Page 77 of Bourbon and Proof

That’s all it takes.

Hadley exhales harshly, her body tremoring, neck arching back, and like a wound-up fuck toy, she cries out as she douses me. Coming so hard that her pussy squirts and makes a fucking mess of us. I couldn’t care less. Smirking, I kneel up and tap the head of my cock along her clit, knowing she’s extra sensitive. She lets out the cutest whimper.

“You okay, sugar?”

Opening her eyes, in a daze, she drags her fingers along her mouth. “I’m more than okay. I want to do that again.”

“Mind if I fuck you first?” I say, still petting her swollen pussy with the head of my dick.

“Still not sure how this fits, but yeah, let me see you slide inside, Daddy.”

Fuck. I nudge myself into her cunt and watch on eagerly as she stretches for me. Slow and soaking wet, her pussy acceptsevery fucking inch without pause. My eyes flick to hers, making sure she’s alright. “Good?”

She smiles, nodding eagerly. “Exquisite.”

I move over her and settle close to her chest, kissing her lips and letting my tongue dance with hers briefly. I lose all sense of where my mouth goes from there as I roll my hips into her deeply. Pulling back, my teeth graze along her chin, and she moans as I thrust a little deeper. It’s exactly what I need to let go and take her how I need to. There’s been too much time spent wanting this, and adrenaline still courses through me from earlier. Her legs wrap around me as I pull her higher onto the couch so she’s propped up and for me to gain better leverage to fuck her hard and punishingly, only to do it all over again.

Dragging my hands up her center, I swipe at the sweat that drips between her tits. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” I breathe out.

“Show me,” she says, her hands gripping onto my shoulders. “Fill me up.”

My hips move at the same pace, only deeper, bottoming out and hitting her where I can feel her orgasm building. Every muscle in her legs holds tight until they’re shaking, her breath hitching as she starts to whisper, “Oh god. Oh god. Tell me I can. Oh god, please, please, please.”

Jesus Christ, she was waiting for me to tell her to come. My good fucking wife doesn’t even need the direction. She asks for what I crave without even realizing it. I roll into her with three more powerful thrusts that have her whimpering and tell her, “Come for me, Hadley.”

And she does. Her pussy grips me just as she screams. It’s enough to make my vision blur, and the pressure that had been building finally releases as I come inside her, filling her with every pulse and thrust. I can barely catch my breath as my orgasm works its way through me, her fingers somewhere in thebackground, gliding along my skin as I rest my forehead against her chest. Opening my eyes, I rub the cum that’s started to leak out between us around us both.

“You’re so fucking filthy, Foxx,” she says through a hazy giggle.

I smile at her and swipe it up her stomach and around her nipples. “Now you are too.”

When I start to pull my hand back, she grabs my wrist and guides the cum-soaked fingers to her lips and sucks. As she drags them out, I’m speechless. “Tastes like sugar, Daddy.”

I nearly come again just at her words and the sight of this perfect fucking woman.

When I finally let my cum drip out of her, I shift us both, draping her body on top of mine. The fucked-up part of me wants to hold her here and allow us both to linger in the mess we’ve made.

I trail my fingers up and down the center of her back, along the curve of her spine and down to her beautifully curved ass. “Will you go somewhere with me?”

She hums, and then props herself up on her elbows on top of my chest. That’s when I notice her boots are still on. “If it’s a place to go and have a lot of sex, then that’s a rhetorical question.” Studying my face, she draws her fingers around my jaw and up toward my hairline. It feels so good; I can’t help but shut my eyes and enjoy every second of it.

“I have some friends that I want you to meet.”

“Ace, are you already trying to introduce a swing couple? I mean, I’m not against it, but it feels kind of fast?—”

I pinch her side and laugh with her. “I don’t share, sugar. Sounds hot in theory, but I can barely handle the idea of you fucking around with other people before me.”

“Ace, I’m a thirty-five-year-old woman who’s always leaned into her sexuality. Be thrilled that I’ve figured out the thingsI like. And the fact that I’ve just realized there hasn’t been a single person I’ve ever had before you who’s satisfied me as completely.”

Warmth blankets me at the admission and how I feel exactly the same. How it feels to have her this way—the ease of it, the way I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of her. The way she’s looking at me.

“What I was saying is that I have friends in Colorado who I’d like to go see. They’ve turned their small tourist town into a tourist hot spot, even beyond the mountain sports attractions. I’d like to show it to you. See if you think it might be something we can do here.”

“We?” she asks while grabbing the packet of Pop Rocks from the side table. I can’t help but smile that she didn’t ask where they came from, just saw them there and dove in. She shakes out some onto her tongue. The sound and smell of cherry is too good not to sample.

I run my thumb along the center of her neck. “Yes. You and me.” Moving my fingers around the nape of her neck, I bring her lips to mine. The way this woman kisses me feels like I never understood the power of lips and tongues. I feel it everywhere when she slows it down and the popping rocks tingle. The taste of too-sweet cherry mingling with the taste of us is too good.

She smiles against my lips and pulls back to sprinkle more in her mouth. “When do we leave?”

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