Page 63 of Whiskey Wednesdays

My vagina spasmed, and I opened my legs. He reached in and slid another finger inside me, watching my face as he pushed in and out. My eyes drifted shut and I whimpered.

“You’re dripping wet.”

I rolled my hips against his hand. His fingers were big, and they stretched me wide. My vagina stung, but he expertly rubbed his thumb against my clit.

“Open your eyes so you can watch me finger you.”

I struggled to open them. When I started rocking against his fingers, he pulled out.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

“Not a chance.” He drew me off the couch and started to remove my pants.

“Connor, what are you doing?” I sidestepped him and started coming out of my stupor.

“Taking your pants off, then taking you to my bedroom to fuck you properly.”

“I can take my clothes off there. Give me my shirt.”

He stood up. “No.”

My eyes narrowed, and I bent down to pull my pants back up my legs. He snatched me up and threw me over his shoulder.

“You won’t need these.” He yanked my pants off, and threw them aside.

Wiggling on his shoulder, I pinched his butt. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked again, laughing and squirming.

I tried to raise my torso up, but he smacked the back of my thigh. “If you want to keep your panties on, at least for a few minutes, you need to behave.”

I smacked his ass in retaliation. “Youneed to behave.”

“I’m not the one with my ass in the air,” he laughed, then smacked my butt cheek.

“Fuck, that stings!” I yelped.

He ripped my panties down and left them in a heap on top of my pants.

“Only good girls get to wear panties.” He turned and started walking down the hallway.

He jostled me a little and fondled my bottom. “If you stay quiet, I won’t heat up your other ass cheek.”

I couldn’t help myself. “You can go fuck yours–Ouch, Goddamn it! Stop spanking me!” I whisper-hissed when he smacked me again.

He ran his hand up my thigh, then drew his fingers across my wet slit. “No. Your cunt tells me you like getting spanked. And finger fucked. Good to know.”

Connor’s hand smoothed over my ass cheek, and he reached in and slid his fingers through my slit again, rubbing and stroking me as he walked. His touch was firm and deliberate, and it sent hot pulses shooting through me. I moaned softly.

He stepped inside a door at the end of the hall and shut it. Turning, he put me down and stepped back. When I stood up straight, I realized I was completely naked and he was fully dressed.

I glanced around at Connor’s bedroom and started to cross my arms over my chest.

“Don’t.” His voice was low and gravelly. “When we’re in the bedroom alone, you don’t need to cover yourself.”

My hands slowly dropped. I should have told him to go fuck himself again, but instead my nipples hardened, and my eyes drooped at his command.

His hot gaze slid down my body, and he put his hands on his hips. “You’re a sight, sweet girl. With your wild hair, flushed cheeks, and perfect tits and ass, I’m not sure where to begin.”

Standing there naked in front of him, I felt vulnerable and turned on all at once. “You need to take your clothes off.”

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