I felt his penis started to lose its rigidity in my mouth and I gently grabbed the base and licked his shaft up and down, cleaning the remaining cum that I wasn’t able to swallow. I then ran my tongue through the slit, cleaning the last bead off of the head. Satisfied, I carefully slid his cock back in his jeans and re-buttoned the fly.
I sat back upright and looked over and smiled at the sight. He was looking straight ahead in a daze, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. I stared at him a few more seconds, “Umm, are you okay?” I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Jesus Melanie, yes I’m fine.”
His face broke into a wide smile.
“I think you broke something loose.”
We arrived back at the Paris and checked the Mustang in at the Valet station. We walked through the casino with James’ arm around me, holding me close. I made a promise to myself that from then on, I was going to ignore the looks and gawking of the people around me. I wasn’t going to let the judgmental attitude of others spoil my mood. He made me happy and I knew I was making him happy. That was all I cared about.
I froze in mid step and stopped walking.
“What’s wrong Melanie?” James asked with a puzzled look on his face.
“I need to go by the front desk. My roommate dropped off some things that I’m going to need, if I’m going to stay with you until Monday morning.”
“Let’s go up to the room, I’ll take care of that,” he said, as we continued walking towards the elevator.
As the elevator whisked us up to the upper floors, James pulled out his cell phone and I listened to him speak.
“It was already delivered to my room? Thank you,” he said, hanging up his phone.
No matter what the situation was, he seemed to be in control of it. I had spent the last year and a half trying to figure out how to take care of myself while being away from my parents. I had to admit, it was a strange feeling having someone look after me again.
He used his keycard to open the door to the suite and we stepped inside the great room. The shades on the panoramic windows were open and I looked out, seeing the view of the Las Vegas strip at dusk, was truly magical.
James’ voice broke me out of my trance.
“So this is the mysterious package that your roommate delivered to the front desk.”
I gave him a playful look.
“Yes, those are the bomb making materials she brought me.”
He laughed and walked into the master bedroom.
“Smart ass,” I heard him say as he entered the bathroom.
I looked in his direction and smiled as I unzipped my backpack and saw my books and laptop. I owe Rachel big time for this.
I heard the toilet flush and moments later James walked back into the great room.
“I have some reports I need to go over before we go out this evening. That should give you plenty of time to get your school work done.”
“That would be great. I have to finish a paper for my finance class that meets on Monday,” I said, while pulling out my laptop and powering it on.
“Well, before you get started on your paper Hemingway, you might want to take a look at what’s on the bed.”
Perplexed, I walked into the master bedroom and my jaw dropped open. On the bed were ten Victoria’s Secret bags lined up in a row. I looked inside the first bag and started pulling out clothes.
The first few bags were filled with dresses, skirts and tops. Some of the clothing was very formal, things I could wear on nice evenings out. I counted five very short, sexy cocktail dresses that I couldn’t wait to try on. Other articles of clothing were more casual: jean skirts, T-shirts, and hoodies, perfect for wearing to class.
The next two bags were filled with various articles of lingerie. I marveled at the assortment of bras, panties, and thongs, ranging from plain cotton, to very racy lace and silk, in a multitude of colors. Looking through the next bag, I pulled out more lingerie: teddies, slips, corsets, and baby doll nighties, all in different colors. Someone was thinking of himself when he bought this.
The next bag was filled with workout clothes: various types of shorts, several different colors of yoga pants, tank tops, and three packages of gym socks. The next bag was filled with various types of shoes: three pairs of tennis shoes, several pairs of casual sandals, and four pairs of heels I could wear in the evening. The last bag was filled with three pairs of short Ugg boots, in different colors.
While I continued to look through the clothes I noticed James behind me at the door smiling. I must have looked like a child at Christmas.
“Thank you so much James.”
“You’re welcome. Now get your homework done young lady,” he said in a mock gruff tone, that made me laugh.
As much as it pained me, I tore myself away from my new wardrobe and sat at the table in the great room and began the arduous task of completing my finance paper. Several times I looked over at James as he sat on the couch pouring through his stacks of papers. On a couple of occasions our eyes met and we’d take a few seconds to smile at each other before returning to our work. I marveled at how easily he put me at ease.
