Page 36 of The Bourbon Bride

“Fucking hell, Paige,” I growl.

I move back up and lower my face to her perfectly groomed pussy glistening with need. I’ve been holding back, trying not to scare her, but there’s something about the way she parted her legs that breaks my resolve. The primal need to coat my face in her slickness drags my mouth straight to her center. Her squeak of surprise at the ferocious way I eat her pussy is quickly replaced by loud moans when my fingers play her clit in harmony with my tongue lapping at her sweet and tangy taste and fucking her opening.

“Oh my God,” she cries, her hips lifting until I press them back down with a heavy forearm.

I slowly slide one thick finger into her tight opening, my tongue circling her clit as she gasps. I gently drag the pad of my finger along the front of her pussy, settling into a rhythm that turns the gasps into pleasurable sounds. Her arousal drips down my hand and I use it to gently add a second fingertip to her opening. Her body protests, my fingers held snugly in place.

“Relax, baby. Stop pushing me out,” I coax, my fingertips gently motioning inside her.

“I’m trying. It’s just a lot.”

“If you want my cock in you, you’ll need to be able to take at least a few fingers now.” Her pussy grips, then slowly releases my fingers as more juice escapes her. I dip my head and lap it up, moving my tongue between my fingers and back up to her clit as she relaxes and allows my fingers to slide in with ease.

“I’m so full,” she gasps. “It’s so tight.”

I close my eyes at the best goddamn words I’ve ever heard and smile.

“Just wait.”

I work my fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm as I continue to kiss, lick, and suck at her clit. I can feel her body growing close, her tight pussy trying to strangle my fingers as her hips roll under me. I push my fingers in to the last knuckle and suck her clit hard when it finally hits.

“Holy Jesus, sweet tea and vodka!” she screams, jacking up off the bed as an orgasm grips her. Her hands latch onto my head as she falls back against the duvet in the thrall of her pleasure, her body rolling out the final waves until she’s panting and everything goes limp.

I wait until her pussy stops pulsing to pull my fingers out of her. She jumps with the motion and I smile, loving every reaction she has to me. I scoop her naked, completely relaxed body into my arms and move to the pillows where I hold her tightly to my chest.

“How are you so fucking amazing?” I ask quietly, my lips pressing each word into her hair as a kiss.

She wiggles in my arms until her head is on my shoulder and she can kiss my neck.

“You stole my line, minus the F-bomb.”

I laugh, the sound deep and loud in the quiet bedroom. I stop when her leg hooks over my hip, pulling my still-hard dick right into her tight center and stretching the ability of my slacks to restrain the monster that wants to pound inside of her.

“Careful, angel. I’m real close to that threshold of not being able to stop when I want.”

Her hands reach between us and she unhooks my belt.

“Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

I shut my eyes and groan, because all I want is to push the restrictive fabric off my dick and plunge inside of her. I breathe heavily trying to remember why I shouldn’t as she works on the button and zipper, her hands sending electric currents up my spine each time her fingers touch my cock. She moves her leg off my hip to sit up and tries to push my pants down, but she only manages a few inches because of how I’m lying.

I take her hand in mine, and though it goes against every instinct to get naked and fuck her stupid, I make her stop.

“Baby, you’re going to be my undoing.” I sit up and pull her into my lap. “How about we slow down? It’s Friday night. I want to take you out. Let’s get some dinner and have a little fun.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and leans back to look into my face.

“Aren’t you”—she pauses and looks down at the still evident bulge of my dick that’s not on board with my plan—“unsatisfied?”

I smile. “Did you like me touching you?”

She nods quickly.

“Then I’m plenty satisfied.”

“Won’t you, like, explode or something?”

I laugh and kiss her nose. “Let me handle that in the shower. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch since I know you like to. My little voyeur,” I tease.

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