Page 53 of Forever Finds Us
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her hips now grinding thin air.
Two more. I wasn’t sure I could last.
“How ’bout a little reward then?”
“Please!”
I thought a tease would give me a moment to compose myself so I didn’t explode in my jeans before I’d even finished spanking her, but when my hands gripped her thighs below the leather, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself coming. The restraints had been padded on the inside, so they weren’t pinching her, but the pressure left red lines on her soft, pale skin, and I’d never seen anything sexier.
I crouched behind her and spread her legs wider. I’d brought the whiskey into her bedroom, and it sat next my boot on the floor, so I lifted the open bottle slowly, watching the glowing liquid reflect the light from the streetlight outside as it shined in Roxanne’s window.
When I tipped the bottle over her lush ass and a fat drop dripped onto her skin, she gasped softly.
The whiskey sloshed against the sides of the glass, tinkling and flowing out of the mouth of the bottle as I poured out more, and it ran between her ass cheeks and dripped down her pussy, mixing and spicing her cum, and when I licked the liquid from her ass cheek with the pointed tip of my tongue and dragged it to her clit, sucking my new favorite cocktail from her skin, her whole body writhed on the bed. She began to quiver, need shaking her down to a cellular level.
I wanted to shove my tongue inside her, get drunk on her, and drown in her jealousy and insecurity. I wanted to eat her out and take all that doubt inside me so she’d never feel it again, because what I’d told her was true.
She was the only woman I wanted. The only woman I could remember ever wanting so badly that my soul ached for her.
But no. She needed to earn my tongue.
Retreating, I sat back on my heels again, taking her taste with me. The whiskey sweetened it, and my eyes rolled closed when the rich taste hit the back of my throat, and I licked the sloppy wetness from my lips like an animal licking blood off his muzzle after a kill.
I felt like an animal, like a wolf, and she was my Little Red Riding Hood.
I thought if I breathed her in one more time, I might die of euphoria. She was so wet, cum seeped out of her pussy, trying to tempt me to fuck her.
I would. I’d fuck her hard enough to mark her insides, but not yet.
“That’s two lies, Roxanne,” I whispered, my voice tight and barely discernible as want raged through my body and the alcohol began to bloom in my gut.
She nodded, so I smacked her ass again, this time immediately rubbing the sting away with the hot palm of my hand, while with my other, I reached inside my jeans and fisted my cock.
My zipper was loud when I lowered it, and Roxanne gasped at the sound. I pushed the jeans down, and my dick sprang free and stood up straight against my stomach, my punching breaths making it bounce and dance.
I wanted her to feel the hardness I planned to ram inside her, so I stood and pressed my cock against her swollen lips, letting it slip between them and rub her tight, pink asshole.
The grunt that came from the depths of her lungs made me insane. It raised the hair at the nape of my neck, and my cock swelled and jerked against her.
Picturing breaking into that hole made me shake with desire, but not tonight.
Tonight, I wanted something else from her.
“One more, good girl. Can you take it?”
She moaned and turned her head into her comforter as I grabbed her hip and held on, clutching her skin and loving feeling it between my fingers.
“Tell me yes,” I commanded.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her voice low, rasping and pleading. Fucking perfect. “Please.”
Her whole body quaked with anticipation, and I lifted my other hand high in the air, then let it fall fast. I slapped her wet pussy, and the contact cracked in the air around us, the rush of slick from inside her thick and heady as it mingled with the whiskey and coated my hand, and she called out my name.
“Three lies,” I breathed, both my hands now gripping her hips, but I bent and lifted the whiskey again. Slowly, I pushed the neck of the bottle inside her.
She gasped, “What?” and looked over her shoulder at me, but the restraints kept her from turning as much as she wanted to.
When she realized what I’d done, she eased back onto the cold glass bottle, her body accepting it easily. She tried to fuck it, but I pulled it out after two pumps of her hips, and I lifted it to my lips.
