Page 52 of Whiskey and Regret
“Ask for what you want or you won’t get anything,” I told her.
“You seriously wouldn’t fuck me even after all that just because I won’t ask for it?” Her arms were folded defiantly. I didn’t care. I was down for the chase. I lived for the fucking chase. I hadn’t had a woman worthy of chasing in so long, Xari made me feel alive again.
“I’ll beat my dick while you watch and you won’t get a damn thing. So ask.”
Her cheeks flushed in response while she eyed my dick print. Hesitation lingered in her eyes then she said, “How do I know your dick is even worth it? What if it’s trash?” She skimmed her manicured nails along my jawline and left lightning lingering in her wake.
“Trash?” I laughed at her assumption.
“I’ve pretty much wanted to fuck you since I first met you, Evander but I haven’t for good reason. You look like you have darling dick and I need someone to fuck my brain loose. Not to romance me and call me darling.”
Anger surged through my veins and mixed with the whiskey. It was either a bad combination or the perfect storm. I was over Xari’s bullshit assumptions of me. She needed to get to know me on a different level…and she was about to.
I pressed her against the wall near the candles and wrapped my hand around her throat while I looked into her eyes. “Is that what the fuck you think about me?” Her head thudded against the wall as she stared at me with wide eyes. “You don’t know what kind of fucking savage I am in bed. You literally have no clue, so why the fuck would you assume?” My grip stiffened around her dainty throat and she raised her hands to my fingers, letting them rest lightly on mine.
She didn’t want to pull my hand away but I saw the red washing over her face. It was such a pretty color. Her lips popped open, swollen, and plump from both our kiss and the way I was cutting off her air supply. Her tight body squirmed beneath me, brushing against my dick every time.
“Speak, Xari.” I loosened my grip enough for her to gasp for air. Her brown eyes were wet and her chest heaved, sucking down oxygen. I thought she would slap me. Curse me out. Call me a bastard.
Instead, she smiled.
“I think…I was wrong,” she creaked out. Her voice was dry and hoarse.
“You were what? I can’t hear you, Miss Lucas.” I nudged her thighs apart and pushed my hand under her short skirt to cup her pussy. I immediately brushed against something hard where her clit was. A sharp zing of electricity tore through me.
She had a fucking clit ring.
She was so goddamn hot.
“I said I think,” she corrected. Sass peppered every word.
“Oh, you were very fucking wrong and I want to make you sing it from this pretty little mouth.” I slid my thumb over her bottom lip, wiping it through the red lipstick.
“It’s not only pretty. It’s really fucking nasty too.”
“Good. I know something that will fit perfectly in that beautiful, nasty mouth.” I massaged her clit through her silky panties and her hips rolled in response. “I still need to hear you say you were wrong about me.”
“I can’t. I don’t know for sure if I was wrong yet.” The flames around us seemed to jump to life along with my frustration and amusement.
“Time to find out.” I was tired of talking to her. That’s all we did. We danced around each other with our words and we got so close to touching and kissing that my fingertips were blackened with soot from trying to catch her fire. “You on birth control?” I asked, spinning her around to face the wall.
“Of course.”
“Good girl.” I slapped her ass then hiked her black and white skirt up around her waist. I knew I would make time to play with Xari at my leisure but right now, my body couldn’t take too much more temptation. I needed to fuck the life out of her. I needed to soak myself with her.
“Evander…” She tried to say something but I shut her up with my teeth on her neck.
“You’re done talking, Xari. Right now, you’re going to be my dirty little slut.” I nipped at her earlobe, enough to draw a whine. I worked her wet panties down her legs and made her step out of them one foot at a time.
“You know I’m not easy to control, right? I scratch and bite.”
“You’ll fucking crawl and beg too.” I balled the fabric up in my palm and pressed it to her lips. “Open.” Xari pressed her lips together and grunted in protest. I used my free hand to grip the back of her neck until her mouth popped open with a gasp then I forced the panties inside. “Stop acting like you don’t want this. We both want this.” I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. The sexy way her ass wiggled against me let me know she wanted it too even though she was being stubborn.
I liked a little fighting with my fucking sometimes.
My dick sprang out of my pants, thick, heavy, and eager to get inside of her. I teased her sopping wet pussy with my fingers, groaning at the slickness.
“You were so ready for this dick. Fucking tease.” I eased one finger inside then another. I wanted to stretch her with one more finger. I needed her ready for my cock and I knew it would take her some getting used to. Her tight cunt would only accept two fingers though. Stubborn. Just like her.
