One Night Stand (Vegas After Dark #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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I’m standing in my bedroom, beer in one hand, forearm placed against the glass floor-to-ceiling sliding doors that when opened retract into the wall. The desert view is amazing when the sun is setting or rising, with the different hues of colors. That’s not what has me riveted to my spot, which would be all Bailey. She’s standing in the shallow end, hair slicked back from doing laps for far too long, wearing a bathing suit that would be modest on anyone else but on her. It’s practically obscene. One piece, not even one of those string bikinis you find on most women at the hotel pools. The fabric is light purple, two straps over her shoulders, the cut doing dangerous things to her body. I watch like an animal stalking its prey as I bring the bottle of beer to my lips, finishing it off in a few gulps, the tightening in my jeans begging me to relieve the pressure. My mind brings up an image, one where I’m down there with her, sitting on one of the chairs, watching as she moves her wet hair off to one side, droplets sluicing off her skin. Bailey waiting for me to tell her what to do next. With one heated glance, she can read my mind, one hand going to the strap on her shoulder, teasing me as she slowly lowers that side, then moving to the other. A glimpse of her cleavage, showing me the tops of her breasts. I drop the empty bottle of beer to the table near the door, my hand automatically opening it to step outside, maintaining a quietness I’m unsure I’ve ever had. Bailey doesn’t notice, not when I close the door behind me. I’m in the shadows, fingers going the buttons on my jeans. Already shirtless, I continue my fantasy as she sits on the edge of the pool, elbows on the concrete, making her body arch naturally, tits thrust upward. I get back to my fantasy, the one where she’s taking off her bathing suit, deliberately slowing down, remember the dark berry-colored nipples that were sensitive as fuck as she gives me a peek of them. My mouth salivates. The way Bailey moaned, pulling at my hair when I used the edge of my teeth to rasp against one then the other before sucking on it, feeling her pussy tighten on my length while I was fucking her. My hand goes to my cock. It’s standing straight up against my stomach. I squeeze it to hold back the fact that I’m ready to come on sight from watching Bailey stare at the damn stars. Only if I we’re down there, she’d be shimmying out of her bathing suit, baring each delicious inch of her body, taut stomach flashing before my eyes, tits jostling as the fabric takes a little bit of work to take off from around her shapely hips. I grip my cock tighter, sweeping my thumb over the tip, using the pre-cum that’s gathered there to help me jack my cock. “Shit,” I say under my breath, thankful that while Bailey looks for the noise, she doesn’t look up and to where I’m standing. Though she does stand up, further invading my daydream, in which her bathing suit drops to the ground, showing me her bare cunt, glistening folds ready for my mouth. She walks towards me, dropping to her knees when I spread my legs further, making room for her to wedge herself between them. Soft capable hands pull down my shorts, tongue coming out to lick her lips, my hand gathering behind the nape of her neck. Bailey makes a noise in the back of her throat as I pull her closer to my dick, needing and wanting to feel that vibration along my length as her wet mouth surrounds me. I pull on my cock, knowing that I’ll be coming in a matter of seconds. Between the fantasy and the role Bailey is playing in real life, there’s no holding back. Balls tingling, a shiver working up my spine, watching as Bailey turns over, getting on her hands and knees, crawling a few paces away as she locates her towel. I get the view of her ass, remembering how it looked bare, my hand itching to lay claim to it, my cock wanting to take it on a ride, and that’s when my head tips back and I swallow my groan as I come in my hand, kicking myself in the ass for setting down rules I’m more than prepared to break. The sooner, the better.

ELEVEN

Bailey

I could feel him, much like I could when he was in another room, but we’re under the same roof. It’s a magnetism, a feral feeling, and it took everything I had to stay in one place until I heard the groan of my name leave his lips. In fact, I waited until I heard the swish of fabric as he walked away, then the door closing before I stood up from my place. There was nothing that could keep my raging hormones under control lately. No amount of using my fingers or toys were relieving the ache Forest creates every waking hour wasn’t helping.


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