Page 84 of Whiskey Wednesdays

“Oh, God. That feels so good.” I arched into his hand.

He pressed his finger inside me. “Why are you telling God again? You need to tell me.”

His touch sent tremors racing through my center, and I wanted to feel him skin to skin. I was so wet, I could hear the suction when he pushed his finger in and out of my channel.

He straddled my torso. “If you want me to spank you, you have to ask me. Nicely.” Then he eased back and pulled my thighs apart so I was spread out to him.

I felt completely open and so turned on. “Askyou to spank me?”

He rubbed his thumbs slowly across my nipples, then pinched and tugged on them. “Your eyes are heavy and your slit is soaked. So after I eat you out for a few minutes, I’m going to turn you over and give you a few well-deserved smacks with that cute little heart-shaped paddle, and then my bare hand. But you’re going to beg me first.”

I shook my head in denial while my insides contracted.

“And when your cunt is dripping and your mind is confused with the mix of pain and pleasure, you’re going to say please. Andthenyou can have my cock inside you.”

“Or, I’ll laugh in your face.”

“We’ll see.” He smirked and leaned in to lick the side of my neck. I shivered. Then he trailed his mouth slowly down my chest, barely skimming my breasts and stomach. Connor finally latched onto my clit, and I bucked underneath him.

I instinctively brought my hands down to hold his head to me, but he grabbed the cuffs and put my hands above my head again.

“Keep them there.” He put his mouth back to my clit.

Connor licked and sucked me, then drove two fingers inside. When my breath sped up and I started panting and moaning, he pulled back. “Not yet. I want to be balls deep inside you when you come.” He flicked my labia.

“Then put your cock in me,” I panted.

He leaned back in to give my pussy a nice long lick. “Uh-uh. Not yet.”

Burying his mouth deep in my slit, he hummed, pulled back, and blew softly. Then he slid two fingers back inside me.

My breath whooshed out of me. His mouth felt better than anything I’d ever done to get myself off. My mind went blank as my core tightened in anticipation.

He licked and sucked me, then pulled back when he felt me tighten again. After repeating the process until I was mindlessly begging him to spank me, fuck me, and for a few other things that probably weren’t anatomically possible, he stood and pulled me up.

I wobbled, but he steadied me and positioned me on my knees facing away from him. Pulling my hips back to the edge of the bed, he folded my torso over until my forehead pressed against the bedspread. Then he stood behind me.

“Wider.” He ran his hand down my back to my ass cheeks, and I shifted a little and spread my legs further apart. I felt moisture drip down my leg.

He ran his finger up the inside of my thigh to catch it, and rubbed it into my skin. “Your cunt is dripping. We’re almost there. Push your ass out toward me.”

I blushed, and my body tightened in need. Then Connor leaned over me and tweaked my nipple while he slid two fingers inside me. He pumped them in and out, and rubbed against my clit.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly. I gave a short, quick nod.

He picked up the paddle and delivered a few blows to my ass cheeks. I froze and tried to process the sting. He ran his hands over my thighs for a moment, then delivered several harder slaps, some to my upper thighs. I panted and shifted, and he set the paddle down to give me a few quick slaps with his hand right on my pussy. Sharp pain and pleasure radiated through my core. My mind blanked for a moment and I moaned. The heat built as I panted and whimpered. Maybe even sobbed a little.

He arched his body over mine and caressed the area he’d just spanked. “How’re you doing?”

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.

He cupped both my breasts, then whispered in detail what else he wanted to do to me. My breath sped up and I pushed backagainst him. Connor lined himself against my opening, grasped my shoulders, then shoved me back onto his hard cock while he thrust his hips forward.

I cried out as he slapped against my sore bottom, his thick length stretching my tight walls. He pounded into me and I held my breath and struggled to process all the overwhelming stimulus.

My mind spun like a stripped gear, and I started pleading again. “Connor, please. Oh, God, please! I can’t… you feel so good.”

A few bites of pain and the cuffs had intensified my pleasure, and I mindlessly shoved myself back on him.

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