Page 68 of Bourbon & Blood

It was a bit of a fight, and a little uncomfortably tight at the base, but that was soon forgotten as she repositioned herself, and took me… and theway of it, holy shit.

The bright room, the copper spill of her hair around her face, the feel of me sinking into her tight, wet, hungry little pussy, and the way she looked at me with those heavy-lidded silver eyes of hers?Fuck.I grunted, and she dug nails into my chest to keep me down when I tried to sit up.

She wanted to drive? Okay, okay. I lay back and let her ride.

I looked up at her, relaxed, and let her take her pleasure. She rose and fell in a gentle easy cadence and I liked that. I liked that a lot. Smooth and silky, her body surrounded mine, snug and so perfect.

At some point, she added this roll to her hips that’d like to make my eyes roll back in my head and I found my breath matching her rhythm.

“Fuck, yes, like that, baby. Just like that,” I praised her and the tremulous smile that touched her lips at the small praise meant the world to me.

“Bring that mouth down here to mine,” I ordered and with a smile that grew as sweet as the sunrise over the horizon, she kissed me.

I held her tight against me, kissing her back and loving the way she felt. When she slowed even more, starting to feel like she was on the verge of tiring, I rolled her over lightning quick. She cried out in surprise into my mouth and rolled with it. I pushed myselfdeepinside her, fucking her proper good.

“Oh!” she cried, arching beneath me, and I sat up to give myself better leverage.

She writhed under me, her pussy gripping my cock and I licked the pad of my thumb and pressed it against her clit, giving it some easy swipes to watch her come alive. She raised her knees all on her own to take me as deep as I could go an’ I loved that.

She was my angel in the streets and was provin’ to be a siren in the sheets. I couldn’t tell you how much that fuckin’ turned my ass on.

“There you go, cher. That’s it,” I grated when I could see just by the look on her face, could hear by the sounds she made, that she was wicked close and I needed it. I needed her to come around my cock, because I wasn’t liable to hold my own back much longer.

“Yes!” she moaned when I hit the right place. “Oh, yes!”

Goddamnwatching her come apart beneath me was a thing. A thing more powerful than when I held a man’s life in my hands.

My God, she was perfect. Perfect andmine, all mine.

She panted beneath me, shuddering as I pulled outta her body, because now that’d I’d filled the condom. the damn thing justhurtaround the base. I stood up and stripped the damn thing off and groaned, putting my hands on my knees, and catching my breath.

“I gotta get some ofmybrand for that drawer of yours, cher,” I said breathlessly, and she giggled, putting a hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s not funny, but it’s funny, you know?”

I cracked a rare smile and nodded, discarding the used rubber in the trash, and said, “Yeah, sure. I get ‘cha.”

“Mm, thank you for that,” she said as I got back up on the bed with her, bringing my mouth to hers.

“Mais non,” I told her. “That was all you, baby. So, thankyou.”

“Mm.” She kissed me, her arms going around me. “What does it say that you treat me better than anyone has before?” she asked quietly.

“Tells me you was datin’ boys, not men,” I replied.

She smiled, and it held a touch of sadness. “Is that what we’re doing?” she asked softly. “Dating?”

I could catch her meaning and I nodded. “If that’s what you need it to be, then yeah, we can call it that. We can call it whatever you need.”

She searched my face, arching so I could delve my arms beneath her as I settled between her thighs, resting my chin on her chest above the sweetheart neckline of her gown.

“There’s nothing normal about catching feelings for your stalker,” she said. “But I am and that seriously makes me wonder about my mental health.”

I heard what she was saying and she wasn’t wrong about the stalker part but I was stuck on the part where she said she was catchin’ feelings.

“Depends,” I said carefully. “Those feelin’s good ones?”

She gave me a puzzled look and said, “Would I have just done what I did if they weren’t?” she asked, and I simply stared at her, at a loss for words. Her face changed, losing its playfulness and she touched the side of my face gently and said, “Yes, they’re good. I mean, I think they’re good. You, um… you…”

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