0 comments/ 20342 views/ 2 favorites Sin in Las Vegas By: missL.lynne The past 6 months have been the hardest for me. I have spent most of my time concentrating on me and all the things that I have wanted to achieve. I tried to forget him, I knew it would be difficult I have moved ahead with my career goals and lost weight and conquered all my past hurdles. That is why I was speechless when he stood directly in front of me at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas. His frame tall and muscular blocking my view, as he scowled down at me. I was still attracted to him but thought that our time apart would change my feelings somehow. That me leaving him would make it better if I ever saw him again. But as he stood here, now today at this moment my body began reacting towards him just as usual. Traitor I thought to myself. This was a time to see if I would keep my word or would passion over power me and I would give in. Vincent glared at me with dark stormy eyes. He remembered and I did too. The last time we were together. I know I left in a hurry, but I told him no, that I was not going to stay and that was that. That was six months ago. To see him standing in the flesh, in front of me at this moment was bad news. I could read it on his face. Plus Carlyn and I had plans for the evening. Carlyn and I were on the VIP guest list for a new club inside the hotel, we arrived about 11.30PM and got right in. The crowd was the usual partiers drinking and smoking and living on the edge. We, having a future with our new careers ahead of us. Our show being picked up for another 18 episodes we were living the life and celebrated with new outfits for the evening festivities. Being the only one dedicated to American designers I wore a complete Ralph Lauren outfit, very American, very black and very sexy. Draped across my sexy body was a short black tight fitting dress sleeveless with deep V cleavage. On my well-pedicured feet were a pair of black ankle wrap stiletto's and carrying my black Louis Vuitton leather purse. Hair piled high on my head with lots of looses curls cascading across my shoulders and back. To top it off, I had on my new Chanel ruby red lipstick and gloss. So when I stood and talked to someone they would only notice my full lips moving about glazed in red, bountiful breasts standing high waiting for recognition and long firm sexy ass legs, any man couldn't wait to wrap around his slim waist. Dressed this way Vincent was not happy and I was sure to hear about it. I looked at him taking in his perusal of me. His eyes followed my body from head to toe, as he smiled to himself. He did remember and he remembered how good we were together. I could see it in his eyes as he looked at me. "Satisfied?" I asked haughtily. "Not yet!" he smiled and licked his lips. I wasn't surprised by his answer but surprised by his next move. Vincent took my hand in his and pulled me away from Carlyn who was busy talking to another guy. Isn't she always doing that? Oh well. Where is your lookout when you need one? We moved across the floor, everyone moving out of his way as we walked by. He moved very quickly with me following him post haste. I turned my head as I felt my purse begin to fall to the floor; abruptly I stopped as Vincent was still trying to move me in his direction. Angrily I yanked my hand from his. He quickly turned on me with a dark scowl on his face. Looking down at me as I bent low to retrieve it. " My purse fell on the floor dammit!" I yelled. He stood over me with his hand held out to me. I reached my hand out to Vincent and he pulled me up towards him. Our bodies so close together you could feel the other persons heat. I could smell him, smell his cologne, and smell his scent. We stood face to face in a darken corner. His closeness was disturbing, his power over whelming. I remembered it well. I looked up into almost black eyes; my body trembled as goose bumps rose across my flesh. He could see my nipples harden before him. My eyes closed briefly as I turned my head away from him. I did not want to hurt him, but don't I get a choice in the matter? His hand came up to touch my cheek; with the back of his hand he moved it gently across my face. Touching me feeling me, testing my body against his. Still strong and solid I could feel it burn into mine. I took a deep breath trying to steady myself. Vincent knew he had the power to control me, that the last time was not to be forgotten. It was so hard to stand before him and not say everything that was in my heart. Then the other side of me, wanted to remain independent, not wanting to utter a word. Never wanting to see this man again. "Be strong," my brain yelled, but my body did not hear the words. His hand moved around my waist to pull me against him. My breasts smashed flat on his hard chest. He stood about 4 inches taller than me and even in heels I was short. I placed my hands on his shoulders, not trusting myself to do anything else. His skin seemed to burn my hands, hot and heated. His