Page 87 of Bourbon and Proof

“Watch what he’s doing,” Ace says against my ear.

I open my eyes and watch as the man lifts the spreader bar, forcing the woman’s legs high and wide just as his mouth drags from her asshole up. He spits on her pussy, and then pushes the flap of his pants down just enough to take out his dick and slap it against what he just made wet. At the same time, Ace’s fingers retreat, and he taps at the hood of my clit again. It stings as he does it twice more, and it’s taking sheer force of will to keep an orgasm at the edges of my body.

“You’re doing so well for me, wife. Are you ready to come yet?”

I swallow. As much as I want to, the torture and edging of this is too good to be done with just yet. “No,” I breathe out. “Are you?”

He huffs a laugh as he shifts his legs wider. Two fingers fuck into me, but this time, his thumb presses onto my clit. The angle and the pressure are downright criminal. “More like ready to fuck you.”

I let out a small whine.I’m feral for this man.“Tell me how,” I basically beg. I watch the woman in red writhe in front of me with legs high and wide. The man sinks into her and stays there. One fast thrust, and he’s to the hilt. She wants more, her thighs shaking at the stretch of him, and I feel it too as Ace tilts his hand, his fingers filling me wider and never stopping their delicious teasing.

“I think I’d like to see your mouth filled. Ease my cock into your throat,” he whispers along my skin as his fingers against my neck ease their pressure. “Would you like that, swallowing me down? Taking everything I spill?” He lets out a small, humming laugh as another whine escapes me. “I think you would.”

His fingers disappear, then slap my pussy again—one, two, three times.I moan and try to keep from giving in to the tingling sensation that’s started to build behind my knees and up my back. “Please,” I quietly beg once again. I have no shame about being so needy. Or for publicly bearing part of my body, or for garishly panting as I watch, feel, and want.

“No,” he says as his hand from my throat moves down the length of me. His legs move even wider, opening me farther and rubbing his hard dick between us. One hand plays with my clit, while the other rubs along the edges of my pussy lips, not giving me what I want. “Now press the button.”

The screaming moan from the woman in red steals my attention. She comes so hard that her whole body shakes, but the dominant man doesn’t wait for her to finish. Instead, he uses the spreader bar, turning it over, and with it, her body follows. With her legs still spread, he pulls her to the edge of the surface, and then sinks into her again. He fucks her at a punishing pace as he holds her arms behind her. It’s filthy and aggressive, but not nearly as enticing as the man holding me by my fucking pussy.

“Press the button, Hadley,” he growls. I look to my left and see the framed “press for service” button and do what I’m told. I slap at it twice just as Ace sits up, taking me with him. Sitting higher and out of sorts, I blink slowly, pussy tingling, with my dress hiked to my waist. He takes his glass of bourbon and presses it to my mouth. With my eyes locked on his, I take a sip. Moments later, the host comes to us, and Ace loops his arm across my lap as I still sit perched against his straining dick. Without breaking eye contact with me, he says, “I want everybody out.”

My lips tilt up at the request. And not only that, but at the dominant tone in his voice. Of course, Atticus Foxx would be so bold as to demand the show stop and the place be vacated.

“Sir?” the host asks, not expecting it.

But it’s me who breaks eye contact when I look at the host and say, “You heard him. Everybody out.”

The host opens his mouth, but instead of saying anything in response, he simply nods and exits the way he came.

Ace smirks at me like he’s proud. Fuck, do I like making this man proud of me.Kink unlocked.I sit on his lap sideways, eyes back on his, when he says, “I want a taste.”

It’s not science to know exactly what he means, so I widen my legs, swipe two fingers along my soaked center, and then swipe them along his lips. As I pull back, he grabs my wrist, holding my hand in place to suck off the arousal he just played from me.

Around us, the room is uneasy with people moving. The couple in front of us both moan one more time before silence settles. Ace grabs the bottle of bourbon by its neck and takes a sip. Once he swallows, he says, “On your knees, now. Let me see exactly how brilliant that mouth is when it’s choking on me.”

I let out the tiniest sound, like I can’t help myself with a request like that. When have I ever been so eager to suck a man off? Arrogance billows off of him as he watches me unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“I do thinkyoulook so much better on your knees, Daddy,” I say in a sassy tone.

He takes another pull from the bottle of bourbon, his gaze never leaving me as I take out his cock.

“Is that so?” he asks, just as I grip and lick from balls to tip. “Eyes up here when you’re tasting me, sugar,” he says as I rock my wrist along the length of him. “I think you need your mouth nice and full to keep from making those bratty little comebacks.”

It’s exactly what I want—to submit to him, but not without a little verbal foreplay first. The sound he makes as I run my tongue along his length has me clenching my thighs as my knees dig into the floor. I do it again before I answer his request and take his beautifully fat cock all the way past my tongue and down my throat. It’s not my first rodeo, so I breathe through my nose and swallow. Then I do it again, with a moan this time.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

A groan escapes him as I do it yet again, dragging my hands up his thighs, even though I want nothing more than to touch myself. I know if I do, I’ll come. This room, what we’ve briefly watched, his words and direction have left me edged and ready.

His fingers glide along my jaw and dive into my hair as he rises to stand. “Open your mouth.”

With his cock still between my lips, I open as best as I can.

He leans over, pulling my hair to tip my head back, and then holds his bottle of bourbon above his cock and my mouth. “No more talking back to me, sugar. You’re going to swallow everything I give you now. Don’t let it spill. I want all of it down that pretty throat of yours.”

As the first splash of bourbon hits his hard cock, and then drips down toward the tip and spills into my mouth, I work my throat to swallow both his cock and his bourbon at the same time. It’s messy and warm, the taste of his arousal as it leaks from him and the heat of the bourbon.

“So fucking hot,” he grits out, and then tilts his head back and releases the sexiest moaning sound. I swallow again and wait for more of whatever he wants to give to me.

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