Page 40 of Whiskey's Redemption

Carli

Oh. My. Fucking. God!

To the God of all vibrators, I solemnly swear, Jai, you’re being shelved. But I’ll be charging it every few hours after I leave Jamieson’s arms.

Circe was right. Fucking Crown’s. Sex on sticks. Sex with police batons.

And he’s still hard!

And still inside of me.

I don’t want to let it end either, because when I leave his hotel room, the dream is over. Reality awaits on the other side of the wood.

Maybe I can stay here indefinitely? I’m sure I’ll find a way to smuggle my sisters out of Japan.

Fuck, who am I kidding? There’s nothing I can do. Our fate is set, and Jamieson’s awesome cock can’t change that.

Walking us in, still wrapped in each other’s embrace, I’m impressed with Jamieson’s ability to carry me on his cock. Bringing us to the monster walk-in shower, he finally sets me down. Groaning at the lack of fullness and the ultra cool air of the room, Jamieson starts the water.

With his body behind me still, Jamieson tilts one of the shower heads toward him. Wetting his hair, running his hands through his beard, I watch, fascinated. He’s beautiful, and now that there’s more of him for my mind to catalogue for future reference, I love how it feels.

Running my hands around his torso, gripping his ass, Jamieson laughs. “Carli,” he says into my hair, pushing his fingers through the length, tugging slightly.

“You know, I hate people touching my hair.”

“Uh-huh.” He kisses the top of my head again, wrapping the strands further into his grip. “And no one calls me Jamieson, Carli.” Turning my head, he uses my hair to steer me toward him.

Looking into the depths of those eyes, I see so much more than I expected. I’m not the girl that melts into a guy’s embrace, or swoons at every curve and smile, but Jamieson? The power in that dark gaze, the volume spoken without words, is heated and electric. Tipping up on my toes, wrapping my hand into his hair, I pull Jamieson down. His lips are soft, his beard—something I’ve never gone for before—is trimmed and well cared for. Tangling our tongues, I taste remnants of myself on him, but I don’t care. Breaking away, leaving sweet pecks on my cheek and forehead, I ask as mirth clouds his features. “What?”

Looking down, he wiggles his eyebrows as he begins stroking my still sensitive sex. “I think you’re due for another ride, madam.”

“Well, how can I argue that logic?” I laugh, enjoying that he’s ready to go again.

Lifting me, he rests me against the wall before slowly lowering me. Inch by inch, filling me up, his cock stretches, warms, and causes tingles on every wall within me. My mind empties as his length shifts back and forth.

He has to grind out the words through clenched teeth as his body pushes deep inside me. “Carli, if I could live inside you.”

“It’d be hard for you to snowboard with me riding your cock all day.”

“You’re Mother Theresa, Carli.” He pushes deeper. “How magnanimous of you.”

“That’s me,” I say, panting words between thrusts. “A true giver.”

I’ve never moaned out a name, and growling out his name to me, sounds like a total porno star move, but man, does it feel right cooing it out.

Wrapping his hand tighter in my hair, elongating my neck, Jamieson takes the advantage he’s created. Bending slightly, he takes a nipple into his mouth. I squeal at the sudden sucking, pulling, and pinching with his teeth as he enjoys each tight bud. My core reacts, my buds raise in excitement, and I relish every sensation it pulls from me. Jamieson is a master of my body, and I can’t find anything bad about how he sets every nerve alight.

As his thrusts quicken again and his sucking strengthens, I crest closer to the end once more. Releasing my nipple fast, he raises his eyes to mine. “Hold on, lady.”

Holding me tight against him, he drives into me like a man on a mission. A mission to see how much I can handle. Thankfully, my back isn’t positioned on the wall as Jamieson gives me all he has. With my orgasm rising fast, it breaks quicker than the last did. Screaming out, my body tightens around his cock, pushing him toward his own end.

“Oh my God, Carli!” Jamieson howls as he pushes harder and harder, until his body is spent once more.

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