huge hand rested on my plump ass, pulling me still closer to him. Patting and rubbing me ever so softly. I could feel his hardness; I could feel it like he was inside me. I could feel it like it was the last time. I whimpered silently to myself. I could predict what was going to happen tonight. Deep down I knew. I could not wait, I had to touch her. I wanted her for so long, that this is no longer a punishment but a renewal, that I can't stop thinking about her, so I might as well have her, She was mine from the beginning and from the way her body is reacting, she still is. I looked into her eyes and I saw the battle going on there, I saw her fight against what she really wanted. She leaned in slowly, wrapped her arms about my neck and I knew she was back, and for good. I held her in my arms as she gave me her submission. We stood together next to the dance floor holding on to each other afraid to let go. "I'm sorry Vincent," I told him. His eyes darken; he knew what I spoke of. I did not want to fight but he must know that I did not do it intentionally. I would not hurt him that way. But I had to resume my life. I had made up my mind and there was no going back. I knew he wanted me to stay that he could take care of everything, but that was not the case. He had to understand that it was something that I had to go through, something that I had to fight and conquer. He wanted to help but I would not let him. He leaned into me again. Searching my face for answers, the answers he could never find, when I left him long ago. I needed to touch her. I needed to feel her and make all the pain go away. I looked in her soft brown eyes and I saw the pain, I knew what this would do to her and deep inside I took some pleasure in that. I knew she could not resist, that she wanted it as much as I. We were a perfect pair. Her mind is telling her no, but her body wants me like no other. She is the same but she is different. Her body's reactions are the same as before only more heated. I held her in my arms as she panted heavily, as she tried to control all of the emotions burning deep inside her, until she decided to give up this game and give in to me. His hand moved up to my neck softly and gently stroking me, then lower, moving down to my firm breasts. Carlyn said this dress would get me a lot of trouble and I guess she was right. But I won't tell her. His palm rested on the crest of my rising breasts. Vincent moved his hard body and closed the remaining inches left between us, pressing me against the wall. Our bodies touched like an explosion. If we were in denial at least our bodies remembered, the touches, the feelings, the heat and the fire. I inhaled at the fires stirring deep within me. His fingers massaged my tit. Squeezing with a firm grasp. My nipple ached for him to touch it, but he hesitated. I could hear him moaning softly, moans of appreciation and of pure excitement. His hands just cupped my tits massaging them together. He knew that he could make me cum just by touching my nipples, but he was in control and was not going to let me cum… not yet anyway. I looked down begging him with my eyes to run his thumbs across my nipples, but his look was stern. When I saw her come in the door with her friend I got an immediate hard on. My cock was so hard it hurt. That bitch! How could she do that to me? I watched as she came inside the club wearing that dress, how could she wear something like that in public. It was so indecent, so short, so tight. The longer he looked the harder he got. Was he mad because he still wanted her, or the fact that she was here right in front of him and he remembered there last time together? All the thoughts that I had forced away had came running back to the surface. I remembered her and her soft skin and sweet words and long ass legs. I fucked her all night long and she couldn't get enough. She wanted it as bad as I wanted to give it to her. She begged for it. But when I woke, she was gone. I remember lying in that bed for hours; I could still smell her scent of sweet oranges. I knew I would see her one-day and now it's that day. I watched her as she spoke with some other guy that had approached her. Her nipples hardened as she spoke. He remembered. Lisa tilted her head slightly to the left, to give you a glance at her long slim neck. Her hair was gently caressing her back and shoulders. It was his undoing. He remembered that she looked exactly like that when he met her 6 months ago. Her same movements, any man would fall in her trap. I watched as she gave the guy a hug, slowly lifting her right foot off the floor. He held her about the waist tightly. She looked quickly in my direction, and for just a second it looked as if she recognized me. She didn't. Lisa will be mine and this time she will not leave. She walked in wearing that dress, a dress to me made her naked. Her ripe and tender breasts peeking out provocatively within that deep v-neck. A dress so short, with easier access to her long, firm and dark legs. Legs