Page 109 of Wildest Dreams

“You okay?” and she nods, the sadness still threatening to take over in her pretty blue eyes. I go to speak again but she shakes her head from side to side and presses her finger over my lips.

“No more talking,” she nods at me, “I need you Tripp.”

My cock hardens, throbbing in my cotton shorts.

She slowly stands and saunters her way to my bedroom, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the side unit as she does and I give myself just a second, because I am scared if I go in there right now, I'll cum in three seconds.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

DIXIE

Iswig from the whiskey bottle and ignore the burn. I shouldn't really be drinking, but I'll pump and dump before bed like I did the other night when me and Tripp drunk whiskey. The warmth settles my anxiety and guilt, and I need to come clean. I will. Just not tonight. Tonight I want Tripp to make me forget everything.

My cheeks flame at my vulnerability back in the kitchen, telling him just some of the stuff that Clay said to me, and I have no idea why I told him. Maybe it was my own insecurities shining through and mixed with the guilt I already felt, something had to give.

I take another mouthful and wince at the bitter taste. My eyes lift to the door when I see Tripp there.

“Fuck,” he rasps, “I can't wait to be out of this damn cast,” he rolls towards me, and I smirk.

“And why is that Mr Rivera?” I tease.

“Because Ineedto fuck you.”

“Is my fucking you not good enough?” I pout, crossing my legs in front of me as I stand, one hand on hip.

“Oh baby, you're fucking is top tier...” he smirks, “but the way Iwantto fuck you... well,” he winks and my insides alight with desire, my pussy practically dripping and needy for him.

“You forgot your hat...” he tuts and my stomach flips.

“Oops,” I roll my lips as a smile spreads across my face.

“Go get it baby,” his throat bobs and I place the bottle on the bedside unit and do as I am told, scarpering away and grabbing my cowboy hat from the stand in the hallway. Walking back into the room, the trim of the cowboy hat between my fingertips.

My eyes devour Tripp laying on his bed, ripped body on show, cotton shorts hanging around his waist.

“How did you get there?” I sigh, a little annoyed that he moved himself.

“Magic,” he winks and I laugh softly.

“Idiot,” I kneel on the bed, reaching for the whiskey before swinging my leg over his body and sitting over his lap. “Thirsty?” I ask as I hold the whiskey bottle up, he shakes his head as I take a mouthful.

“The only whiskey I want to be tasting is off your lips, your tongue...” he trails off just as I lean down and cover his lips with mine, our tongues dancing and the taste of whiskey still evident on my tastebuds. He moans into my mouth, his hand clasping my face and his cock rubs over my clit.

Rolling my hips over him, I smirk as our teeth clash.

“Don't be a tease Dixie,” he whispers, rocking my satin covered pussy over his thick cock.

“I don't tease Tripp,” my tongue dips back into his mouth and his fingers knead my hips.

“I beg to differ baby,” he whispers as I slowly sit up, wriggling my needy pussy over him.

He wraps his fingers around the bottle neck of the whiskey, but I snatch it back, tilting it and his eyes widen as I let it drip onto his stomach, filling his belly button.

“Dixie,” his shrill laugh fills the room as I lean down and run my tongue over his body, lapping up every ounce of spilt whiskey before I dip my tongue and clean him.

Pushing up, I can feel wetness pooling in my satin shorts.

“I am so wet for you Tripp,” I breathe, becoming a little brazen as the whiskey makes my cheeks flame red.

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