Page 56 of Whiskey and Regret
“I’ve wanted this pussy on my face for a long time,” he said before working his magical tongue. He spread my lips apart and latched onto my clit. My eyes snapped shut and my back arched.
“Oh my god,” I whined, rolling my hips, grinding my wetness against him. This was not Senator Freeman beneath my pussy.
This was a wolf.
Hungry. Feral. Predatory.
There were no pleasantries with the wolf. He wanted to eat and so he feasted. Licking, sucking, slurping…devouring my pussy. It was too intense. I was going to go blind from how hard my eyes were squeezed shut. The pressure in my head was going to decapitate me if I didn’t open my eyes and breathe.
There was no room for breathing or seeing. Not when Evander was growling into my pussy and eating it like he’d been fasting for weeks. There were only movements and shudders.
I forced myself to open my eyes and inhale. When I did, a sharp gasp shattered the melody of him consuming me. Tears leaked from my eyes and an orgasm rolled through my body like thick waves of honey straight from the comb.
“Evander!” I shouted to the ceiling. To the night sky. To the heavens. To whatever deity would hear my cries.
I tried to lift up to get a reprieve from his wicked mouth but he pulled me down against his face. His strong fingertips dug into my hips forcing me to sit on his tongue while he licked me from my clit to my sore entrance.
He was everywhere at once. He sucked on my lips, pulled my wet clit into his mouth, and teased my piercing before licking my sensitive bundle of nerves until I quaked on top of him.
“Yes! Oh god!” I shouted, tossing my head back. I unraveled on top of him, grinding, moaning, and calling for the Lord. Sweat rolled down my temples, misting my brow and cheeks. I was wild and needy. I wanted to feel him inside of me again.
I needed his dick. I wanted to split in two from the way he pounded me. I knew he wanted me to beg but the fiery defiant side of me wouldn’t. The side of me being sucked and eaten wanted to give in immediately. I was a woman at war but it was the most delicious war.
“Mmm, Evander,” I whined. I was so close to asking for what I wanted. What I needed. Another orgasm smacked into me hard and fast. That one was quiet but it stole the strength from my legs. It made my arms feel like noodles. I tried to scramble away again but he pulled me back.
“Please!” I squeaked out.
“Please what?” He pressed kisses to my pussy then drew loops with his tongue.
I was going to explode if I had another one of those orgasms. They were too much to handle. Too big and rich to consume at once.
“Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.” He kissed and lapped at me until he was satisfied then he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. I flopped over to the side, my legs and arms were useless. Then my eyes looked down and saw his dick. It was so fucking beautiful. I needed it inside of me again.
Shit, did all of that fit inside of me?
I reached out and stroked it. It was warm and velvety against my fingers. I gripped it and marveled at how thick he was. My fingers barely wrapped around his impressive girth. I studied the veins and bit my bottom lip while I stared unashamedly. That man was perfection.
“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this dick, Xari.” He nudged my useless legs apart then settled his solid, muscle-laden body on top of me. The dick in question pressed into me, begging to be let in. I was still sore from when we fucked downstairs but I wanted more. I was hooked.
“Since I saw you in sweats and a t-shirt,” I told him. He paused and stared down at me. His eyes were beautiful and intense, drilling a hole through me. I knew if he drilled too deep, something would spill out. I didn’t know what it would be so I worked to keep my guard in place.
“Why?” He asked, his voice still hard and smoky.
“Because your mask was off. You were sexy. You were real.” He leaned down and kissed me. I pressed my hands to the side of his face and deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue and nibbling on his full lips. I wanted all of him.
He guided his cock inside of me and we both shared a long moan. His strokes were deliberate and hard. “Fuck,” I whined, pressing my heels into his ass. “I was wrong,” I babbled. “Your dick is amazing, Evander.”
“I know.” He leaned down and bit my bottom lip. I reached up and bit his back. He growled but I saw a hint of a smile in his whiskey eyes. It made him fuck me harder.
“I was supposed to ride your dick, remember?” I found my words after a few long strokes that touched somewhere deep in my soul. I couldn’t let that shit continue. I knew better. When men fucked you that deep, they hit the crazy button. I didn’t want to be crazy over Evander.
“Bossy ass,” he muttered.
“I’m still your nasty slut though. Let me show you.” He laid on his back and I mounted his cock. I eased down but it was hard getting him to fit at that angle.
“Take that dick, Xari. You wanted to get on top. You better ride.” He slapped my ass and I eased down further on him.
His big hands slid up and down my body, his skin was the perfect roughness against my soft silk. It pushed me to bounce faster while balancing on the balls of my feet.