that I licked with my tongue, legs that spread wide for my hard cock. Those chocolate brown thighs that I bit into until she screamed. I remembered. His hand reached under the table to touch himself. To double check and see if this hard on was for real it was and he knew why. Full and thick in his hands, his cocked begged to be buried inside her. "I still want her" his brain kept yelling at him. "I still need her" the voices kept saying. But she will pay, this time it will be on my terms. We stood in the dark corner like dogs in heat, no words spoken between us. Just feelings, emotions of lust and passion. I wanted him and he wanted me. He stood a way from me for just a minute and looked at me. I stood before him backed against the wall, eyes half shut from passion deeply submerged. My breasts spilling into his large hands. My legs spread slightly apart trying to keep my balance standing on 4-inch high heels. Quickly he moved, grinding that huge cock gently into me. Making my body react to him. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes against all the sensations that he created within me. I could feel how hard he was. I wanted him between my legs and now. I did not want to wait; I do not like to wait. My breathing became harder and faster, I could not catch my breath, every sensation shooting fire in my veins. I whimpered. "Please, baby, please". My arms wrapped around his neck, squeezing him as hard as I could. Grabbing the back of his shirt and wrinkling it in the process. I was not going to let him go, I needed him now. "Come to my room at Caesar's Palace on the strip. Room 1815 in one hour" he whispered between breaths. He looked at me for acknowledgement. I shook my head yes. I wanted more, I needed more. No talk just feelings. I leaned into him again for another earth shattering kiss. His mouth down on mine, commanding me. His full lips pressed against mine, moving so softly and gently, then quick as fire his tongue plundered my mouth demanding entry. My lips parted for him, as he barged in. I tasted him as his thick tongue danced with mine. " What room again?" he asked me lifting his head away. His hands never stopped moving on me. Massaging my breast, moving across my ass, and slightly spanking me. I couldn't think it was impossible. The heat the fire burning inside me. My mind all a jumble. Mumbling I said "18 something" taking a deep breath. "No! It is 1815. If you can't remember it, then you won't get this hard cock. You do want this hard cock right?" he said humping me in the dark, breathing deeply in my ear. I shook my head yes very quickly. He was rubbing it right between my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet for him. My legs began to tremble with expectations of hot passionate sex. "Tell me you want my cock." He demanded of me. I could not think, I knew inside what the answer was, but dare I tell him. Shit, I remembered the last time too, just like he did. He was right we were perfect together (at least in bed we were) His hand slipped lower to my pussy, touching it ever so softly. I moaned deeply. Just soft enough for me to know that it was there. Just gliding across the top of my white panties. My hips jerked in anticipation. "Say it!" he growled low. "Now!" " I… want your….cock" I begged, please, please. He smiled. "Room number, again!" he fiercely said. Leaning up and away from my neck, where his lips were previously attached. "1815…1815" I panted quickly. My eyes shot open, looking at him. "Right, in one hour I want to see you there!" he said. Then he released me and walked away. I stood there looking after him, checking my watch it was 11:00pm now so that gave me an hour for one drink with C, and quick ciggy and then out the door to the hotel if I was going to meet him on time. And Vincent always required me there on time. Or I would be sorry. I made my way over to Carlyn in the huge thick crowd. She was seated in the VIP section, drinking a glass of Cristal. I sat next to her and explained to her what had happened. She gave me that look that I always dread, about me getting into all kinds of drama when we go out. I told her not to worry and I see that it did not take long for her to find a dance partner. She then told me that when you look as good as she does with her new Louis Vuitton white Vernis bag, and LV matching white Vernis slides, she ordered them from Paris before they even had a chance to get to the coast. A Richard Tyler black linen skirt, with a matching vest she had specially made for her. There was not a man on this planet that could resist her. We both laughed. I then told her that I would have to go in about 30, and she said that she thought I would, but to do what you have to do. I asked her who she was over here with and to my amazement he showed up. Her man, the one who gave her everything. I ended up taking a cab to his hotel. Fuck, that cost me about $12.00 with tip. Arriving at his door, I stood for a moment to re think this plan again. I mean we have not even had a