Page 76 of Whiskey Shivers

I couldn’t help myself, my pussy giving me a throbbing little ache of need to have him there, up inside me.

“I want you so bad,” I murmured.

“Yeah?” he growled and the angle and the pitch of his voice changed ever so slightly. I pictured him standing there, eyes closed, hands where I could feel them, one on my hip, one on my ribs, traveling toward a goal of palming my tit.

I pictured him, eyes closed, chin tucked, head turned like a predator listening, hearing out in the wood for its prey to make even the slightest movement, the slightest sound before…

“Fuck me,” I begged. “I want you to drive this cock so far inside me, so deep, it hurts and I want you to do it until I either beg for mercy or beg for more.”

His hand seized my breast and jerked me forward into his hard body. His other hand traveled up my back from my hip and tangled in the back of my hair. My head was jerked back with just that slightest edge of biting pain in my scalp and his breath came hot in my ear, sliding down the side of my neck, my nipples tightening as he ground out, “Be careful what you wish for, little Fable, or you might just turn into a cautionary tale.”

I think my insides turned to liquid fire.

“Fuck, yes… please…” I begged, and I worked my hand a little faster, gripping a little harder.

His hand covered mine and stopped my rhythm.

He didn’t say anything, he just turned me around, to the side and hand still in the back of my hair for the control it provided him, he pushed me toward the bed. I felt the front of my thighs hit the edge and then he ordered me, “Bend over, put your hands on the bed, and hold on tight.”

I did as he commanded, and waited, face down and ass up and listened as he groped through the bedside table. I heard the crackle of the condom wrapper, the wet plastic sound of him rolling it onto his cock, but then there was a little more, a slight plastic thunk and a click before he slid the drawer shut.

“Oh! Cold!” I cried, shooting up slightly, but he barked out, “Head down, ass up! I won’t tell you again.”

I put myself back down as he touched whatever cool gel to my pussy entrance. I moaned as he unnecessarily lubed me up, I was hot and already so wet. I could tell not only by the feel of him gliding over my entrance but also by the wetsoundof him petting along my pussy lips.

I moaned and pushed back into his hand but he took it away and said, “Don’t move.” I swallowed and nodded and realized he couldn’t see it onlyafterhis hand cracked into my right ass cheek.

“Oh, God, yes!” I cried and bit my bottom lip, drawing in a ragged breath.

“Mm,” he hummed in appreciation. “I’m going to fuck your pussy good and deep, just like you asked, baby but I’m gonna play with your asshole too, this time. Okay?”

“What?” I asked, slightly confused. I mean, I didn’t realize he was into that and honestly? I’d never tried it.

“I didn’t stutter,” he said, shoving into my cunt with a grunt. I thrust my hips back to meet him and nearly had my legs go out from under me.

“Nope, up on the bed, get up there. On your knees,” he commanded, and it took more than one try, but I did it.

“Good girl,” he declared, and he laid into my left ass cheek with a stinging slap.

I yowled and rocked back out of pure instinct which just drove me onto his cock to where he bottomed out against my cervix.

I panted and then sucked in a great big breath when more of that cold gel was pressed against my asshole with the tip of his finger or his thumb.

“Oh, goddamn,” I uttered because surprisingly? Surprisingly, that feltgood.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You like that?” He moved his cock intentionally then, and I felt my pussy clench around him keeping him there nice and deep as I bit my bottom lip and a guttural sound of almost protest left my chest. Protest at the thought that when he’d moved, he was going to pull out. I didn’t want that. I wanted him there, deep in my cunt. I loved the feel of his thick cock opening me up, filling me, stretching my walls and driving me wild.

I thrust back against him for another delicious shock of almost pain traveling like electricity along every nerve in this pulsing shockwave out from my middle to strike at the inside of my skin and while it felt good, so very good, it wasn’t quite enough to be mind blowing. It wasn’t quite enough to send it washing back to my core along the same path, it was like I neededmorebut I didn’t know what more was…

“Mm, more!” I begged, and he asked playfully, tantalizingly, “More?”

“More!” I managed to eke out.

He asked, “More like this?” He thrust forward, gripping my hip and pulling me back on one side to where I cried out again and clenched around him.

“Or more like this?” he asked and his warm finger was gone and a cold, smooth piece of metal pressed at my asshole and I mean pressed, just starting to breech the opening. I hissed out, and he backed off before starting again, going just a little further with it this time.

“Oh my God!” I cried and cringed away from the slight burning sensation in my asshole.

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