Page 41 of Whiskey and Wildfire

“Is this okay?” he murmured, his voice rough and hungry.

“God, yes,” I breathed, barely able to speak.

He began to stroke us together, his calloused palm creating delicious friction. I clutched at his broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through me. Dakota’s lips found mine again in a searing kiss that stole my breath away once more.

Our hips rocked together in a primal rhythm, chasing the building pleasure. Dakota’s free hand slid down to cup my ass, pulling me even closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the musky scent of his skin.

“Kota,” I said at last, pushing him away. “I… I want to try something else.”

He stared down at me, the intensity in his gaze filling me with need. “Anything,” he whispered.

I reached to the side, pulling open my bedside table drawer. Grabbing the bottle of lube, I tossed it down beside him.

“Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me.”

Dakota’s eyes widened slightly, but the hunger in them only intensified. He nodded slowly, reaching for the bottle of lube. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice deeper than ever.

I nodded emphatically. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I need it.”

He captured my lips in another deep kiss as he popped open the cap. I heard the slick sound of him coating his fingers. Then his hand was between my legs, one finger circling my entrance teasingly.

I gasped against his mouth as he slowly pushed that finger inside me. The sensation was strange at first, but not unpleasant. Dakota moved carefully, giving me time to adjust before addinga second finger. He moved them in and out gently, stretching me.

“Relax,” he murmured, peppering kisses along my jaw. “I’ve got you.”

I forced myself to take a deep breath, willing my body to relax around him.

As I relaxed, Dakota’s fingers slid deeper, curling slightly. Suddenly, a jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me cry out.

“There we go,” Dakota murmured, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He continued to work that spot, drawing more gasps and moans from me. My cock was so hard it was almost painful and pre-cum was leaking down my shaft. Now and then he’d dip his head down, licking it clean with a satisfied groan.

By the time he added a third finger, I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more. “Please, Kota,” I panted. “I’m ready. I need you.”

He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me feeling achingly empty. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he slicked himself up with more lube. Then he was positioning himself between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

Dakota paused, his eyes meeting mine once more. “You sure about this?” he asked softly.

I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist. Reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck, I leaned upward until our lips were pressed together once more. “Please fuck me,” I whispered.

Dakota’s eyes darkened with desire at my words. He captured my lips in a searing kiss as he slowly pushed forward, breaching me for the first time. I gasped against his mouth at the stretch and fullness. He looked big to begin with, but from this side it felt like even more. Dakota stilled, letting me adjust to the sensation.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I nodded, unable to form words. The initial discomfort was fading, replaced by a deep ache of pleasure. I rocked my hips slightly, urging him on. I needed all of him.

Taking the hint, Dakota began to move. He started with shallow thrusts, gradually going deeper as my body relaxed around him. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me as the thick head of his cock bounced over my prostate. I clung to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I moaned into his ear.

“God, you feel amazing,” Dakota groaned, his hips picking up speed.

I could only whimper in response, lost in the sensations flooding through me. Dakota’s powerful body moved above me, driving into me with increasing urgency. He was so thick that no matter which way he moved, he struck all my most sensitive places. Even in the heat of the moment I sword I could feel that thick vein on the top side of his shaft pulsing inside me, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through my body. His lips found my neck again, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin there. Every touch felt like wildfire, and I wanted him to consume me, mind, body, and soul.

Arching up into him once more, I met his thrusts, adding my own movement to the mix. The friction of his abs against my cock was exquisite torture, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Dakota seemed to sense this, his hand sliding between us to wrap around my length, using my slick pre-cum as lube.

“Cum for me,” he growled in my ear, his voice rough.

It was all too much - the fullness of him inside me, his hand on my cock, his hot breath on my neck. With a cry of ecstasy, I came undone. My body clenched around him as wavesof pleasure crashed over me, cum spilling over his fist. But he didn’t stop stroking me or fucking me. In fact, he went harder.

However, it wasn’t long before Dakota groaned, his rhythm faltering as my sudden tension drove him to the edge. Dakota’s thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own release. I clung to him, still riding the waves of my own orgasm, overwhelmed by the sensations. With a final, deep thrust, Dakota buried himself inside me, his body going rigid. I felt the hot pulse of his release deep within me as he came with a low, guttural moan.

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