Page 81 of Westin

“Tilt back,” I say. “Wider for me.”

She opens her mouth as far as she can and pushes her tongue all the way out. My mind goes right back to that day in her kitchen, when she took my cum in her mouth and showed it to me on her tongue.

Fuck, she’s so perfect.

I shoot the whiskey and bend over, letting it stream from my mouth to hers. There’s a common theme here. From my lips to my love’s, our tastes mingling. Apples, whiskey, anything else.

I just want her to taste me, to know I’m stained in and on her body.

She swallows, whiskey dripping down her chin. I let it slip lower until it’s between her breasts. Then, I lick it off and sink my teeth into the side of her neck until she moans and her hips writhe.

I tear my mouth from her skin. “Did that make you wet, you slut?” I breathe.

She moans, shaking. Her nails bite into her thighs.

“Get on the floor, on your knees.”

I step back and start unbuttoning my shirt. She scrambles up and sinks to the floor by the bed, sitting back on her heels. Those dark eyes follow my every move as I unfasten my belt and strip naked. Her breasts heave, her gaze dragging over my body.

I take her by the jaw and force her lips apart. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t resist me. I grip my cock at the base and push the head into her soft, hot mouth. Then, carefully, I let the whiskey flow down my stomach. It gathers in the ridge down the center of my abs, down over my groin, and follows the curve of my cock until it spills into her mouth. Her throat bobs as she drinks it down.

I give her a little more.

She swallows like a good slut. The excess spills from her lips and down the valley between her breasts.

My head goes blank. I pick her up with one arm and flip her back onto the bed. Her thighs fall open, and I kneel between them. Her eyes flash as I lift the bottle over her belly and pour it into the little dip of her navel. Her gasp turns to a moan. I set the bottle aside and lap the whiskey from her belly. kissing her, nipping her soft skin, drinking from her body.

This isn’t enough. I’m fucking selfish; I want everything.

My mouth lowers until it finds what it wants—her soft, drenched cunt.

She moans, and her hips lift. It takes me a second to realize she’s coming. Then I taste it as wetness spatters my chin and stains mybed. Pleasure rips through her in waves, shaking her and leaving her weak when it goes.

Those pretty eyes are dreamy, fixed on the ceiling.

She’s slipping into submission until she’s sweet, until she’s free of any burdens. That’s where I find her, limp beneath my body. I pull her up against the pillows and shove her thigh up, hooking it over my elbow.

She shakes as the head of my cock slips into her cunt. A tear etches from beneath her lashes.

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

Our bodies shudder together, and my mouth grazes her forehead, like kissing an ember. My hips sink close, and we’re fused, both breathless. Then, I drag my length from her body. Wait a beat. And slam inside.

The bed hits the wall. She cries out, her eyes flying open. Her hand comes up and plants on my chest.

“What the fuck,” she gasps.

I nip her breast. “What? Did you really think I’d given you everything?”

“I did,” she whimpers.

I flip her over, cradling her with my hand on her lower stomach. She cries out, nails tearing at my quilt as I guide my cock into her pussy. She stretches, scratching at the headboard, writhing in my grip as she tries to get away.

But she doesn’t safeword me.

I grip her braid, wrapping it in my fist. Her head yanks back and her spine arches beautifully, giving me more space inside her cunt. I steady her hipbone against my forearm and slip my fingers between her legs. Her clit is swollen. She’s so wet, it runs down my wrist.

“You’re my whore,” I pant. “You’ve always been my whore, from the fucking first moment I met you.”

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