VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 15

VEGAS POV

“Simon, arrange the clean-up. Jules, make a copy of the recording, so we have something,” I say.

“You got it,” Jules replies, and they get on with their orders.

I am vibrating with the need to get my hands on Pete, but we need to wrap this up first. I do not want to be disturbed tonight as I acquaint him with my mattress when he is face down being fucked like the little attention whore he has proven to be.

“Kinn, what's the plan? You contacting Carlos?” I ask Kinn.

“Yeah, I'll call him and let him know, then I'll arrange to meet him tomorrow and give him the footage. He's gonna be pissed,” he says.

“Damn right he is. I can't believe Alex is heading this. You need to warn him about what Alex is up to so he can be a step ahead,” I say.

“I will. Don't worry. Now I'm gonna call Carlos and then find my husband. You get some rest Vegas,” he says.

“Oh, there will be no rest tonight. Better tell Princess Porsch to have his earplugs in,” I say with a leery grin.

Kinn rolls his eyes. “Grow the fuck up, Vegas.” He walks out.

God, I feel high, just Jake and his boys left to go and it's done. I needed this tonight, to let go of the strain that was constricting me from functioning. But I still have another issue. I am still hard and need to fuck it out and I have zoned in on my chosen victim. Pete hasn’t moved from the corner. He is just staring at me, no smile, no fear; he has zero emotion on his face. I think he has reached his limit of being edged tonight because that is what this turned out to be. One long edging session, letting our dark wishes loose into the world before joining together and burning that energy.

Keeping my eyes on his as I quickly walk to him, I grab the back of his neck, and guide him out of the pen.

“Time to fuck, doe,” I whisper into his ear. His body wavers, and he is slightly wobbly on his feet as I push him forward. I need him in my bed. Walking down the corridor towards my room, we see Porsch, who looks like he is about to say something, but nothing, not even an atomic bomb is stopping me from getting into Pete’s ass tonight.

“Fuck off, Porsch, we’re busy.” We march past him.

“Fucking dick,” he grumbles, but I don't care to respond. I am on a mission and I will not deter from it. My cock is so hard right now. I can still smell the blood and death on me from the holding pen and it is making my state of arousal harder to contain. Mix it with the scent of Pete who smells like the sea on a breezy day, and I am fucking feral. I want to roll my body over him so that he’s stamped with my scent. I want my scent to linger on his skin for days so people will know that I’ve claimed his ass tonight. It sets off this new obsessive side to me, which makes more of an appearance in my life the longer Pete is around me. Normally, I would bat that feeling away, but I am too far gone for that now. The barrier of my restraint has been breached, and Pete is gonna feel it all tonight.

Pushing him into my room, he manages to remain balanced on his feet before he turns to face me. We stand, taking in one another, his gaze slowly wandering from my feet up towards my face, and I can’t look away from those damn eyes. It’s like we are waiting for someone to wave a flag to let us know that the race can now begin.

“Get naked, and do it slowly,” I say.

“Oh, god,” he whispers.

He is so loving this.

First, he removes his boots and socks. Then, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing himself little by little. I feel like I am at a peep show. I nearly swallow my tongue. He has the hottest body. I knew he was in good shape, but the muscle definition is mouthwatering. The deep V at his groin makes the perfect cum gutters. All smooth and tanned, not a mark on him, no moles or birthmarks. There is some faint bruising on his left rib, but apart from that, he is a perfect blank canvas.

A few of my own bruises and bite marks will enhance his sexiness as well as remind him who rocked his world tonight. His small brown nipples are hard at the tip, and I lick my lips eager to eat them, bite them, and suck on them until they redden around the edges.

I watch as his hands move leisurely towards the top of his jeans, and I can already see how hard he is. When he undoes the top two buttons, the tip of his dick shows and I nearly cum from the fact that he has no fucking underwear on. Shit. My breathing is coming in at an alarming pace now. This striptease may send me into an early grave. Nobody has affected me like this little shit, and I'll be damned if I don't take my time enjoying the little freak.

Pulling his zipper down, he gently puts his hands into the side of his jeans and as slow as he can possibly go, pushes them down his thighs where they then pool around his ankles. He kicks the jeans free from his feet and here I am locked in place, admiring his perfect body in all its naked glory. Apart from the smallest amount of well-cropped black hair around his shaft, he is as smooth as a baby. His skin looks like honey. I want to lick every inch of it several times over and see if it tastes as sweet as it looks. His hard thick dick is bouncing, ready for me to make my move.

“Fuck, I’m going to rip you apart,” I rasp. I don’t recognize my own voice. Pete affects me physically and mentally, the sensory overload of it all is shattering. It’s a new experience for me.

Pete unashamedly peruses my body, lingering on my chest where the blood and sweat still clings to my skin like it is a part of me. Biting his lower lip, he groans and gives his cock a couple of strokes.

“Just make sure you leave me in pieces, Vegas,” he says with that damn grin.

Game on, doe.

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