Page 89 of Whiskey Wednesdays

Then he worked himself inside me. The position made my channel even tighter, and he groaned as he thrust his way in. When Connor finally bottomed out, he rolled us over on our stomachs and brought my hands up to the headboard.

“Keep them there, unless you want the paddle tonight.” My vagina spasmed around him, and he chuckled in my ear. “The paddle it is.”

“I didn’t say I wanted the paddle.” My voice was hoarse and sleepy from my nap.

“Your pussy did, but we’ll save it for this weekend. I think you’re worn out from being tied up and fucked hard every night this week.”

His words made my vagina spasm and contract again. My legs were trapped by my panties and his thighs, and his cock was lodged tight inside me. I felt every inch of him.

Connor knelt up, pulling my hips with him as he continued to hammer inside me. When he reached around and rubbed and plucked on my clit, an orgasm started to build. Then he pressed his thumb against my anal opening.

I froze. “What are you… Oh, God!”

“I plan to fuck you here too. We’ll work up to it.”

Gasping, I pushed back frantically on his cock, and the dark image tipped me over the edge. I climaxed hard, and a long wail broke free.

His thrusts became sporadic, and he brutally drove into me. Then he came on a low groan. After a moment, he laid my hips back down and draped over me.

“I keep forgetting to gag you. We’ll take care of that this weekend.”

I raised my head. “No, thank you,” I wheezed out. His weight smashed me into the mattress.

He chuckled and rolled off, taking me with him. “Aw, sweet girl. It’s cute you think you have a choice.”

I poked his side. “Did I tell you about the time I shaved my brother’s right eyebrow off in his sleep?”

Connor was quiet for a few seconds, then he shrugged. “To gag you, then paddle and fuck you? I’d be willing to lose an eyebrow.”

Chapter 24

On Friday afternoon, we went to the auto body shop to pick up my car. Connor insisted on paying to have the scratches buffed out, and I noticed my car had also been washed and detailed.

“I don’t see why you won’t keep driving the Benz,” he grumbled for the third time as we drove to the shop.

“Because it’s not mine, and driving it makes me nervous and gives me hives.”

“What are hives?” Elodie asked from the back seat.

I turned around. “It’s like a red rash or bumps people might get when they’re nervous or upset.”

“Why are you upset?” she asked.

“Because the car is worth so much money, if anything happened to it while I was driving it, I’d be paying your dad for the rest of my life.”

She looked confused. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you pay Daddy?”

“Because if I broke it, I’d want to fix it. And fixing a car like that is expensive.”

“My mom broke lots of cars.”

I had no idea what to say, so I looked at Connor for help. He just shrugged.

Straightening up, I looked back at her again. “Your mom probably needed a car to help take care of you. I also don’t want to take advantage of him.”

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