Page 17 of Smooth As Whiskey

I did it again.

And again.

And again.

It felt so good that I didn’t want this to end, but when I moved my hips just right, her pussy clamped down on my cock, and that was all I felt.

That was all my dick needed to feel.

Because her warm essence flowed around my cock, and I was shooting off inside of her.

We were both breathing heavily, trying to draw air into our lungs.

My arms were shaking from where I was holding her up, and my knees were shaking.

But even through all of that, I still carefully lowered her to her feet.

She didn’t move once her feet were solidly underneath her.

I smirked, “You alright?”

She nodded, then smiled, “Yeah, umm, can we do that again, but on a bed this time?”

I winked, “Give me five.”

And then, I repeated the moves on her body well throughout the night.

There wasn’t a place on her body my hands and mouth didn’t touch.

But Sutton wasn’t the type of woman to do all the work.

Oh no. After we had caught our breath, she then proceeded to kiss the bruises that had already formed on my body, moving down until she reached my cock.

And when she wrapped her lips around the head, I closed my eyes and knew I wouldn’t hesitate to kill again for this woman.

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I wasn’t sure how early it was, but I was still wired and could go another round. But I allowed Sutton to do something I’ve yet to let anyone do.

Fall asleep in my bed.

But it wasn’t the sex we’d had all fucking night long that had me wired.

No... it was the whispered words I heard just as she fell into a cat nap.

“I love you, Irish.”

Fuck. Me.

Chapter 4

Sutton

I pressed my hands to my cheeks, hoping that they weren’t flaming red after the positions Irish had put me in well into the early morning hours.

Dawn was kissing the sky as I walked down the steps from his room and headed into the kitchen to help with breakfast.

But first, I needed substance. Therefore, I headed to the fridge, not making eye contact with the women already in the room.

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