After I completed my paper, I stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. He was so engrossed in his work, I almost regretted sitting next to him because I thought my presence on the couch might disturb him.
“Whatcha doing?” I said in a sheepish tone.
“I’m preparing for dinner tonight,” he said, while continuing to read the paper in his hand without looking at me.
“That must be one complicated menu.”
He laughed and looked into my eyes and his expression changed to one of seriousness.
“I have a restaurant in Summerlin that’s barely above break-even. We are eating dinner there tonight and I’m going to talk to the manager and find out what the problem is.”
His ominous tone sent a chill through my body. I marveled at how he could be so jovial one moment and so menacing the next when the subject of his business came up. He gave me a warm smile as his eyes returned to his papers which immediately put me at ease.
“We’ll be leaving in about an hour, if you want to start getting ready,” his eyes returning back to the paper in his hand.
I stood up, walked around the couch, bent over, and kissed him on the cheek. I then leaned back and my mouth made contact with his ear. I gently bit and then sucked on his earlobe for a brief second.
“I’ll try to look presentable for you tonight,” I whispered sexily into his ear.
I stood upright and walked into the master bedroom. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I disappeared from his sight.
I walked over to the bed and picked out a matching red lace bra and thong panty set. I looked again through the dresses and chose a short, black sequin, v-neck dress, that would go perfectly with my black Prada pumps I wore last night.
I had plenty of time so I thought a quick shower would be refreshing. I went into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the large shower. I turned on the warm water and closed my eyes feeling instantly refreshed. While I applied body wash to the luffa, I heard the door open and James stepped into the shower with me. I smiled, stepped aside, and watched the warm water cascade over his body. His big cock was semi-erect and I felt it press into my thigh as he turned underneath the stream of warm water. He opened his eyes and I leaned in and kissed him, taking his cock in my hand and gently stroking it. I felt it pulse and grow as it seemingly came alive with my gentle coaxing.
While we kissed, he reached down between my legs and I wantonly opened them, giving him easier access to my pussy. I felt his fingers part the lips of my vagina as he separated them and gently rubbed, causing me to gasp as the tips of his fingers brushed my clit.
Breaking our kiss, he barely spoke above a whisper, “God Melanie, you’re already wet,” he said, as his fingers continued to explore my vagina.
I looked up into his eyes while continuing to stroke his cock, which brought it to full hardness.
“Sometime, if you remind me, I’ll tell you what giving a blow job does to me,” I said sexily, trying to remain steady on my feet as he continued to rub between my legs.
He gently pulled away which broke our contact.
“Turn around,” he said huskily.
I could hear the need in his voice as I complied with his command.
I faced the wall and stood directly beneath the shower head while feeling the warm water cascade over me. I put my hands above my head and placed them on the wall of the shower and bent slightly forward spreading my legs wide. I felt him move behind me, and then two of his fingers rubbed up and down my slit causing me to gasp as he made contact with my clit again.
After only a few seconds, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. I felt the bulbous head separate my lips as he rubbed up and down which caused me to let out a low moan. I reached behind and placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscles in his leg.
“Keep both of your hands on the wall,” he ordered, in a low growl.
I instantly complied, the intimidating tone of his voice shocking me a bit.
I felt the head of his cock rest at the entrance of my vagina. He then pushed forward slowly. I gasped as his shaft opened and then began to fill me. He continued to push forward until his body pressed against mine. He remained motionless for a few seconds, letting me adjust to the feeling of having him inside me. Slowly, he started to move back and forth. My knees became weak and I leaned harder against the shower wall for support. His hands rested on my large breasts and I felt my hard nipples slip between his fingers, aided by the warm water that was streaming down on us.
He remained at a slow and steady pace, rocking in and out of me. I felt that familiar feeling starting to build. My breathing increased and I knew my orgasm was fast approaching. I felt him take my nipples between his fingertips and roughly pinch them. The semi-intense pain immediately sent me over the edge as I felt the waves of my orgasm wash over me. Involuntarily, my hands left the wall and I felt his hands on my hips steadying me which prevented me from falling. All the while, he continued to slowly fuck me through my orgasm.
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