Page 73 of Wicked Spite
Her hand finds purchase in my hair, pulling me closer as I start to suck on her slick folds. Reagan’s hips grind against my mouth rhythmically. Each moan she releases is like fuel to my fire.
I press deeper, feeling her body respond in waves of tension. Her breaths turn into gasps; those gasps into whimpers that only encourage me to devour more of her essence.
I feel her thighs tense around me as she gets closer to release and then they tense even further when I grin into her skin as the bottle I’m still holding creeps in between us, the rim of it slipping between her until it’s circling her needy little hole.
I feel her thighs clench around my head as the cool glass of the whiskey bottle presses against her slick entrance. Reagan gasps sharply, her hips jerking involuntarily at the unexpected intrusion.
“What the fuck, Penn?” she breathes out raggedly, fingers tightening in my hair. “Are you seriously trying to fuck me with a bottle right now?”
I pull back just enough to flash her a wicked grin, lips and chin glistening with her arousal. “What’s the matter, baby? Is this desperate cunt of yours not aching to be filled by something, anything?”
I punctuate my words by tracing teasing circles around her clenching hole with the smooth neck of the bottle, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.
“I could work this thick glass deep inside this greedy pussy,” I muse, voice a low, filthy rumble. “Get you sopping wet as you cream all over it, stretched out so perfect for me. Then I’d pull it out, lick up every drop of your sweet fucking juice...”
I lean in, breath hot against her sensitive flesh as I murmur the next words right against her aching clit.
“And slide my dick in hard and fast while you’re still fluttering and shaking. Fuck this cunt ‘til you’re screaming my name. How’s that sound, hmm?”
Reagan lets out a strangled moan, head falling back as I start easing the bottle inside her, inch by excruciating inch. I watch in raw, primal hunger as her slick pink lips stretch obscenely around the glass, swallowing it into her hot, silky depths.
“Oh fuck, oh God Penn...” she whimpers brokenly, back arching as I start thrusting the bottle in slow, deep strokes. Her walls clench greedily, trying to suck it in deeper.
“Yeah, there you go,” I growl in encouragement, angling it to rub against her most sensitive spots. “Taking it so good, so deep in this cock-starved cunt. Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own fucking name.”
I start pumping the bottle faster, twisting it as I plunge it in and out of her dripping pussy. Reagan writhes above me, shameless broken sounds spilling from her lips, hips rolling to meet each penetrating thrust.
“Please, f-fuck, I need...” she gasps out, nails dragging over my scalp. I smirk against her thigh before leaning in to suck her clit between my lips, flicking the tender bud mercilessly with my tongue as I rail into her ruthlessly with the bottle.
“Ah! Mm, don’t stop, r-right there! Fuck, I’m…I’m gonna...”
Her desperate cries echo off the walls as she comes violently, spasming and clenching hard around the glass.
I groan in raw, primal satisfaction as I watch Reagan come undone, her body quivering and clenching in the throes of ecstasy. The sight of her, wrecked and debauched, spread outon the bar like a fucking feast, is almost enough to make me blow my load right then and there.
Almost.
I ease the bottle out of her spasming pussy, watching hungrily as her juices cling to the glass. Bringing it to my lips, I drag my tongue up the smooth surface, moaning at the exquisite taste of her essence.
“Fuck, you taste so goddamn good,” I growl, before wrapping my lips around the neck of the bottle and taking it deep into my throat. I can feel Reagan’s wide eyes on me as I work the glass in and out of my mouth, tongue swirling to lap up every last drop of her sweet cream.
With a lewd pop, I pull the bottle free, letting it drop carelessly to the counter. My hands fly to my shirt, practically ripping it off my body in my haste to feel her skin against mine.
“Need to be inside you,” I rasp out, shoving my sweats down my hips. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Need to fuck this pussy ‘til you’re screaming.”
Reagan’s answering moan is pure sin as she reaches for me, desperation coloring her movements. I cover her body with mine, pinning her to the bar as I notch my cock at her entrance.
“Beg for it, wife,” I demand, grinding against her soaked folds. The heat of her scorches my skin, making my balls tighten with the need to bury myself deep. “Beg me to fuck you like the filthy little slut you are.”
“Please, Penn,” she whimpers, arching beneath me. Her honey eyes are blown wide with lust, boring into mine. “Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad, need you to fill me up, ruinme.”
“Damn right you’re mine,” I snarl possessively, before slamming into her pussy with one brutal thrust. Her scream of pleasure mingles with my guttural groan as her pussy grips me like a vise, slick walls fluttering around my driving cock.
I set a punishing pace, pistoning my hips and drilling into her relentlessly. The bar shakes beneath us with the force of my thrusts, the wet slap of skin against skin, and our harsh panting filling the room.
“Take it,” I growl, reaching down to circle her clit with rough fingers. Reagan keens, back bowing off the bar as I rub the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Take your husband’s dick like the starving girl you are. This pussy belongs to me, understood?”
I snarl and snap my hips harder; the force pushing her up the bar. Bottles and glasses rattle and topple around us but I don’t give a shit.
