Page 54 of Forever Finds Us
“More, please, sir,” she begged as I deep throated the bottle, and she moaned when I wrapped my lips around the neck and sucked her cum off of it, then tipped my head back and let the rush of alcohol mix with her juice in my mouth.
I drank deeply while I filled her pussy with my cock in one thrust, taking her hard as I swallowed.
“Yes!” she shouted, and she clutched the bedcovers tight beside her thighs, pressing her ass back and flush against my skin.
The bottle slipped from my hand and landed on the floor with a thud. I leaned over her, my hips like hinges allowing me to fuck into her in a fast rhythm, and I slipped my still wet fingers beneath her mouth. “Suck.”
She ate at my fingers like they were made of pure sugar, rolling her tongue over them, and then sucking them like they were my cock, in and out. In and out.
“Fuck, Roxanne.”
“Mm,” she hummed, satisfaction pumping through her. She knew she’d pleased me, and she loved it.
Cum had loaded at the base of my dick. It pulsed and throbbed inside her and I wanted to release so fucking bad, my whole body ached and begged me for it.
But I needed to make her come first.
She’d already primed my fingers, so I pulled my hand away from her mouth and slid it beneath her hip pressed hard to the bed as I pounded into her from behind, and those wet fingers found her clit.
They sought the hot little button like heat-seeking missiles, and when they found it and pressed and rubbed it, she contracted around my cock painfully. Her body swallowed mine, milked me, and a burning rush began at the base of my spine.
“You’re mine, Roxanne.” I grunted, “Mine.”
Leaning lower, I bit the curve of her neck like the goddamn wolf again, claiming her just like she wanted, and she shattered apart beneath me.
I slowed my hips. If I wasn’t careful, I’d spill inside her, but I wasn’t done with her.
Not even close.
Pulling out, my cock slapped against her ass, smearing the mess we’d made together over her warm, reddened skin, and she moaned and sagged into the bed, but I slipped my arms beneath hers and tugged her against my body.
Stepping out of the tangle I’d left our legs in, I turned her, flipped her over like a rag doll, and let her fall back to the bed on her back.
Her legs bracketed mine when I stood between them at the end of the bed, and she rubbed her bare feet on the outsides of my jeans, trying to work them lower, her eyes fixed firmly on my dick, still as hard as her broken iron headboard, and still wet from her cum and the faint sheen of whiskey that lingered.
She wanted more, but I had one last tease left to give her, and one more gift I needed her to grant me first.
Chapter Twenty
Roxanne
“Come in my mouth,” Brand ordered, kneeling on the floor, his head between my legs and his tongue wild and working quickly in fast, fluttering strokes over my clit as he doused me in more whiskey.
The liquid soaked my comforter, probably my mattress too, but I didn’t care, and it cooled my hot skin as it evaporated, heightening the sensation of his tongue lashing my pussy.
My bent and open legs shook, heels digging into the mattress, my body trying to find purchase wherever it could because my wrists were still bound to the outsides of my thighs.
I tried so hard to pull my arms free from the restraints. I wanted to touch him, to smash his head harder against my body so I could steal the pressure I needed to come again, but he wouldn’t allow it.
Pushing two fingers inside me, he pumped them again and again, dragging them in and out, the rough calluses on his hands the perfect texture to make me lose my mind.
He moaned as he sucked at my body, and I thrust my hips up and down against his face because it was the only movement he allowed me to make.
And when he curved those fingers deep inside, the tips kneading something that tingled and buzzed from his touch, my body released into his mouth, and the bizarre squirting thing happened again.
I barely had a chance to wrap my head around it before Brand licked it, lapped it up with his tongue, and drank it down, like that naughty rush of liquid was his prize, the ultimate goal he’d been working for.
Sexy boots and jeans still on, he kicked and pawed at them, trying to wiggle them off. He was frantic, his control so far gone, he was almost a different man, but I didn’t mind. Wild Brand was so turned on by me that he could barely catch his breath.
