Page 53 of Bourbon & Blood

“Mm.” He sat up slow, sucking his fingers, and something about that was just…wow.So hot.

“How you feel, cher?” he asked me, going for his belt and I whimpered, so thoroughly ravished by his lips, hand, and tongue, I couldn’t form coherent speech.

He undid his belt, the leather giving a little sigh of relief as it gave way, and he unfastened the button and unzipped.

My eyes went a little wide as his cock sprang free of his jeans. There was a slightly dark spot in the denim off to one side of his fly from where he leaked precum from the swollen, absolutely engorged head.

He was long and thick, almost frighteningly so. I mean, I had never taken anything quite so big. It was definitely one of those moments where I had to wonder if he would all fit. I mean, I wasn’t exactly anything but petite and there wasn’t anything about him at all that could be considered small. Certainly not his penis.

Oh, my God…

He kicked his boots off behind him and stood up off the bed, shucking his jeans down his legs.

“You want I should put a condom on?” he asked, and I nodded. I mean, I was on birth control; an implant in my arm, but you never could be too careful.

He pulled one out of a basket beside his bed and tore the gold foil packet open. His dark eyes watched me as I watched him make himself ready for me. I didn’t remember doing it, but I found myself writhing on the bed in anticipation, my fingers between my legs, teasing myself for those demonic eyes of his which heated with the fire of lust at watching me. I found myselfwantinghim,badly… I don’t know how I could go from crying, and being so afraid and ashamed of what I was about to do tothis…towanting himinside me so bad I could cry for a verydifferentreason.

He got up on the bed, his condom-covered cock bobbing thickly between his legs, and he delved his hands beneath me, reaching up past the globes of my ass, his chest on my stomach, as his hands found the back of my bra and he blindly worked the hooks free.

He took it from me, and I let him. Just like that, we were both completely nude and in each other’s arms.

He kissed my stomach, worked his way up my chest, and bit into my breast enticingly – not painfully at all. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensation of his warm wet mouth on me. He met my lips with his and I kissed him. I could still vaguely smell myself on his skin, but I didn’t care. I found it further arousing.

He dry-humped me a bit, rubbing his hard, hot, thick length up and down my pussy, the lips parting, as I writhed against him. Our bodies danced, erotic, slow, and teasing; and he changed the angle of his hips subtly. His cock got closer and closer to its goal and I jumped when it lined up to my entrance and partially slipped in.

He stilled immediately and tore his mouth from mine to rear back, to look at me.

It was strange staring into those alien eyes of his as he sank into me; so very strange, and so very tender… he cared, and that caring was etched into every line of his face. It showed in the careful control with which he introduced himself to my body. How when I panted, he slowed, misunderstanding me, afraid he was hurting me, when no… no,not at all.

The smile that touched his lips was a thing of exquisite beauty when I put a hand to his ass to keep him from pulling back. When I actuallypulled him in, to the best of my ability – but he would take this at his own pace. A pace that I was finding to be maddeningly slow.

“Please,” I begged, breathy with need. “Please, I need you to fill me.”

He groaned as though he had just heard the sweetest music, and relented a little, easing into me all the way, giving a tiny thrust to make certain he was fully seated inside of me.

“Oh!” I cried, breathless, letting my head fall back, my back arch, and my body writhe a little to feel what it was like to have himmove. The way his cock pressed out against my walls, the sensation of him slipping against them, and the feel of him touching deeper than anything I’d ever felt, rubbing places I swore had never been touched.

It was enough to turn me into a wild, feral thing in his arms.

He wrapped an arm around me, beneath me, locking it behind my lower back and making me arch a little more, pulling me down on top of him, going impossibly deep; lying against me, practically crushing me to the bed before he started to thrust. And oh, did he thrust with a slow, careful, measured rolling of his hips that made him touchallthe right places. He sat up in just a way that he could get his other hand between our bodies so that he could work me from the outside as well as in. The same way he’d worked me with his fingers and his mouth, only this?

This was so much better.

“Oh, God!” He wrung the cry from my throat, and I dug my nails into his arms, trying to writhe, trying to work my hips up and down in counterpoint to his even thrusting.

He felt so good!

Better than anything I had ever felt before in my life, and I suddenly had no regrets striking such a bargain with this man.

Not if he did this.

Not if hecontinuedto do this… which was the part that remained yet to be seen.

“Mm!” I caught the cry behind my lips as he picked up pace, working me so good, so deep, so well, I very nearly started weeping again with a sort of relief.

“You gonna come for me, cher? Think you can get there like this?” he asked, grunting like it was taking effort to hold back. He bowed his head and turned it, his eyes slipping shut as he lost himself in the feel of my body as much as I was lost in the feeling of his.

“Mm, yeah,” I said breathy.

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