Page 56 of The Bourbon Bride

Awe laces her words as she tentatively reaches toward me, one finger gently stroking my shaft and making it jump.

“You’re huge, Hayes.”

While her words puff my ego, I know there’s hesitance in them.

“We’ll fit, I promise. Your body is made for mine. We’ll go slow.”

Her eyes roll up to look at me again and I’m lost to the image of her on her knees like this.

“Can I taste you?”

I tip my head back and groan. “God, yes.”

Her pink tongue darts out as her lips part and she eagerly licks at the pre-cum beading on the head.

I groan and force myself to stay still instead of gripping the base of my shaft and directing my cock between her lips. The warmth of her mouth and feel of her lips as she slowly slides the tip of the head in nearly brings me to my knees.

Her lips naturally close below the head and she swallows, the suction forcing my legs to shake. When she lets my dick pop from her lips, a trail of pre-cum still connecting us, I gently haul her up off her knees.

“That feels too fucking good to let you play for too long.”

I pull her against me, my cock pressing between us.

“I want to eat your sweet little pussy until you’re screaming. Do you want my mouth on you?”

She nods as a blush tints her cheeks from my filthy words. “I want you so bad I’m dripping.”

I scrape my lip with my teeth and groan at her words.

“That’s just what I want, baby.”

I walk her backward until the bed hits her legs and she sits. I place my palm between her perfect tits and gently push her until she’s flat on the bed.

“Open your legs for me.” The words are soft but commanding.

She does it, and if she’s read my unspoken directions, her hand glides down slowly to swirl the tip of her finger in her own wetness. Her inner thighs are glistening with her need, and I’m not a man who will refuse this woman what she wants. I kneel in front of her and say a silent prayer that I can maintain the slow and deliberate movements without losing my control. I press a fingertip against her center, her greedy pussy instantly drawing me in. I use the wetness to part her lips, painting everywhere I want to lick, then follow with my tongue.

“Oh, God.” She sighs as my tongue breaches her opening and I coat my mouth with her.

The taste is exquisite, once again sweet and mild, the perfect combination to get me high on her. I press my finger into her dark heat and am rewarded with a moan as her muscles clench around me.

“More.”

Fuck.I withdraw and return with two fingers, her body lubing the way and not resisting this time. I pump my fingers slowly as her hips begin to rock against my hand. I trace my tongue through her lips, nipping and sucking before I return to her clit. I keep a steady rhythm going with my fingers and tongue and within minutes she’s shaking, her body tensing and ready to make that leap into the pleasure that’s building.

“I want you to come for me,” I command. My mouth drops back against her and I suck her clit with precision focus.

“Yes, Hayes!” She clenches the duvet in her fists as her hips buck against me and her pussy squeezes my fingers. Warmth floods down my hand as I stroke her.

“That’s my good girl,” I soothe, my fingers gently massaging the inside of her.

Her head thrashes from side to side. “I need you, all of you, please. I want you inside of me.”

“Damn, baby.”

I pull my fingers out and stand. I gather her in my arms and kiss her flushed cheeks, her ruby lips and murmur into her hair.

“If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.”

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