Page 39 of Whiskey's Redemption

Grasping my hand, pulling me back towards her, “Oh no you don’t. You’re not leaving me here like this. I’ll go grab Jai if you do.”

What the fuck? “Who the hell is Jai?”

“Jai is my pink vibrator. You met him once before, Crown.” Pushing her ass skyward, she leans along the concrete wall, touching herself, tempting my resolve. “I’m clean and on the pill. If you’re clean, too, we’re going into war, soldier.” Rubbing her sensitive bud, she says, “Unless you’d like to watch me get off on my own?”

Fuck. “You have no idea how much I’d love that. But I want my dick so deep in you, that you can tell me which ball is bigger.”

“Bring it on, Jamieson,” she taunts, humming out my name as she touches herself. I know her end is nearing. Even though I love watching this, I’m afraid that running off for a condom means I’ll miss the best parts. It took a million years to get her here, and I’m not fucking it up now. I’m clean, and if she is, we’re doing this.

Stepping up to her, I shift her hands to the wall and hold them in place, rubbing my cock along her sex. “Hold on, love,” I warn, positioning my cock.

Slipping past her entrance, slowly, I slide in, giving her body time to adjust. Her tightness almost has me coming undone within seconds. “Jesus!” I yell out. I’ve never ridden bareback, and the feeling is completely unexpected.

She’s screaming her joy and I’m grunting. I can’t believe how our bodies fit like a puzzle. Arching my hips forward, pulling back and continuing the beat, I hold Carli’s hands in my own. Craning her neck back, leaning on my chest, I dip toward her. Covering her mouth with mine, our tongues tangle, breathing for each other, hitching air as we try to gather sanity in this moment. The feel of her body is exquisite. She matches me move for move as we sweat in the midday sun. Pistoning into her, Carli’s body grips me tightly. I’ve never felt this. I’ve never had sex without coverage. Could I do it with anyone else? No.

Pulling back slightly, I slam forward, bottoming out. “Jamieson!” Carli calls out, roaring toward her release.

Letting her hands go, gripping her hips, I ride the tightening of her body as she falls apart, pushing her orgasm to the fore. Nothing compares. Carli squeals and mewls as her body rides the high, bringing me to my own end. As my balls stiffen to the point of pain, I let go. Releasing inside her soft body, she crests again at the same moment with another tight grip on my body as she screams through another orgasm.

Riding that new wave of bliss, reaching around, Carli grips my ass to pull us closer, like it’s possible. With aftershocks hitting us, I don’t want to leave her body, and her nails tight in the globes of my ass almost make it impossible. Leaning to the side, holding her tight to my body, I look down.

In a mass of sweaty bodies, I flop us down into the nearest chaise lounge in our path. “I stand corrected,” she states as I tuck her in tight to my chest.

“And that is on what, love?”

Trailing her hand up and down my arm, she traces the tattoo lines. “I thought your little wooden toy couldn’t get the job done, if you remember.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah. You thought it was little. Slightly surprised now, love?”

“You’re a grower, and yes, I’m impressed.”

“Well, what do you say to a shower before we eat then, Ms. Katana? I believe you still owe me a reason for running home.”

“Just when I thought my womanly wiles would deter you.”

No way. I’m not letting her off the hook. “Not happening, lady.” Pulling her in tight against my body again, I lift us off the chair. Yeah, I could pull out, but I’m loving her heat. I don’t want to let it go just yet.

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