Page 57 of The Bourbon Bride

I move her to the pillows and pull out a drawer on the nightstand to retrieve a condom. She rolls her head to watch me rip the foil open, pinch the tip, and roll it down my straining cock.

I climb onto the bed and pause. “We have to go slow, especially at first. Try to relax, even when it hurts,” I coax, my fingers playing in her slick heat as her hips roll against my hand.

“God, I need you so bad. I’m ready. I want you, now. Please, Hayes.”

She’s growing more demanding, her passion stoking the fire in her that cries out her desires.

I fit myself between her legs, dragging my cock up to her clit and back down to notch the head against her opening. She presses against me, impatient with need, and gasps as the tip slides in and stretches her tight pussy where I meet resistance.

“Breathe,” I say, both to her and for myself because I nearly pass out with the delicious tug her body is putting on me to bury myself to the hilt.

I circle her clit with a finger softly, giving her more than just my dick stretching her.

“It’s so big.”

She closes her eyes tightly and I can feel her forcing her body to relax around me. When the pressure eases, I pull out a little and push farther in, feeling her membrane snap and the way clear. I freeze, watching the surprise and bite of pain pass over her face, waiting for her to tell me to stop. She takes a few deep breaths and nods, her hands pulling at my shoulders, forcing me closer. I repeat the motions, giving her a little more of me with each exquisitely slow plunge inside of her body and she’s responding. Her breaths are less strained, more pleasurable gasps as the resistance fades and she grows accustomed to my size.

“That feels so good,” she moans, shivering with the pleasure from my fingers on her clit and the feel of us together. She hooks a leg around my hips and pulls me toward her with a force I hadn’t anticipated.

I press all the way inside until our bodies are flush, my fingers circling her clit, and she cries out in ecstasy. An orgasm cracks her open, her muscles squeezing me tight in rhythmic waves. I drop to my elbows over her, my eyes screwed up tightly, and take in measured breaths to keep from losing it right along with her.

I feel her lips against my face as her arms wrap around my neck and open my eyes to see her pull back with a lazy smile.

“I want that again. More of you.”

A feral need to possess her, to mark her as mine, rears up in me and I answer it. I lift off her and pump my hips, my movements more forceful, faster, full of heat and desire. She gasps and tips her head back, her round tits bouncing with each thrust that rocks her whole body. I strum her clit, then press and circle as I roll my hips with hers. Her fingernails dig into my back where she grips me fiercely, the pain blending into the pleasure deliciously. She’s meeting me with every thrust, her hips rising and pulling back in a desperate need to meet my intensity and soothe her own demons.

“It’s right there, oh God. Hayes!”

“Fuck, Paige!” I answer. Her body pulses and clenches around me. I manage one, then two more strokes before I roar, straining against her, and coming as her pussy throbs in time with my cock. Our ragged breaths ease slowly as I drop to cover her body with mine. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent and imprinting this moment on my brain for the rest of my life.

“That was amazing,” she gushes.

Her arms lazily wrap around my shoulders and hold me close to her body.

“It’s you who’s amazing, angel.”

I bury my face against her neck again and inhale slowly. She shivers at my exhale and sighs, the sound soothing every last nerve in my body.

twenty-one

The Atlanta Haute List

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Atlanta just welcomed a new liquor darling with the public launch of billionaire Hayes Olsen’s newest business acquisition, Underworld Spirits. The black-tie affair was filled with the movers and shakers of the South, including all three of the enviable and delicious Olsen brothers.

Our favorite brothers looked every inch the billionaires they are with all eyes on them throughout the party. Payton was without a date, so we middle-brother lovers can rejoice that he’s still on the eligible bachelor list. Youngest brother Zander was seen with model Svetlana Konstantina, but we know not to attach their names quite yet. The adventurous Z-man moves through models faster than we can type the gossip.

Hayes was seen once again with new love interest, and recent society darling, Paige Fairchild on his arm. The two make the perfect pairing of wealth and elegance and seem to be madly infatuated with each other, if not more, given their very public displays of a hot burning affection. While we at the Atlanta Haute List wish them the very best, we can’t help but wonder if it will last. Hayes has been notoriously private about his love life but has been linked to a few women over the years who seem to have all been fleeting affairs. Will the young Fairchild be the woman to turn the bachelor around? Hit Like and Subscribe for all the Haute Gossip as we continue to follow the pretty new couple and all things haute in Atlanta.

twenty-two

Paige

Iwakeupwrappedin Hayes’s arms, his sleeping form covering me completely in a safe and secure wonderland of carnal bliss. My body aches, but in a luscious way I’ve never known. I smile, knowing it’s the echo of Hayes making love to me resonating through my body hours later. Despite the ache, I want him again. He’s awakened a hunger in me, and the only way to feed it is by joining our bodies again.

I can feel his hard length pressed thick and warm against my backside and it stokes the need to be filled by him again. I gently sway my hips against him, my bottom sliding against his… I feel a blush creep up my cheeks and I hate the bit of innocence that lingers. I am a woman who has been with a man, and I am capable of using dirty words.

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