Page 47 of Whiskey Promises
"Fuck no." I push forward, the head of my cock slowly breaching her entrance.
"You are such a jerk!" she moans, but she doesn't try to stop me. We both know that's because she isn't really pissed. She doesn't want me wearing a condom. She wants me just like this—bare, raw, playing with fire. She wants to burn just as badly as I do.
I grind my thumb against her clit, watching the way she stretches around me as my cock slowly disappears inside her. Listening to the way she moans and whimpers. She's burning hot around me and so fucking tight it hurts and doesn't hurt nearly enough.
"Jesus, princess," I grit out. "You feel so fucking good."
"I know," she whimpers. "God, Jareth. I'm so full."
Precum spills from my cock and I groan. "You gotta stop talking or this will be over before I'm even inside you all the way."
Apparently, that's the wrong thing to say because it only eggs her on.
"You mean you don't want to hear how big you feel inside me? Or how much I love the way you're stretching me right now?"
"Fuck," I growl, bucking my hips.
She throws her head back, moaning as another inch disappears inside her. "So damn good."
I lean down over her, claiming her mouth in a hot kiss to keep her from talking. That mouth of hers is a deadly weapon, every word from it a missile aimed at my self-control. And the little minx knows it. She fucking loves it.
I work myself inside her slowly, so slowly I'm sweating by the time my hips come to rest against hers. But if she feels any pain, she doesn't show it. She takes every inch like a champion, moaning the whole time.
I still pause for a moment to give her time to adjust. To give myself time to get it together. It's impossible though. She's wiggling beneath me, panting my name against my lips.
"Jareth, please."
"Please what?"
"Move!" she cries.
I stop fighting it and give us what we both want, pulling back until my cock damn near slips from her hot little body before I surge forward again. Our moans bleed together.
"You aren't locking your door tonight," I growl, pumping my hips again. "I'll take it off the fucking hinges to get inside you again."
She claws down my back, her inner muscles already clenching and fluttering around my cock. I lean back, drawing one leg up over my shoulder. The change in position opens her up to me, allowing me to go deeper.
I keep my eyes glued to her as I fuck her, bottoming out with every thrust. My thumb works her clit, desperate to get her there before I fall the fuck apart inside her. She feels too damn good.
"Harder," she begs, pulling my hair.
That plea snaps the rest of my control, leaving it in tatters around me. My free hand digs into her hip, holding her still, as I snap my hips forward in a hard thrust, driving into her.
"Like this, baby? Is this how you need me to fuck you?"
"Yes!" she shouts.
I do it again and then again, pounding into her in one relentless strike after another. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass plays a counterpoint to her moans, driving me higher.
I drag her nipple between my teeth, biting and sucking.
She shatters around me with a soft cry of ecstasy, her pussy locking down around me.
"That's it, princess," I growl. "Keep coming on me just like that."
She does. Christ, her orgasm goes on and on as I fuck into her, ruthlessly dragging her right back to the edge before she even has time to catch her breath. She tumbles over with a startled cry, her nails embedded in my shoulder blades.
I choke on her name, burying my face in her throat as my balls give up the fight. I come hard, rope after rope of cum pouring into her. I plant myself deep, rocking my hips…hoping like hell it's enough to get her pregnant. To tie her to me in this way, too.
