Page 126 of Whiskey Wednesdays

Then Connor took my hand and led me to a small, private sleeping area in the back. He slid the door closed and pulled me to him.

Leaning in, he nuzzled my cheek and softly bit my neck. “It’s been days, and I need to be inside your sweet little pussy like I need my next breath.”

My breath whooshed out, and I shivered. Shifting closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his waist. He cupped my face and kissed me, licking my lips, then thrusting his tongue inside.

His mouth felt so good, and his hot, hard body made the cold inside me dissipate a little. I’d felt chilled for days, and I wanted to crawl inside him and bask in his warmth. Sliding my leg up, I wrapped it around his hip, then wound my arms around his neck.

He growled in his throat, and shifted me to the small berth. The backs of my knees hit the edge, and he laid me down, then broke the kiss. His eyes were hot as he stared at me. Pulling off my shoes, he reached up and stripped off my jeans and panties. I matched his impatience, and I unbuckled his belt then untucked his shirt.

Leaning over me, Connor pulled off my sweater and unclipped my bra. “I fucking love unwrapping your beautiful, round breasts.”

Sweeping his thumbs across my nipples, he grinned when my hips involuntarily bucked. Stepping back, he yanked the belt out of his belt loops, then undid his jeans. “Are you going to be my good girl and keep quiet, or do I need to gag you?”

I smirked. “You can try–”

He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to him. “A gag it is.”

Connor laid his belt on the bed next to me and pulled my hands down. Then he wrapped my wrists tight and pulled theend through the buckle, giving him a nice lead. Leaning over me, he took a pillow off the small bed and pulled the pillowcase off. Then he rolled it up.

My eyes went wide. “I can be quiet!”

“Too late.” He grinned and quickly wrapped it around my jaw, tying the ends across my mouth. Then he patted my uninjured cheek. “And this way you can scream all you want while I hammer into your tight little pussy.”

My eyes narrowed, and I called him a cock sucking whoreson. It came out garbled and muffled.

He laughed softly, then reached down and palmed my wet core. “This doesn’t lie. You’re hot and soaking for me.”

Bending down, he spread my legs wide and licked up my slit. I let out a low moan, and his hands squeezed my thighs.

“That’s it. Let me taste you.”

He lapped at my clit, and plucked my swollen nipples. I closed my eyes and saw white bursts of light flash behind my eyelids. The sound of him sucking and licking my slit, and the mingled smell of our arousal assaulted my senses. I instinctively rocked against his mouth.

Sliding two fingers inside me, he pumped his hand. My back arched and my legs locked. I wailed softly behind the pillowcase as my orgasm built. Connor bit the inside of my thigh, and I jerked at the nip. Then he bent over again and sucked my clit deep into his mouth, working it with his tongue.

He knew exactly how to make me beg. I whimpered when I felt the oncoming climax, and he relentlessly and rhythmically lapped at me. A red film ripped across my mind as my orgasm rose. My insides clenched and I cried out behind my gag and came all over his mouth. He slammed two fingers inside me, and I contracted around him.

When my breathing slowed, he pulled back and wiped his mouth across my stomach, leaving a trail of my juices. Hegrinned down at me, then flipped me over on my stomach and pulled my hips up to meet his thick, hard length.

Spreading my legs as far as he could, he strained my thigh muscles. “Your cunt and ass are a fucking work of art. I want to mark you up, make you come, and ruin you for anyone but me.”

He smacked my right cheek, then slid his finger across my openings. I whined and tried to shift, but his hands clamped down on my hips. My body was completely open and vulnerable to him, and he could see how wet he made me.

My hands were still tied together with his belt, and he reached underneath and pulled the belt end between my knees. My upper body collapsed down on the bed, and I turned my face to the side so I could breathe. He tucked my bound wrists between his knees, then slid his hands up my thighs and groaned.

“You’remine, sweet girl.”

I growled and pushed my ass back against his groin. He had me immobilized and gagged, but I could still communicate my displeasure.

He laughed, then he ran his cock between my folds. My moisture coated his shaft. Positioning his tip at my opening, he relentlessly pushed himself inside, then started thrusting into me until he was fully seated and pushing against the end of my channel. I whined with lust and discomfort.

He breathed heavily in my ear as he leaned over and squeezed my breasts, which were smashed against the bed. When he pinched my nipples, I gasped and started rocking back against him. He leaned up and slowed down, then pulled halfway out several times to prolong his pleasure.

I struggled to get enough breath through my nose and tried to process all the stimulation. Connor’s heavy thighs held my legs firmly open, and I smelled his musky scent.

Connor pushed his finger against my anal opening, then firmly pressed inside. My body locked up, and I started panting behindthe gag. I was confused and frustrated by all the stimulation and my inability to move, but so turned on I bit down on the gag and screamed. An orgasm hit me, and I convulsed around his cock.

My climax triggered his, and he lifted my hips off the bed, holding me up as he furiously pistoned inside me. Then he slammed his cock deep inside, and came long and hard, sending hot spurts of semen deep inside me. When he finally stopped coming, he slowly lowered my hips, and my knees hit the bed again.

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