Page 20 of Bourbon Wishes
"No."
My stomach twists into knots.
"I need you to move, Bastian. Now." She whimpers softly, squirming on me again. "Fuck me."
Jesus. She isn't in agony. She's in heaven. The knots in the pit of my stomach slowly unwind, allowing me to breathe.
"Take a minute, Constance. You could have hurt yourself."
"I'm fine," she insists. "It's not the first time–"
A lethal growl rumbles from my lips, irrational jealousy surging through me. "Do nottalk about other men when I'm inside you."
Her eyes widen. "That's not what I meant. I told you that I've never been with anyone else," she says softly. "I wouldn't lie about that. No one has ever touched me. I've just…um…toys."
My hands tighten around her waist like that's going to keep me from fucking her into tomorrow. Visions of her getting herself off with a toy play like an erotic movie behind my eyelids. I need to see that. I would literally kill to see that.
"How many toys do you have?" I rasp.
"Two."
"How often do you use them?"
The blush creeping up her cheeks says more than I think she'd like me to know.
"When did you start using them regularly, baby?"
"A while ago."
"How long ago?"
Her gaze darts from mine and then back before she huffs. "Three months ago," she grumbles. "Is that what you want to hear? That I get myself off after work every freaking day, thinking about you?"
I lift her off my cock and then slam her down again. "You don't use them again unless I'm watching," I growl. "If you even think about using them without me, you'll pay for it."
"Fine," she snaps. "Then you aren't allowed to jerk off unless I get to watch."
"You think I'm going to object to that?" I nip her bottom lip, lifting and dropping her again. "I'll let you watch me anytime you want, Constance." I nuzzle her throat, breathing her in. She feels like a dream, only better. Real and vital. "But be prepared for the consequences."
"W-what consequences?"
"If you're watching, I'll have you bent over, fucking you instead," I rasp, bucking my hips when I drop her again to force myself deeper. "You feel a helluva lot better than my hand." I bend forward, burying my face between her tits. "Christ, you were worth the wait."
"What?"
I ignore her, dragging my tongue along her cleavage. At least until her fingers sink into my hair, craning my head back. Her eyes meet mine, a little wild.
"What did you say?"
"You feel like heaven."
"The other part, Bastian," she huffs, rolling her eyes like she isn't on my cock right now.
"You were worth the wait."
Her eyes widen, startled. "Worth the wait? You mean…?"
"Yeah, baby," I say softly. "You aren't the only one having a whole lot of firsts tonight."