conversation; all this is would be sex. Yeah-good sex but sex nonetheless. I chastised myself for always putting myself in these positions. Vincent and I never had problems in the bed before, but then that was about 6 months ago, and he still wants me. Damn I am good. I smiled to myself, full of self-assurance. Can I just go in there and fuck him, with out feelings? Without regrets? Would I be able to leave him like I did the last time? But the last time was different. Still unsure. The last time began with one night that slipped into a hot and sultry weekend, that neither of us wanted to end. But in reality we knew or at least I knew it had to come to an end. I could have just did what her wanted and stayed with him, but deep inside I would have regretted it, I would have hated myself for giving up and not trying to make my own dreams come true. I did it too, I accomplished everything that I set out to do and I was happy, wasn't I? That is what I told myself. I missed him terribly and there was not a day that went by that I did not think of him. Of our time together wondering what he was doing now and who he was with. There were plenty of times that I cried myself to sleep at night, for wanting him so badly, for missing all the wonderful things he did to my body, making my body react to him in ways I never knew it would. That morning I hated to leave him but it was for the best. Right? I woke early and opening my eyes slowly to see him sleeping next to me as I was curled about his hard body. I watched him sleep for a while remembering everything about him. His deep voice, his powerful body, his smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners, his deep laugh that would rumble about the room, when I said something funny. Tears welled in my eyes as I moved slowly out of the bed and gathered my clothes, slowly slipped them on and made my way out the door, before he woke up, before I gave in, before I climbed back into that bed and into his arms and gave up on myself. I cried all the way home, I missed him so much, he was apart of me, I ached. Making up my mind that this would only be sex, knowing full well what Vincent wanted from me, not my body, not my heart, he wanted my soul. He wanted me only for himself and he would probably not take no for an answer this time. Was I ready to give him what he wanted, I was not sure. I knew I wanted him like no other man before him. Remembering that he was the only man to satisfy me completely. I gave up, I wanted him and I will leave it at that, for right now. With that I raised my hand to knock on his door. Three quick but gentle taps. A few seconds later the door opened and he was there in front of me wearing a black silk short sleeve shirt untucked and unbuttoned with a perfect view of his massive chest. Hairless and golden tan in color with a quick peek and his dark nipple as the shirt flowed open with each movement he made. A pair of black linen slacks that gracefully rested on his narrow hips, right below his navel and fell across his mighty legs and gently touched his bare feet. I took a deep breath. Looking him up and down from head to toe. My heart hammering in my chest. "Satisfied?" he asked me. Using the same tone I used with him earlier. "Not yet" I threw back at him jokingly. Licking my full lips seductively. I walked in as he closed the door behind me. " Did anyone see you in that outfit?" he asked me. "No" I shrugged "Why?". I asked. Walking past him slowly to give him a full view of the back of my low cut dress and it worked. " I wouldn't want you to get fucked by someone else on my time" he threw at me. " So this is how we are going to start the evening". I told him as I walked ahead of him and turned to face him, my look questioning., standing in the middle of the room. "Well you know dressed as you are, any number of men would want you tonight, besides me. And as I remember from the last time, you were always ready for it." He sneered. He walked towards me and then slowly walked around me in a semi circle, my eyes closed from the assault he was having on my senses with those strong words of his. I could feel his hot breath on my person as he moved about me. He then moved to the couch and sat down. I stood in the middle of the room, looking at him as he lounged against the sofa. His shirt opened wider to reveal that rock hard chest that I have always loved and never forgot. His dusky nipples hard and staring right back at me. I licked my lips unconsciously. Damn!! He looked good. "See what I mean" he said. " You know I could leave, right now" I told him. Taking an affront to his tone and manners. " Yeah but you won't" he said off handedly, not looking at me, but rather off into the distance. I still stood there looking at him. Baffled and amazed. Sin in Las Vegas "Yeah I wanted him, what red blooded women wouldn't. It's only sex remember". I kept telling myself. " I thought so. We both know why you are here. Why we are both here. There is some unfinished business between us Lisa, like