Page 38 of Bourbon Wishes
I whimper around him, fighting to take more. My lips are stretched to capacity around him, but I swallow anyway, taking just a little bit more. His hips buck against my face, a curse falling from his lips.
I peek up at him, silently giving him permission to let go.
He doesn't need a second invitation. He wraps my hair around his fist, using it to hold me in place as he fucks my face, forcinghis cock as far down my throat as he can until I choke around him. He holds me down on him for a second and then pulls back, allowing me to breathe.
I slip one hand in my pants.
"That's right," he growls. "Play with that pretty pussy while I fuck your face, baby. Make yourself come for me."
I plunge my hand into my panties, my fingers circling my swollen clit as he bucks his hips again, thrusting in and out of my mouth. I'm already racing toward the edge, trying to get him off before I get there, but we both know that won't happen.
"You're so wet I can hear you," he says, his gaze flickering between the hand between my legs and his dick in my mouth. "You love having my dick down your throat, don't you?"
I bob my head in a frantic nod.
"Dirty girl," he groans, tugging me back down on his cock until I choke around him again.
The nails of my free hand score his thigh as I unravel, shattering into pieces. He grunts, bobbing me on his cock faster. My head swims, pure ecstasy rushing through my veins.
"Christ, I'm going to come," he grunts, sliding out of my mouth.
I whimper at the loss…and then whimper again when he slides to the edge of the seat, aiming his cock at my face. I close my eyes and open my mouth as the first hot rope of cum lands against my cheek.
He groans my name when he sees it, coming all over my face…and I'm aching and desperate all over again, the same way I always am when he's dripping down my face like this.
"Jesus, Constance," he groans, reaching out to scoop the cum from my face. His thumb brushes my lips as he pops it into my mouth. "Something about you covered in me makes me crazy, baby."
I wrap my lips around his thumb, sucking hard.
He growls my name, part warning, part praise, and then hauls me up onto his lap to clean me up. As soon as he wipes the last drop from my face, I'm bent over the side of my desk with my panties around my ankles.
By the time he's finished with me, my desk is in ruins yet again.
"Do you plan tohave kids soon?" Luna asks, her wide, hopeful eyes locked on me across the dinner table later that night. "And if so, how many do you want?"
I choke on a bite of steak.
"Shit," Bastian mutters, patting me on the back while he glares at his mom. "Ma, you can't just ask her shit like that."
"Why not? It's just a question," Luna huffs at her son. "Honestly, Bastian, you'd think I asked her how many vibrators she owns."
"Dad!" Bastian turns an exasperated look on Carter, who is hiding laughter behind his beer bottle.
"She's right," Carter says, his eyes twinkling with humor. "It's just a question, son."
"You are no fucking help."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to be helping?" Carter asks, one brow arched at his son. I swear, they look so much alike it's unreal. If Bastian and Jareth are going to look like him when they're older, the world is seriously unprepared. "Because I'malmost positive that I sleep with your mom every night. Do I look stupid enough to fuck that up on your behalf?"
I place my hand over my mouth, laughing quietly, when Bastian makes a sound of utter disgust.
He turns a dark look on me. "Do not encourage them."
"Three," I say, glancing over at Luna.
She sneaks a peek at Bastian, mischief in her eyes. "Vibrators or kids?"
"That's it!" Bastian hauls himself to his feet, accidentally scooting the table back several inches. "Dinner is over!"
