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“Wow, so we’re really doing this.” Sitting up, she looks at what I have, taking it all in.

“Are you ready?” I ask, my dick so hard at the visual of her naked in just my open shirt. There’s no doubt my orgasm will be building from the moment I see the amber liquid spill from her mouth.

“I’m not sure I'll like it, and I don’t want to offend you,” she says more softly, looking a little unsure. I grin as I sit next to her, the two of us close, facing each other.

“We’ll start easy,” I murmur as I grab one of my single malts. I take a sip, loving the taste, and she waits patiently for me to pass her the bottle, but instead, I lean forward, grab her at the nape of her neck, and bring her lips to mine. She moans as I kiss her, gripping her jaw and tilting her head up a little before I roll my tongue into her mouth, finding her own, the whiskey now coating both our mouths, passing her a little liquid with my tongue. She swallows it down, and I do the same, our kisses not wavering. When I pull back, a drop trails from her mouth, so I lean forward to lick it from her skin.

“Wow,” she says quietly, and I grab the small jar of Whiteman’s honey, dipping my finger in it and scooping up a small amount.

“Open your mouth, baby girl.”

Smiling, she does, and I slide my honey-dipped finger into her mouth. Her lips close around me, and I growl as she sucks, pulling my finger into her mouth and cleaning it with her tongue.

Fuck me, this woman is digging herself further and further into my chest with every moment we share. As I slide my finger out of her greedy mouth, her eyes are a little glassy with lust, her lips tinted pink.

“Well?” I ask her, barely hanging on to my self-control, seemingly a common occurrence with her.

“It wasn’t bad,” she teases with a slight shrug, acting nonchalant. When she does, my shirt opens where it hangs from her shoulders, her beautiful bare body underneath. My eyes drop to her naked form, and I take in some air, before looking back at her.

“Try this one.” I take a swig of one of our newest releases, Next Door. A small boutique batch we made. Again, I roll the whiskey around in my mouth and pull her face to mine. My movements are strong, the ache I have for her overtaking my mind. This foreplay with my whiskey is something that’s going to stick with me for a very long time.

I devour her lips, sucking on them, the whiskey coating us both. It’s messy, the liquor running down her chin and into my beard, but I crave her taste too much to care. I pull back again, seeing more drops running down her bare chest, and again, I dip my finger in the honey. I’m aware that she isn’t a whiskey drinker and know alcohol isn’t her thing, but the burn of the whiskey, the kiss, and then the honey chaser make it all so seductively sweet, so I know she enjoys it.

Honey drips from my finger and lands on her nipple before I put it in her mouth. She sucks it down again, her tongue curving around me, licking it from my skin, and then she moves back slightly, her shoulders hitting the sofa. Arching, the open shirt falls to her sides, exposing her naked body to me completely.

She’s a little minx. Her hands travel across my still jean-clothed knee, and she smooths it up my thigh, palming my hard cock where it strains under my zipper. Suppressing a groan, I lean over, taking her nipple in my mouth, sucking the sweet honey from her skin. I lick up her chest, sweeping up the drops of whiskey that make trails down her body, her skin soft and warm and made for this.

“That one was a little better,” she teases, rubbing her hand up and down my crotch as I remove my finger from her mouth. She pants, taking in some breaths, and I lean forward more, pecking her on the lips. They’re hot from our kissing, from the whiskey, probably both.

“This one is my favorite,” I murmur, grabbing the last bottle.

“Is this the seventeen-year-old one?” she asks, already knowing the answer as she opens my jeans button and lowers the zipper. Her small hand reaches inside and grips me, and I clench my jaw, loving her hands on me so much, I already feel like I could combust.

“It is. I don’t have many bottles of it left. I don’t share this with anyone. Until now. It’s smoother than the others. A buttery taste that’s softer on the tongue. It’s almost as delicious as your pussy,” I tell her, nearly losing my breath as her hand continues to toy with me. I speak the truth. I loved the taste of this whiskey until I tasted her. Now her flavor is by far my favorite. I wish I could bottle her and drink her whenever I wanted.

I take a heavy swig of my favorite whiskey, the one that really kick-started my whole business and put Dad and me on the map. The one that we now keep hidden, only available for our own consumption or very rarely for special friends or for a charitable cause.

As I move closer, she takes the opportunity to push my jeans over my ass, and I grab her jaw tight and bring her mouth to mine. She opens her mouth for me, and I slowly release the liquor, my tongue pushing it into her mouth, the softness of butter, the hint of spice, all combining with her sweetness, and I groan. I don’t offer her honey. I can’t. I can’t remove my lips from hers, and instead, I lower my hands, grab hold of her ass, and pull her up off the sofa to straddle me.

Her thick thighs fall to either side of mine, and the whiskey spills from our mouths all over our bare torsos. The liquid coats us both, my beard wet. I run my hands up her body, pushing my shirt from her shoulders, and she throws it across the floor so that she’s now completely bare, sitting on top of me as I get to drink her in.

Our eyes meet as she loops her hands around the back of my neck, and I run my hands up and down her sides. I love the feel of her. I relax back as her fingers dig into the base of my neck, a mini massage of sorts that has me groaning in pleasure. She’s on top. She’s controlling it all, but I feel like an arrogant son of bitch with my head leaning back on the sofa, just watching her.

I draw patterns on her bare skin with my fingers, tracing down her chest, circling her nipple and feeling the whiskey and honey still on her skin. Her hands move behind her to rest on my knees, leaving her even more open and beautifully on display.

“Is this all for me, baby girl?” I groan. Her gorgeous body right in front of me, no longer hidden, shows me exactly who she is and what she’s got.

“All yours,” she murmurs, a sultry grin on her face, and I sit forward with a growl at how that sounds. Taking her nipple into my mouth, my hands smooth up her thighs to her center, and I dip a finger inside.

She moans my name, her body rolling as her hips grind into my hand. Her panting my name like a prayer is something I notice she does when she’s desperately turned on, like I almost leave her breathless. Which is good, because she leaves me almost incapacitated. My will is always tested, my disbelief that I found her all-encompassing. I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as my finger circles her clit, and her hips start moving more.

“I want you to come and slide up and down my cock for me,” I say against her skin as I slide my mouth across her chest to her other nipple. “I want your body to move on me like it’s moving on my hand.” I continue, hardly able to pull my mouth away from her. “And while you ride me, baby girl, I’m going to pour my whiskey all over your fucking beautiful naked body.” Nibbling and dragging my lips across her body, I hear her pant, her hips moving faster. “And I’m gonna lick you clean.” My mumbled desires have her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed.

She starts to move then, sitting up a little, getting into position as I pull down my underwear, my cock springing up hard. Grabbing on to me, she strokes me a little, and I growl. I lean over and get a condom from my jeans, ripping it open. She takes it from my hand eagerly and rolls it onto my length, until I’m perfectly sheathed and ready to feel her around me.

“Sit, baby girl,” I grit out, because I’m trying very hard not to come in her hand. She moves instantly as the words leave my mouth, and as I feel her warm, wet pussy take me in, I almost come undone. “Fuuuuuccckkkkkk.”

“Oh… my…” she pants out as she starts to move up and down on my cock, finding a rhythm that’s comfortable for her. I don’t care either way. I have prime viewing. I have the most amazing, beautiful woman riding my cock and a bottle of my favorite whiskey in my hand.

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