the way you left me, the way I can't stop thinking about you, the way you can go about your life like I do not matter, surely you know that. And I am here to resolve them. He paused. Or continue to fuck you until I get you out of my blood." He stated looking at me as he finished his sentence. Taking a sip of his champagne he held in his left hand. My heart began to beat unceremoniously in my chest. Faster and faster. He was right, we needed to figure this out. "I was in his blood" my heart cheered. But where would this take us. How do we move forward? "Take your dress off" I heard him say. I looked at him stunned, he did not move nor did he repeat what he said again. He knew I would comply and I did. I looked to my left and tossed my purse to the huge bed. With nimble fingers I reached to unzip my dress from the back and let it slowly slide from my shoulders, down my arms and then wiggle out of it as it fell to the floor in a big swoosh of black material that pooled at my feet. I stood before him in white satin panties that cupped my sweet pussy and white bra which held up my big tits and black lace up heels. Giving him the picture he wanted. He hated to feel this way but he could not help it, this is what he had been looking for all this time and in his mind I was wrong and he was right and he was going to make me pay for all of his sadness. I watched her slowly undress, her big tits popping free from the confines of the little black dress, shimmying it off her ass. My cock was at alert, aiming itself towards her heat. I wanted to be buried deep inside her, fuck her until she begs you to stop, my brain said. I gave her orders to remove her shoes, I watched in amazement as she lifted her right leg and untied the black leather strand wrapped neatly around her slim ankle as it unraveled loosely about her foot she then kicked the shoe off, then followed with the other. I remember she was a little shorter than me, but without shoes she seemed so innocent, like she couldn't hurt a fly. She looked at me with lowered lashes and I was lost, I wanted to carry her to the bed and make love to her forever, but my revenge was still at the forefront of my brain. " Touch your tits, they same way that I touch them." I heard him say from the couch. I gave him a questioning look. I wanted him, I did not want to perform for him. I needed his hands and body on, to ease the flames burning inside me. "Why, Vincent…please?" I begged him. He knew what I needed of him. He shook his head in the negative. I stood before him, not moving. I always needed him, if I had only told him, then maybe he would understand. "Take your time" he said to me taking a deep breath " I can wait". He smiled deeply at me. "If I remember right it was you who could not wait, Lisa" he stated off handedly. He moved from the couch to the small bar to refresh his drink. I watched him as he moved about the large room, as if I was not there. My pleas falling on deaf ears. I slowly placed my hands on my breasts feeling them the way I would want Vincent to touch them, hard and strong and powerful. Massaging them lightly. I cupped them and gently squeezed them together and around in small circles. He watched me out of the corner of his eye as he poured his drink and took another sip. He turned facing me, then walking back to the couch. "The nipple Lisa, don't for get the nipple" he said in low tones. " I can't," I told him. Exasperated from his games. 'Why not?" he knew why but wanted to hear me say it, "Because I'll cum." "You don't want to cum?" he questioned. I shook my head yes quickly, my hair falling about my face. Looking at him with large doe like eyes. My thighs slightly rubbing together, I could feel the hot liquid running down my legs and I needed to quench this fire as soon as possible. "Well?" asking again. I mumbled to him, but I knew he could not hear me. I could not do it, not now, I needed him, and I needed him inside me. Taking me for his pleasure. He knew what he asked was impossible , that I would never comply. "I need you" I said very softly. Begging him with my eyes to come to me. He smiled and said "But Lisa, you left me, surely you do not need me?" he goaded me. I shook my head yes. "Please, please Vincent, you know I need you" stammering. Tears welling in large pools in my eyes, wanting him to come to me and do what I needed him to do to me to ease this pain burning deep inside me. " Please Vin, I'm sorry." I sobbed softly. He quickly stood and walked toward me, I could feel his presence with my eyes closed. He discarded the black shirt and tossed it to the floor as he approached me. His eyes told me everything, told me that I was not going to leave him, they also said that he needed me. I inhaled gently Standing before her I wanted to ram my huge cock deep inside her, " she will give you anything, fuck her!!" his brain yelled at him. But Vincent takes his time. He never rushes. Make her wait then, punish her, she deserves it. She left you remember, treat her like shit. He