Page 34 of Whiskey Darling
Chapter Thirteen
Flynn
When Allie swallows,my hips jerk forward without conscious intent. I nearly come. Without warning. Without buildup. Without any stroking or movement other than her throat involuntarily closing around me in reaction to the light spank I delivered to her ass.
I won’t let it be over so quickly. Gritting my teeth, I gather my wits. My fingers tighten even more.
Allie moans with approval. Her tongue flattens, covering more of my shaft. With deliberate slowness, she begins moving. Her head is angled perfectly, accommodating the up and down slide of her mouth. My body tightens, on the cusp of explosion.
We’ve barely begun, and I want to mark this woman as mine for all eternity.
I cannot stop her. It feels too good. Especially when Allie’s small hand clutches my thigh, fingernails digging into the flesh. Her moans, the whimpers as she struggles to swallow my cock, fighting to breathe, it all thrills me. I’m going straight to hell for enjoying the way she chokes when I bump too far down the back of her throat. Those gagging noises shoot lightning bolts of ecstasy through every cell of my body.
Resting my hand on her hips, I squeeze before moving to the roundness of her gorgeous bottom again. She’s smooth, incredibly soft, the skin here so pale compared with the rest of her. The faint impression of my hand where I struck her marks the creamy flesh, a pink bloom that ratchets up my breathing.
I lightly slap her buttocks again, once on each side, and damned if she doesn’t roll her hips. Inviting me to do more. Humming with anxious pleasure around my aching shaft.
If I don’t stop now, I’ll explode.
Groaning, I pop free of her warm mouth.
“Did I do it wrong?” she asks, head tipped back, wide-eyed at my abruptness. “You didn’t like it?”
“Baby, if I liked it any more, this would be over before it starts.” Reaching for her forearms, I lift so she is draped along my body. “You are perfect, Darling. But I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”
I suck her bottom lip before biting it. Allie whimpers with delight, kissing me back with desperate intent.
When I reach for a condom in the bedside drawer, her shy question stops me.
“When was the last time you were with someone?”
Understandable that she’s curious, especially when I’m torn between needing every detail of her sexual history and dreading its eventual reveal. Not that her previous love life bothers me, but I’m envious of any man who tasted her sweetness before me.
“Six months ago. We were both clean, exclusive with each other. I always use condoms, regardless. What about you? I can only imagine the number of men chasing after you. You’re probably beating guys off with both hands.”
Her giggle is shocked amusement. “Are two usually required? I’m not very experienced with that sort of thing, but with you, I can see it’s necessary...”
“You know what I mean, smart mouth.”
“I just… needed to know something about you, Flynn.” She bites her lip with uncertainty while something inside me melts. This girl overflows with confidence, but there are moments I see glimpses of her sweet vulnerability, a need for assurance. She’s a contradiction. A puzzle. I want to unravel her. Hold her in the palms of my hands while I figure her out.
Gripping the condom in one hand, her waist in the other, I consider her. This might be the moment she backs out. “Do you still…?”
“Oh, yes.” Allie sighs, and it seems we fall against the mattress in slow motion, a tangle of arms and legs, the heat of our embrace returning until we are panting together. Relieved by her consent, I rip that foil package open in record time.
Settling between her thighs, a groan escapes me when I feel how hot she is.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I mutter.
Allie obeys instantly, her hand squeezing my forearm for support. She’s shaking, eyes dilated as she stares up at me. Gripping the base of my cock, I rub myself over her, spreading her moisture until she is slippery for me.
Her eyelids drift shut with pleasure, inhaling each time I brush her clit.
“Look at me, Allie.” The command is an empty one because the moment I begin pushing into her body, her eyes fly open wide. Sweat dots my brow as I fight the urge to batter my way into her exquisite tightness.
“Flynn…” Her voice trembles. “You feel incredibly huge.”
I chuckle, well aware of my considerable size. “And you do wonders for my ego. Am I hurting you?”
