Love and Seduction in Las Vegas

Professional Reviews

5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS, RECOMMENDED READ: "You are sooo going to need a box of Kleenex and a good bottle of wine before this tale is done. In the end, more than ten years from where we started, everyone's lives have been woven together to form a truly romantic and heart felt feel good book. I was left with a big 'ol sappy feeling in the pit of my heart, I would recommend this book to anyone who is looking for something sweet but a little naughty." -- Amanda, Dark Diva Reviews

4.5 STARS: "Dee Dawning always writes the sexiest stories. This one is also extremely sexy but also very full of meaning. The characters are extremely realistic, and you can understand both characters' reactions to each other. If you like well written stories with the steamiest sex scenes, then give Love and Seduction in Las Vegas a try." -- Krystal, Manic Readers

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

I woke up at dawn.

My own personal rooster, Bobby, woke me with his boner poking me in the ass. I rolled over to look at him. He was still sleeping so I couldn’t see his beautiful, cornflower blue eyes, but I could sure see the rest of his handsome face. His cheeks were high, his jaw square and his nose straight. He had a smile on his dreamy thin lips, and his sandy blond hair was messed up.

What the fuck was his wife thinking? A casino manager? Are you kidding me? I’ll bet there’s a revolving door into his bedroom.

I could understand if a girl who married young felt like she missed out on a few things and maybe wanted to see what she missed from a stud on the side, but to dump him and move out… Bobby was a catch.

Bobby opened his eyes. I watched recognition wash across his face. He smiled and said, “Hi. I guess it wasn’t a dream.”

I must have looked confused, because he continued. “Last night was so wonderful, it had to be a dream. It wasn’t though. You’re real, and what happened last night was real.”

“It was real all right, and you are a great lover.” I took hold of his erection. “Look at this. You certainly have no problem getting hard.”

Bobby grew melancholy and was suddenly more interested in my boobs than my eyes. “Not with you, I don’t. But you don’t think my penis is ugly.”

I was surprised. ”It’s not. Did your wife say it was ugly?”

Still not looking at me, he nodded. “Indirectly,” he said.

I started stroking him, but he was already hard and I was wet, so I lifted my leg over his hip and snuggled up to him, inserting his ripe reamer into my waiting, slick pussy. We both inhaled sharply as it slid in, and he began stroking me slowly, enough to keep me on edge but still carry on our conversation. Riding him as if I were in a saddle, I said, “You know, I enjoy this as much as you, maybe even more because you’re gorgeous and I’m not.”

“What’re yo—”

I put a hand over his mouth. “I will not have you arguing with me. I’m the teacher and you’re the pupil. Now, lesson number one. Women want and enjoy sex as much as you do. Okay?”

He nodded.

“And women don’t think cocks are ugly. At least normal women don’t. Tell me something Bobby. When you see a woman’s breasts, do they turn you on?”

He nodded.

“How about a nice ass?”

“Yes.”

“How about a sexy pair of legs, a pretty face, her lips, hair, belly buttons, her mound, her cunt?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Bobby reached for me, grabbing me tightly. His tongue laved around my nipple, sending a new thrill through me. He stiffened as if something hurt, but I knew it was the opposite. Bobby was having an orgasm. He thrust this pelvis into mine, trying to get every little millimeter of him inside me. He groaned loudly, and I could feel his thick cock pulsating as his precious seed squirted deep inside me.

“All of those things. It all turns me on,” he screeched out when he’d caught his breath. I held him tightly and didn’t let go. Right then I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

* * * *

After I recovered from the effects of my spontaneous climax, Loretta continued her carnal tutelage. I don’t think she knew just how sexy she was. No, she wasn’t beautiful. Attractive at best, but she was so sexy. She wasn’t blessed with spectacular equipment, but what she had wasn’t bad. She loved sex, and she knew how to use the tools she’d been given to perfection. And now this sexy creature was teaching me all the little tricks.

“Bobby, remember. When it comes to sex, men are not unique. Women are no different than men. Now, I’m not going to tell you a cock or a pussy is a thing of beauty. It’s what a cock or pussy can do, which makes it beautiful. The intimation of carnal pleasures it can perform. Real women thrill in the sight of a nice-looking naked male, especially his cock.”

She looked at me oddly, as if I looked confused. “Am I making sense?”

I nodded.

“Good, to give you an example. Sitting in front of me naked as you are, I have trouble concentrating on what I’m saying. My eyes keep drifting down to your flaccid cock and I want to hold it and make it hard—to suck on it.”

It didn’t sound like a bad idea to me, so I said, “Why don’t you then? Make it part of my lesson.” I flashed what I thought was a naughty smile and winked.

She laughed. I loved her laugh. “Good Lord. We’d never get anything done if we stopped every time I had an urge to fuck you.”

“Maybe we should get dressed, so you won’t be distracted, then,” I volunteered, tongue-in-cheek.

She smiled and shook her head. “The next lesson is you learning how to drive me—hence all women—crazy. However, for now, donning a couple robes wouldn’t hurt.”

She got up and glided to her closet. I liked watching her walk naked—the way her buns give a friendly wiggle as her weight switched from one leg to the other. “You are going to be my creation. My work of art. A stud who knows how to deliver the goods,” she said, returning wearing a robe. She stopped at the foot of the bed and threw me a pink robe with white marabou trim. “I’m actually doing all the girls you’re going to lay a favor, you know?”

“Why’s that?”

“Because, when I get finished, you’ll be one of the greatest lovers they've ever had.”