was in a world wind of thoughts, everything coming to the forefront of his mind. Disturbing him and confusing him at the same time. But he was a man, and when he looked at her he knew what he wanted to do. From the moment he set his eyes on her, he was going to make her belong to him. He was going to possess her and make her only think of him. She would be available to this man alone. I stood there with hands on my tits still moving slowly. Vincent looked down at me and smiled as I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I smiled slowly at him. He reached up and took the pins from my hair, letting it tumble about in a dark raven mess of curls. He touched my face again holding it in his palms as he leaned in to kiss me. His full lips touched mine in heated passion. His tongue gained entry to my mouth, slightly parted for his access. His tongue danced and played with my own. I placed my arms about his neck to pull him closer to me. I wanted to feel all of him. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. We both knew that we wanted this, Forget the past is what our minds said, just go for the now and that is what we did. A little pain never hurt anyone. He lifted his head from mine. " Are you wet enough for me?" he asked me. "Uh huh" I stuttered. Shaking my head, long black curls bouncing around my face, my hips moving suggestively against him. "Let me see." I pulled my arms from around his neck and positioned them at my hips and pulled my wet white panties down. Lifting my leg as they dangled around one foot, I reached to grab them. Handing them to Vincent, he smiled that devilish smile at me again and it melted my heart once more. He took them in hand rubbing them between thumb and forefinger and raised them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Smelling the sweet and exotic smell of my pussy. A smell that he never forgot, my smell. I watched his tongue slither out from between his lips to lick them too. I stood amazed and watched him. My pussy dripping as I remembered that tongue and how it licked my swollen clit, on how it stood straight and moved quickly in my pussy. Tossing the panties aside he kissed me, so I could taste of myself. Hot and sweet at the same time. The juices kept flowing from inside me. My hands moved to his chest, his massive chest that I love so much, so strong so well maintained. I touched him lightly my nails moving across his hard nipples. Such small and tight little buds, their color darkening along with his rising passions. I leaned forward to lick one, to taste of him again, feeling it ripple in my mouth. I could hear his breathing change pace, now a little faster and a little harder. My slim dark fingers on his other nipple, twisting lightly and pulling gently. I could tell he was trying to remain calm, but his body's reaction said differently. He was losing control and he did not like it. My hands on a will of there own, moved lower down his massive chest as my mouth remained glued to his throbbing nipple. Fingers that glided across firm abs and narrow waist. I reached the waistband of his pants, and I knew that heaven awaited me. I moved lower to feel him, to touch him, to rub him. Soft fingers moved lower and rubbed him with the palm of my hand. I could feel how hot he was, how impatient he was. I encircled his cock with my fingers and moved them slowly. I wrapped my hand firmly around his shaft, feeling so velvety and smooth in my hot palm. He closed his eyes, remembering the feel of me touching him. Of me branding him, of me period. Unsnapping her bra and tossing it aside, my one hand in turn found and squeezed her nipple. So dark and mesmerizing as I watched her face and she closed her eyes as a small frown appeared above her brow. I always loved that about her, she gave me the impression that she was trying to hard not to cum, when that was exactly what she wanted to do in the first place. The pleasure rippled through her body like lightening. We stood together, pushing each other's buttons driving each other crazy. It was enough and we needed to end this. There was no more hurt in her eyes, I could see that she wanted me and I wanted her. Vincent picked me up and carried me a few feet to the bed. He lay me on the top of a dark red and gold comforter and then lay on top of me right between my legs. We kissed, our lips touching, our tongue battle ling, hands and fingers touching each other everywhere. My hands roamed across his back, wide and expanse as it was. My nails running down its length, scratching him lightly. His mouth was everywhere, all over my body, kissing, licking and tasting me. I moaned out loud. My hands then on his pants trying to undo them, trying to get them down so there would be nothing between us, no barriers, just him and me. Her dark chocolate nipples budded in my mouth, so tight and hard. My tongue swirled across them smoothly. Twisting and pulling them with my teeth. Her body moved beneath mine. She was so ready; she was so hot and wet. Her hips