Page 67 of Bourbon and Proof

She’s going to pay for that.I close my eyes, breathe in and out slowly, trying to remain calm. When I blink my eyes open, I watch as she tries her hardest to bite back a laugh.

“Are you done?” I ask, licking my bottom lip. The bourbon’s still wet and lingering.

Her lips slowly tip into a smile as her blue eyes stay locked on mine, challenging me. As always. “Not even close,” she says with all the attitude she’s got.

“Good,” I growl. And I tell her exactly what she’s going to do. “Now, clean it up.”

We’ve barely explored each other, but every inch of my skin is buzzing. It’s like a switch has been flipped, and now we get to play.

She doesn’t hesitate or ask what I mean; she merely closes the small gap that’s left between us, puts her hands on my hips, and lowers her body until she’s looking up at me, eye-level to my very turned-on and hard dick. She sticks out her tongue and licks a path from the waist of my pants up my abdomen, swiping through the center of my chest and straight to my neck. As if it’s the best blend of bourbon she’s ever tried, she hums deeply, then licks up my neck again, not ready to be finished. My body is so heated that I nearly pant at the way she’s taking my direction like thegood fucking girlI know she can be.

A groan escapes my lips as she draws a line across my throat and up to my chin, ending the slow, wet path just below the curve of my lip.

She exhales and breathily asks, “How’s that?” It’s a question eager for praise. Her pretty blue eyes are wide and curious formore of whatever that just was, like she isn’t used to a dominant partner.

“You can do better.”

She looks down the front of me and moves her slick lips across my neck and along my pulse, her tongue caressing the same path on the way back.

She pulls her lips away, just enough to whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

I asked her not to call me that, but now I crave hearing it. Something about the way she practically moans those two words has every muscle in my body pulling taut. My fingers flex. My mouth waters. My cock is so hard that its slit fucking weeps with an eagerness to fill her.

As her tongue teases my lips, it unravels the very last thread of my control. I wrap one hand around the back of her neck and the other around her waist, pulling her against me as my mouth collides with hers. Her legs wrap and lock around my waist without effort as her fingers delve into my hair. The small sounds that she makes are like fuel for me. I hold her so tightly, trying to erase every inch between our bodies as our lips press and play, tongues dancing together to savor the guttural need to consume the other. Anything less wouldn’t be enough. When her teeth nip my lips, wanting more, I happily oblige.

I move us back toward the bar until her ass is perched on the edge, her legs staying wrapped around me as we take our time to really feel the other. The collision and heat burn lower and slower as I work my mouth along hers. “Feels so good, kissing you,” I say between breaths.

She hums against me, her lips tilting into a smile. I can’t help but run one hand along her side, palming the curve of her tit, my thumb rubbing her hard nipple. She lets out a soft gasp at the touch, and I peer back to take her in. Even fully clothed, it turns her on. Watching my hand move over her in ways I’ve only everfantasized about is dizzying. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her.

Pulling me closer, she licks at my lips. “It’ll feel even better fucking me.”

“I know it will, sugar. But not before I taste what I’ve been craving.” I lift her higher to sit on the bar, and she lets out a laugh. Leaning back on her hands, with her arms braced behind her, I tuck my fingers into the waistband and roll the painted-on black pants down her legs and tug them clean off. When I see exactly what’s waiting for me, I barely hold back a groan as I toss them aside. “Where’re your panties, Hadley?”

She smiles at me, biting the puffy bottom lip I just finished sucking on. “Why do you care? You would have just taken them off anyway.”

I reach forward, and with my thumb, I swipe it up and down, parting the lips of her pussy, spreading her wetness from cunt to clit.

Her mouth parts as her neck tilts back and she audibly exhales, “Oh fuck, Ace?—”

“I care, because I need to know if my wife’s pretty pussy is all wrapped up in white lace or black spandex,” I say, moving my thumb slowly to tease her. “I think a husband should know how many layers stand between him and his wife.” Circling around her clit, I slide my thumb between the lips of her slick pussy. “Just like I need to know that the next time you’re serving a drink in this spot, you’ll think about what I’m doing right now. I bet you’ll soak whatever you’re wearing. And then come home to show me.”

Grabbing the bottle of bourbon off the bar, I stick it in my mouth, tucking the pourer between my teeth to pull it off. I take a step back and sit on the bar chair behind me, a front row to my wife’s spread legs. With my thumb coated in her arousal, I circle it around the rim of the bottle.

“Show me the rest of you,” I demand as I take a pull from the bottle. A bottle that retails for more than it should, simply based on the fact that it took its time. Aged in a barrel for nearly a decade, a proof that heightened, working over the sugars from the wood when it swelled in the warm summers. But now, mingling with the taste of her, it has me savoring it in a way I never have before. I groan and unbuckle my belt as I watch her tease the tank top up her waist.

“Stop,” I demand. The bottom of the white ribbed cotton stops, still covering her pebbled nipples, but reveals the swelled skin of her tits below.Fuck, why is that so hot?

She stops moving, her arms dropping back to the bar top just as she raises her legs, bending her knees and spreading herself wider. Her pussy glistens for me.

“Is it your turn?” she teases.

I take another pull from the bottle and raise my hips, pushing my pants just past my ass and reaching into my black boxer briefs to pull out my already leaking dick. Swiping at the slit, I spread my arousal around the head and then grip myself tight.

“That all for me?” she asks as she bites on her thumb. Fuck, she’s even better than I imagined. Submissive and playful, sexy and mouthwatering.

“You know it is,” I growl as I slowly rock my wrist up and down.

She tries holding back a smile, like there would be any other answer. “Can I?” Her eyes meet mine, as if she’s nervous. As if I would deny her anything.

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