Page 54 of Whiskey and Regret
“You okay?” I asked, pulling my underwear and pants up. She nodded, trying to compose herself. “You sure? You look shook.” I wiped a drop of cum from her chin and rubbed it along her swollen lips. “Look at that pretty fucking girl.”
“Dammit, you taste good.” She licked her bottom lip letting fire smolder in her brown eyes. I held my fingers to my nose and inhaled.
“So do you.” I stroked the top of her head and sighed. “Stand up, Xari.” I took in her appearance. Her skirt was shoved up on her hips and her shirt was twisted around her body. I narrowed my gaze on her smeared red lips and spiky wet lashes. God, she was a work of art.
“I want you naked in my bed by the time I get up there.”
“And I’m supposed to listen to you now?” There she was. The bossy brat I’d come to know. I walked over to the couch and gathered my laptop and glass of whiskey.
“Yeah. You are.”
“And why is that, Evander? Because you fucked me? So you own me?” Her fiery words made me chuckle. It pissed her off even more. Scarlet settled on the tops of her cheeks and I wondered how mad I could make her before her dimples deepened.
“No. I could never own you.” I let the silence roll between us before continuing. “But I’ve been inside of you. I whet your appetite with my dick, and you want more. You won’t get more if you don’t listen. I have high expectations in the bedroom, Xari. I’m not Senator Freeman when I’m fucking your tight pussy.” My voice dropped lower and I watched her throat flex. My eyes fell to the panties hanging from the tips of her fingers.
“What if the dick was trash? What if I hated it?” Defiance twinkled in her eyes.
“It wasn’t trash. I’m incapable of trash dick. This dick is immaculate. This dick is a fine-tuned piece of machinery. I only gave you a preview because I had to feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my dick. I haven’t even put you where you belong yet.”
“Where I belong? And where is that?” She lifted her perfectly arched brow at me, trying to hide the fact that she was turned on again. I knew how she smelled now though. There was no mistaking her pussy in the air. It smelled like tulips growing from the earth.
“You belong on the tip of my tongue. Now, go upstairs and wait in my bed, Miss Lucas.” She hated to concede but she knew I was right. I intrigued her. I made her want more and she damn sure did the same thing to me.
I watched her switch those hips up the steps and shook my head. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
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THIRTEEN
Okay, ten minutes seemed like a long time to grab shit and come upstairs. I looked at the clock and cursed myself for leaving my phone downstairs beside Sunshine.
Why the fuck was I so hell-bent on listening to Evander anyway?
Because he fucked the shit out of you surrounded by candle flames in front of your harp, Xari.
Classifying Evander as darling dick was the grossest miscalculation I’d ever made in my twenty years of life. Up until fifteen minutes ago, I had a streak for being able to pick out lukewarm dick. It was like a radar.
After the complete switch and change Evander did, I was questioning my streak. That man was nowhere close to darling dick.
He had Satan dick.
He had the type of dick that may or may not have brought tears to my eyes. It made me drop to my knees and swallow his cum without a second thought. That man was blessed in every way humanly possible.
How had I misjudged him so severely?
It’s like he read my disgusting playbook and tore all the pages out. The scary part was, I knew he was only getting started. Well, it was equally scary and fascinating.
I wanted to be his dirty slut. I wanted him to make me beg for his dick. I wanted him to mark me up and leave me full and satiated.
Footsteps headed down the hallway and I tried to look normal, lying across his bed in nothing but the skin I was born in. My thighs thumped the closer his distinct footfalls came to the bedroom.
I was a junky. I’d broken into a light sweat waiting to see him in the doorway. He definitely had devil dick. It already had me acting fucking stupid.
My eyes fixed on the empty doorway for a few long seconds before Evander appeared, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand, his laptop tucked under his arm, and my phone in his other hand.
“I blew out your candles,” he said.
“Oh, thank you.” My voice was starting to turn hoarse. Probably from the throat-burning screams that got trapped behind the panties Evander shoved in my mouth. “Should I shower or…”