moved against me. I can hear her calling my name, breathing louder and deeper. Trying to remember and vowing never to forget. She was trying to take off my pants, no patience, just as I remembered, he smiled to himself. Her slim fingers fumbled about for a second until I gained the upper hand. "Now Vincent, now. Please, I need you now," I yelled. Vin lifted his head from mine and kissed me on both cheeks. He leaned back on his knees and told me to spread my legs for him. I did as I was told. My legs shakily spread wide for him. He touched my pussy, dripping wet for him, ready for him. Hot for only him. His fingers moved deep inside me as my body arched high off the bed with ecstasy. My arms reaching out to grab fistfuls of blankets. He blew out a gust of air. "Damn baby you are so wet?" he murmured. My head tossed across the white silk covered pillow. His fingers still invaded my pussy. His fingers dripping with my pearly juices. A little harder, then a little faster. It drove me insane. I saw him unzip his pants to remove the biggest fucking cock I have ever seen. So beautiful, so perfectly formed. He was about 8 inches or more and the diameter of a half dollar. Long and thick, just the right amount for my hot pussy. A perfect fit. "Put it in" I ask softly. " Please baby…now" He nestled in between my thick thighs and pressed the head of that precious cock, against my clit. I nearly died from pleasure. The same feelings of long ago still in my memory. How it felt to be filled to the hilt with hard dick. Then moving it a bit lower, he pushes in and inside my black cunt it goes. I watched as vanilla and chocolate make vanocolate. We were perfect together, but realizing neither one never wants to give up their power or their control nor that is where the problem had started. I watched propped up on my elbows as his huge cock slid in and out giving me all the pleasure that I could handle. His big hands spreading my thighs wide for his entry. I looked at Vincent as he fucked me. His face slightly frowned from missing my wet pussy. Looking at him concentrate so seriously on not cuming either. His hips moved back and forth, almost pulling the tip of his cock all the way out. But he did not. I could not help it, I squirmed beneath him. My hips trying to keep up with his. With his huge hands he grabbed my hips and slightly lifted me off the bed and rammed himself deep inside me. I caught my breath quickly, every fulfilling emotion ran across my skin. "Shit you are so tight"… he sighed. "Seems tighter than before". "When was your last time?" he asked me shakily. Hips still moving in and out of me. I did not answer; to answer would give up some of my power. If he knew my answer he would be in more control of me than ever before. I was not sure if I could take that chance. I lay back on the pillow and closed my eyes and just felt him, felt him fuck me, and felt him love me. " Tell me baby, when?" asking again his hips never stopping, still fucking me. Curiosity got the better of him. I looked down at her, as she lay sprawled beneath me. Her hair like a ravens wing spread out across the pillow. Her breasts full and languid, her nipples poking into my chest like hot little lava rocks, her breathing heavy and fast. Her eyes closed to my questions. Her mind only focused on what I can give her. I can feel her nails raking down my spine. I knew she was close. She is still an animal, she lusts only for me, and I am the only one to arouse her to such a fevered pitch. "Tell me!!" he demanded. His obsession for me got the best of him and he would not move until he got an answer. He needed an answer, he would not be able to take it if I were with another man. He stopped. "He stopped?" my brain yelled. I looked up at him with lust filled eyes. Light brown eyes questioning him. "Six months ago." I said softly. She did not say what I think she said. Six months ago. Was I her last? Was she waiting for me, was she going to come back to me? I had an uncontrollable feeling of possession. To possess her, to make her mine. I have never had a jealous bone in my body, but this woman makes me lose all train of thought, all my senses, she drives me wild. I have to know. "Who was it!!" he growled deeply. " Tell me I need to know?" I opened my eyes to look at him. How could I tell him that no I have not been with another. How could I say that I never stopped thinking about him, that I went to bed with him on my mind and woke up the same way. How could I tell him that there was no other man on this planet that could compare to him? How could I tell him that I loved him, I have from the beginning and will to the end. How can I tell him how sorry I am? My eyes began to water. " It was you," I mumbled. "I have not been with another man since you". I looked away then letting the tears flow freely. I tried to digest what she was saying, could it be true? Since me.. he thought. Since me? "I missed you." He said as he leaned down over me, brushing my hair out of my face, placing small kisses