I'm a nervous wreck.

I paced back and forth outside the doors of the Bellagio, debating with myself about if I should go inside and look for him. Each time someone walked past me, they asked, 'Are you okay?' With my response always being, 'I'm okay. I'm just trying to decide if I really want to have my brains fucked out by this extremely gorgeous man who makes my insides feel like they're a mess whenever I see him. That's all.'

I had to laugh. I couldn't believe my response to those strangers as they probably thought I was on some sort of wacky drug. All because after I responded, they all gave me a funny look. I shrugged off the funny faces while they turned and went about their business.

I didn't care. It's not like I'll ever see them, people, again.

I looked at my phone, saw it was after eleven and closed my eyes.

I can't believe I'm about to do this.

I opened the door. I walked inside, and as I listened to the surrounding slot machines singing away, I kept my eyes on the lookout for him, still asking myself if I knew what I was doing, with me also answering my own question with, no, I don't.

I didn't see him anywhere, not even at the blackjack tables where I've found him a couple of times. Which had me thinking he was all talk. I relaxingly sighed, thinking, good, and I'm glad. Because this just solved the dilemma I had myself in. Now I can go back to my room and listen to my drunk friends who are passed out once again, snoring all night.

While turning around to head back to the exit doors, I bumped into someone standing directly behind me. My head was down, and when their hands gripped my hips, I looked up. Suddenly, I felt the whole world starting to spin. It was him, and he looked sexier than ever.

"Going somewhere?"

I slowly shook my head no.

I lied.

Honestly, I was leaving, but I didn't want to tell him that, making it look like I was a chicken. "I-I was looking for you."

He chuckled. "Over here?"

"You weren't where you said you would be, so I started walking around, figuring I would eventually run into you."

"I was right where I said I would be, and I watched you walk right past me," he winked.

God, can he be any more charming? The way he winks and smiles at me has me feeling like I'm in a dream. I never knew men like him ever existed.

"Oh, I must have had something on my mind."

He tightened his grip around me, pulled me tighter against him, and suddenly felt like I was a teenager again, like when I found out a boy I liked in school liked me too. My heart was racing, making my body feel numb. I was also feeling weak from the way he was looking me in the eye. It had me feeling as if I were about to faint in his arms.

He smiled, quietly and sincerely asking, "Me?"

Damn. His boyish smile is causing my ovaries to overreact and my panties to feel like they're dripping wet.

I swallowed hard. Hard enough for him to notice that he leaned into my ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I don't bite... hard."

I swallowed again.

"If you don't bite, then what is it that you do?"

"Nibble, lick and tease. I love watching a woman squirm, pant, and beg for more while devouring their body. It lets me know I'm doing something right, and it also lets me know that they're enjoying every bit of what I'm doing to them."

I swallowed hard again. "So, you're a player. You make it sound like all you do is go out and sleep with anyone you find, just to please them and also to satisfy your needs."

"I'm no player, Hun. Just a man who enjoys satisfying a woman. I get more enjoyment seeing a woman happy sexually than I do, satisfying my own needs and wants. And for you to be here, meeting me makes me think that's exactly what you're looking for. So. Is it?"

"To be honest, I have no idea why I'm here." It's true; I had no clue why I was there. But now, I think it's a curiosity more than anything. I had never met a man as beautiful as him, and the way he looks and speaks to me draws him more to me. Why can't men where I'm from be more like him?

He must have noticed how hard I was thinking and second-guessing myself on why I was there in the first place. He released his grip from me and lowered his hand to mine. "Come on, let's go walk around. And if your mind is thinking I'm some psycho killer; I'm not. I'm far from that."

"That's reassuring," I nervously said as he started walking us back into the casino.

"You can trust me, I promise."

I promise—a man's favorite quote to say.

"Can I?" I asked with uncertainty in my voice. I didn't know him from Adam, but then again, here I am, about to see what it would be like to be with a man like him.

His hand released from mine, raised it, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, tightly holding me against him as we walked, assuring me, "Yes. You can trust me."

We walked around for a little while, and when we heard a buzzer alarming someone hit something good at the slots, we walked over to watch and see if the player hit that good-ole grand prize.

Lucky her. She hit the grand prize.

I wish...

While we stood watching the woman squeal excitedly about her grand prize winnings, he reached for my hand, then pulled me over to an I Dream Of Jeanie slot machine. He pulled out the chair, had me sit, and then he placed a hundred-dollar bill into the machine and smiled. "Let's see what you can do."

"You want me to play with your money?"

