Page 68 of Steel

“Maybe you aren’t the only one who enjoys a challenge.” I tip my chin up.

“We’re about to find out.” Jameson grips my jaw. “Open.”

He taps his thumb on my lips, and I part them. The moment I do, he hooks his thumb over my teeth, holding my jaw wide as he lifts the whiskey and dribbles it over my lip, spilling a shot into my mouth. It coats my tongue and drips down my chin.

“Swallow.” But he doesn’t move his thumb, so I have to close my lips around it, sucking as I swallow the alcohol down.

My head swims as I take a breath.

“Good girl.”

He brings the bottle to his lips next, taking a drink. But instead of swallowing, he holds my mouth open and leans down, feeding me the shot straight from his lips. He presses his mouth to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth as I swallow the whiskey down.

Claiming me.

Consuming me.

Jameson’s chest rumbles with a low growl, and his fingers lace into the back of my hair, deepening the kiss. Whiskey coats my throat—our lips. It drips down my chin and over my breasts, and when he pulls back, I’m lightheaded.

“Your mouth is so pretty when it’s pleasing me.” Jameson sets the whiskey down on the dresser and reaches for his zipper. “Let’s see what else it can do.”

He pulls his cock out, stroking from base to tip. “Put your pretty lips around my cock, and thank me for forgiving you for your family’s sins.”

I muster all my confidence, wanting to be everything he sees in me and more. Wanting to play into this fantasy so I can spend a night outside of my head. At his mercy. Used and pleased at his discretion.

Tomorrow, we can go back into battle. But right now, this is just us lifting the weight.

He grips his cock, and I know there’s no way I’ll be able to take him down my throat. The sheer size of him makes me wonder how much I’ll be able to take in general. But as he pumps slowly up and down his length, I want to take him in every way.

Jameson angles my chin up and taps my mouth. “Open.”

I do as I’m told, and the second my lips part, he shoves his thumb into my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue. With every stroke, I stick it out farther, seeking his touch.

Jameson strokes himself, stepping closer, squeezing his cock to pull a bead of cum from the tip. He watches it drip onto my tongue, but he refuses to release my jaw so I can swallow it down.

“What is this needy tongue of yours begging for, Tempe? A shot of whiskey or my cum?” He smears another drip of cum over my lips. “Or maybe both?”

I can’t answer him with how he’s holding my jaw, but I wanteverything.

“You think you know me, wildfire. But you have no idea who you’re dealing with. No idea the things I’ve wanted to do to you. You really should have thought twice before giving me permission.”

He pulls my mouth open wider.

“You should have known better than to make yourself my plaything.”

Pulling his thumb out, he replaces it with the head of his cock, and I wrap my lips around him. But when I try to take him deeper, he grabs the back of my hair and holds me in place.

“Don’t be so greedy.Play with it.”

I do as I’m told, closing my lips over the head of his cock and swirling my tongue around the tip. Teasing him. And I can’t figure out why he won’t let me take him deeper.

Jameson stands over me, and I stare up into his eyes. His body tenses with every swirl of my tongue. Every flick gives me a reaction, and I crave them all.

Flattening my tongue, I rub it over the leaking slit, tasting him mixed with the whiskey. And when my lips suction as I swallow, a growl vibrates his chest, so I do it again.

But before I can do more, he pulls my hair, tugging me off him.

“I wasn’t done.”

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