about my face and lips. "I wished everyday you had not left me," he said gently. " I would have done anything to keep you with me" he stated. I looked into his eyes and knew he spoke the truth. We kissed each other. Each giving and receiving, not just for the taking. We took our time and pleasured each other. He entered me again and like I said it was perfect. He touched me in a way that made me realize I have been empty before. He touched my heart he made me his without me having to give up anything. Maybe we can work it out this time around. Our bodies moved together, slowly building into a raging fire. His dick moved inside me, his hips began pumping me harder and harder. He leaned back on him arms to look down at me and watch all the emotions run across my face. I could feel the tension in my body. I was wound tight like a drum. I wrapped my long legs about his waist as he moved. He pumped deeper inside me. He reached lower and placed his thumb on my swollen clit, rubbing softly. My body jerked toward him. I could see the sparks coming, the thunder sounding. I let go and gave him control of me, he made me cum. My body shook recklessly. Into convulsions it went, both hard and shocking. Then to a gentle gliding towards the earth feeling. Floating on air, body covered in sweat, limp from pent up frustrations. He has released me from all the tension. He lowered himself to me and kissed me slowly. I came back to the future. Floating up to the surface. My body awake now for him. "Welcome back" he laughed. I smiled at him shyly. His hips moved against mine, still hard inside me, still big inside me. His tongue moved inside my mouth at the same rhythm as his hard cock moved inside my hot pussy. He leaned back on his haunches, and looked down as he watched himself going deeply in and out of me. Faster and faster. He watched my warm juice drip about his cock, making his movements so much easier. His cock all pearl like as he fucked me. I moaned loudly. Trying to grasp him, but he was too far away. I could hear him speak to me. " Who do you belong too?" he asked. I panted in excitement; from all the pleasure he was giving me. From the orgasm I just had to the one that was fast approaching too. My eyes tightly closed to him. Blocking out all but pure pleasure. Only the kind that he could give me. One sharp thrust and my eyes popped open. "Who?" he questioned in that deep voice that I loved so much. "You know who,, already" I said in between breaths. "Say It!!!" he growled. He had a notion to know. He did not care who came before him as long as he had me now. Licking my full and swollen lips, I gave him what he needed. " You". I said, "I belong to you". His hips moved deeply in and out of me. Pounding me as if to possess my whole being. He was out of control and lost. His feelings so deeply held in check, he let go and took control of my body. Claiming me for himself. I reached up and wrapped my arms about his neck and pulled him to me. He at first resisted, but gave in and let me hold him; and let me help him get his tension out of his body. Quickly he rolled on to his back and surprise I was sitting on top of him, riding his thick cock. I smiled to myself. I could feel him so deeply with in me. His hands came up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, I can't cum anymore I thought to myself, I can't. But he had other plans; he was not going to let me leave him until I was completely satisfied. My hips moved and he moved beneath me, slamming me with his hard dick, over and over again. Feeling his hands on my big tits, rubbing my nipples, I could feel the heat permeate my body. I could feel the tremors. I threw my head back, my black long hair flying about wildly, I rode him, I gave him what he wanted and fucked him just as well as he fucked me. My hands resting on his hard chest, scratching him deeply, my feelings going out of control as well. She was beautiful, just the way I remembered but slightly better. She gave me her all, she did not hold back, she was mine, and he smiled to himself a little to satisfied. She was wet and she was tight, her pink pussy walls gripping my hard cock, draining it or at least trying to. "Damn!!" he thought. I looked down to see her wet pussy bobbing up and down on my cock, my cock dripping with wetness. I could not hold it. She could not either. One last thrust and I blew off inside her, deep inside her. Her light brown eyes popped open to look down at me; I was holding her hips in a stronghold so she could not get away. Her pussy milked my cock until it was drained and I was lost inside her. Sin in Las Vegas Our passion overruled our bodies, our heated ecstasy took over our lives temporarily, and our lust kept us sated for the next few moments, until we both decided we needed more. I lay on top of him my hair falling around us. Our breathing each matching the others. I tried to move slightly but he held me in place, with his cock still within me. And that is how I stayed, because that was what he wanted.