"I'd rather you play with something else, but this will do for now," he chuckled. "Of course, I'll let you play with my money; I put it in there for you, didn't I?"

I shrugged my shoulder and smiled, "Okay. But I'll have you know; I'm not very good at playing slots. I don't understand them."

"It's okay, I'm not a slot machine player myself, but it would be fun to see what you could do. Plus, this machine will have me dreaming of what I can do to you instead of dreaming of Jeanie."

I giggled.

"You're unbelievable."

"No, that's not true. I'm very believable," he grinned. "Just give me three wishes," he said, reaching over me and pressing the maximum bet button. "Just hit that button; I have an excellent feeling you'll be hitting the jackpot tonight."

I thought I did by being here with him. Maybe this was his intention from the start? To hang out with a woman instead of hanging with the guys. Which is okay; I'm alright with that too. It was a little refreshing to hang out with someone other than my obnoxious drunk girlfriends all weekend.

I hit the button again, and the next thing I heard was my machine singing away, alerting me I hit something good. I looked up at him with a puzzled look. "What did I hit?"

He laughed and pointed at the screen. "You hit three Jeanie's. Now it's asking for you to pick three of those Arabian genie bottles. That'll tell you how much money you won, and since you hit that, I'd like to tell you what my three wishes will be," he winked.

I can only imagine what those wishes are.

He leaned into my ear, and when he spoke, it tickled my ear, blanketing my body with goosebumps and sending electricity sensations up and down along my spine, "My first wish is that you'll come up to my room with me-"

"And the second?" I breathed, panting while closing my eyes.

"The second wish is that you'll allow me to undress you. So I can see that beautiful naked body of yours."

"And the third?"

"My third and final wish is to lick you from head to toe—satisfying you in every which way. To make love to you, or to fuck you. Whichever way you like being satisfied. I can do either or, or both. Your choice."

I opened my eyes, and without saying a word, I looked at the screen and reached across, my hand shaking as I touched each of the three genie bottles I wanted. I didn't know what to say. I was nervous yet excited. Not to mention my panties were feeling like I just stepped out of a pool.

The machine sang to me again, alerting me to what I won. Seven-hundred-fifty dollars. "Holy shit! I think that's the most I ever hit on a slot machine!"

A casino attendant pushed her cart over by us, telling me congratulations and asking if we would like a drink. He looked at me, grinning. Knowing damn well, he got me worked up. "What would you like?"

I looked at the attendant, debating on what I wanted. Between God and me, he knew I needed something to calm my nerves, and I pursed my lips together as I thought hard about what I needed. I needed something lively, something I knew would relax me. "I'll take a bourbon straight up, a double to be exact."

His eyes widened, and he chuckled as he looked at the attendant. "You heard her; apparently, she's nervous about something... I'll take a beer, myself, thanks."

I looked at him and shrugged my shoulder.

He was right. I was nervous.

He took my drink from the attendant. And before handing it to me, he leaned down, with his lips inches away from mine, and looked me in the eye. God, he smells fantastic. "You don't have to be nervous around me," he whispered, then pressed his lips against mine. "And if your lips taste anything like what I just tasted. I could eat you alive," he said as he parted from my lips and handing me my drink. "Not figuratively. But you know what I mean," he winked.

My insides were now on fire, and I needed that drink now more than ever. I needed something to put out the fire he just caused to start and took the drink from his hand—downing it all in one swallow. I set the glass down between the machines, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and now that I had the liquid courage I needed, I turned around and smiled while pushing myself to stand. "Let's get out of here."

We cashed out, and as I stood waiting for the machine to spit out our winning ticket, he brushed my hair to the side and kissed the one spot that always got me excited. The soft spot on my neck. "Are you suggesting we go up to my room?"

"Before I change my mind, yes," I said quickly while pulling the ticket out of the machine.

We cashed in the ticket, and after he insisted I take the money won, he walked me over to the elevator. The second we got into the elevator and the doors closed, he pinned me against the wall, and like a strong magnet, his lips were immediately on mine, taking me into a world of eternal bliss with the way he was kissing me.

Holy fuck, this man can kiss.

And he was kissing me as he owned me.

I liked it.

A little too much that I surrendered, and I was now his.

I got lost in the kiss that my knees weakened, my body went limp, and everything I was worried about before we stepped onto the elevator disappeared. Instead of the whole world surrounding and watching us, it became a blur. We were now the only two people on this earth, I was his, and he was mine. Well, for tonight, that is.

The doors opened, and with our lips still locked together, he lifted, and then he carried me out—carrying me to his room.

