Page 75 of Whiskey Wednesdays

“Show me.”

“Alright." I popped my skateboard up, then did a throw-down and jumped on. Skating over to the intermediate bowl, I quickly dropped down and rode around for a few minutes to get a feel for it, then did a few tail stalls on the lip. After I’d warmed up a bit, I did a couple of simple ollies along the ledge.

Glancing up, I noticed a few of the other riders stopping to watch. This wasn’t uncommon. Liam told me once it was fun to watch me skate since there weren’t as many good female skaters. I’d learned to tune everyone out.

A few minutes later, I aired out of the bowl, grabbing the side of my skateboard briefly as I came out. Then just to show off a little, I did a kickflip not far from where Connor and Ellie were standing, rotating my skateboard underneath me, and came to a stop.

“That was fucking hot,” one of the guys muttered to his friends.

Connor watched me. “You having fun?”

I raised an eyebrow, understanding the lust that was probably coursing through him. I’d felt the same when I watched him playing hockey for the first time with Titus.

“Yeah, I am,” I grinned.

Elodie bounced beside me. “That was way better than dance. You have to teach me.”

“Dance will help you with your coordination and balance. You could do both. But first, we need to get you a helmet that fits, and some pads.”

She nodded happily. “Okay, it’s a deal.”

That night after we read with Elodie and tucked her in for the night, Connor grabbed a bottle of wine and we sat out on his back patio by the pool. We talked and gazed up at the stars. Honeysuckle and rosemary scented the air, and tall palm trees swayed gently in the breeze. I loved these desert evenings.

When we went to bed a little while later, Connor pulled the vibrator out of his drawer and took off my sweats. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. When we were both naked, he backed me into his bed and lowered me down. Then he knelt over me and nipped and sucked me from my lips to my ankles.

Tingles spread through me, and I shifted restlessly against him. He flicked on the vibrator and held it to my core. Then he pulled my head to the end of the bed. “Hold this on your clit while I fuck your mouth, sweet girl. Now open up.”

He stood over me, sliding his cock inside. The reversed angle felt strange, and Connor gazed, transfixed, at my throat. As he pushed deeper into my throat, he laid his hand on my neck and squeezed. My eyes rolled back and the vibrator fell from my hand.

He reached over and picked it back up. Placing it on my clit again, Connor grabbed my hand and placed it over the vibrator. “Hold it there. Now loosen your throat and just relax. There you go, just like that. I can see my cock working inside your throat. What a fucking sight.”

He worked himself inside again until he couldn’t go any further, and my breath cut off. Then he pumped in and out a few times, and did it all over again.

Pulling out of my throat, he turned me around and positioned my hips at the edge of the bed. Then he pushed my thighs apart with his knees. "Beg for my cock," he demanded.

"Give it to me." I pushed my hips back.

"Beg me, and I'll give you what you want," he said through gritted teeth.

He rubbed his fingers along my clit, and I cried out. “Connor, oh God. Please!"

"There you go," he murmured, grabbing my hips. I cried out as he shoved inside me. He felt so big, and I was a little sore from last night. But desperation and need speared through me.

He leaned over and wrapped one hand around my mouth and used his other to knead and massage my clit. The vibrator fell to the floor somewhere, and his large muscular body pinned me to the bed as he pounded into me.

I blindly reached out and grabbed the bedding, trying to find purchase so I could push back onto him. My mind was awash in need and lust, and my vagina pulsed. When my climax hit, he muffled my wail with his hand as I convulsed around his cock. When I stopped pulsing, he let go and held my waist tight while he rammed his cock into me.

“Fuuck,Bella. You feel so hot and tight around my cock. Your little pussy is perfect.” Growling low and long, he shoved inside me one last time and came.

He lay on top of me, breathing heavily before he finally rolled off.

I could hear a faint buzzing sound, and then it stopped. He’d found the vibrator and turned it off. Gathering me in his arms, he crawled into bed.

My body felt like dead weight, and my mind still buzzed from the remains of my orgasm. He haphazardly used a corner of the sheet to wipe us off, then pulled me into him.

“I want to be inside you all the time. We’re going to fuck each other to death if this keeps up.”

Maybe I mumbled a reply. I didn’t remember, because I fell asleep seconds later with his hand curled around my chest and his leg pressed between my messy thighs.

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