Page 88 of Whiskey Neat

“Yes.” I nod. “Yes, Salem.”

He fucks me with his fingers, leaning forward between my legs to lick my cock or bite my thigh, and after only a minute or two, this isn’t enough either.

“I need your cock.”

“Fuck,” Salem whispers, but his voice is shaky. “Okay.”

I whimper as he pulls his fingers out, but I don’t have to wait long. He lubes his cock, ensuring the condom is in place, then pushes into me. He feels thicker than I expected, and the stretch is fucking heaven. His eyelids flutter and his entire body tenses.

“You okay?”

He nods. “Trying not to blow my load way too early. You feel incredible.”

“Tight?”

“Oh fuck. Yeah. So tight.”

“Look at me.”

Salem snaps his eyes open.

“I’ve been practicing for you. Fucking myself with my fingers every morning, pretending it was you.”

“Indy…”

“I wanted to be so good for you. Am I good for you, sweet thing?”

“You’re so damn perfect.”

“Good.” I drag my hand down his chest. “Then fuck me, babe. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”

He blows out a breath. “Stop talking to me like that. I can’t take it.”

I chuckle, pinching his hip. “I want you to fucking own me right now.”

Salem nods, gripping my knees and slowly rocking his hips. The more he moves, the more I loosen up, and he pushes in deeper with each thrust. I grip his forearms, lifting up enough to watch him slide in and out of my hole. His brow is creased with exertion, his perfectly styled hair falling into his face as sweat beads form on his chest.

“God, you’re sexy,” I moan. “And beautiful. So damn beautiful.”

“Indy,” he huffs. “I can’t hold back.”

“Don’t. Give me everything you’ve got.”

THIRTY

SALEM

I’m fucking Indy Hart. Me.

There are so many thoughts racing through my mind right now that I’m dizzy.

Indy’s words are pushing me close to the edge, but his body, his tight ass clenching around me is like nothing I’ve experienced before. It’s bliss. It’s more than that. There are no words my brain can find to describe how incredible this is.

Once he gives me permission to let loose, I slam into him, and it’s like something has possessed me. My hips snap, and with every thrust, Indy squeezes my cock from the inside. I won’t last much longer, but honestly I’m shocked I made it past two thrusts.

Indy manages to pull himself upright enough to grip the back of my neck. Our mouths collide, and when he moans, my cock jerks violently.

When the kiss breaks, Indy holds my gaze. I didn’t know it was possible for the man to be any hotter, but with his hair messy and his face wrecked, he’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

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