Just as he was about to open the door, I abruptly parted from his lips. "Aren't your friends in here?"

He smiled. "They are... but in that room there," he said, spinning around and showing me where they were staying. "I had a feeling about tonight, so I rented them another room for the night," he winked. "Don't worry; I didn't tell them the reason other than I had to get some work done tonight."

After carrying me inside, he kicked the door shut, then he pressed me up against the wall and covered my mouth with his, kissing me like there was no tomorrow and leaving me breathless when he parted. His forehead rested against mine, and he looked me in the eye. "Is this what you want? Because I don't want to do anything you're not willing to do," he genuinely asked as he lowered me to the ground.

What I'm about to do with this man may be totally out of character for me, but I did want this for a selfish reason. It had been a while since I was last with someone, and I hadn't ever been sexually satisfied before. But in the little time I've spent with him, he can sexually satisfy me by just looking at me. Even with the way he talks to me. And it's something I've never felt before. If he can excite me by doing just those two things, I can only imagine what he can do to me in his bed, and I'm willing to give it a try.

I looked him in the eyes and slowly nodded. "I do," I whispered.

A God, you'll fucking enjoy what I can do to your body type of smile formed on his face. He lowered his hand to mine then walked me across the room, to his room. After entering his lair, I wanted to assure him how much I wanted to do this with him and quickly removed my top and bottoms; when I saw him looking the other way.

He turned around and smiled when he saw my naked body. "Leilani," God, I love how he says my name. "I think you want this more than I do, don't you?" He asked, stepping in front of me and looking me up and down. I knew he liked what he saw by his expression, causing me to throw myself into his arms.

He picked me up, carried me over to the bed, and hovered over me as he laid me down. "I'm going to ask one last time, is this what you truly want to do?"

Well, duh...

"I wouldn't be here, naked, with my arms wrapped around you if I didn't. Now, if you ask me that question one more time, I'll think this is something you don't want to do. Then I'll get dressed and go back to where I should be, at Caesars Palace, in my room with my drunk girlfriends."

He smirked. "Oh, believe me, I do want this to happen between us. I only wanted to be double sure this was what you wanted before anything happened. As I don't want to get accused of doing something that you didn't want to happen."

"Kiss me," I demanded, entwining my fingers into his hair and pressing him down to my lips.

"With pleasure," he excitedly said, pressing his lips to mine and kissing me as he did a little while ago.

He pushed himself up, removed his clothes, then lowered back onto me, doing as he said he would do, licking me from head to toe. He slowly kissed, licked, and sucked my skin as he moved from my toes and up along my legs, causing my breathing to hitch and become erratic the second he stopped and spread my legs further. My head lifted, and as I looked down, our eyes locked. With a massive grin, he lowered his tongue to my swollen bud.

"Goodness gracious me!" I yelled, slamming my head back and pressing it deeper into the bed.

I squirmed, moaned, and panted, all while he firmly held onto my hips. He was licking, sucking, and nibbling on my bud, exciting me greatly while he also teased my insides with his fingers. He definitely knew how to use his mouth and tongue, and he had me feeling like I was on top of the world. I felt my pussy spasming, and it was profusely pulsating harder the longer his tongue worked me below, that I knew what was coming next, something I've never experienced before.

He, too, must have known what was coming. He removed his fingers, and the next thing I did was scream, "Heavens to Betsy! Oh, my goodness!" I repeatedly repeated after feeling his tongue dip inside me; the next thing I felt was me climaxing all over his tongue. And as he drank and tasted my excretions, a moan of delight exited his mouth, exciting me even more.

"You taste amazingly wonderful."

He moved up to me, extended his arm to the nightstand, and grabbed a condom. Then he ripped open the wrapper using his teeth and quickly rolled the condom onto his shaft before lowering himself on me and crashing his lips to mine, giving me a taste of myself while his hardened cock pressed against my throbbing pussy.

He slid his cock up and down my wet pussy, teasing me, and I couldn't help but pant, panting heavier when I felt him starting to sink himself inside me.

"Holy Moly!" I screamed as he slowly entered. He paused and allowed my insides to stretch before doing what he said he would do.

The girth.

The circumference and his length. Oh my, God.

The fucking girth and length was fucking incredible!

As he sank deeper into the canal, he pulled on my hair, exposed my neck, and while devouring my neck, he asked, "What is it that you want me to do to you?"

"I want you to fuck me," I moaned, digging my nails deeply into his back. "Fuck me as you've never fuckeda woman before."

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