Page 19 of Bourbon Wishes
"Yeah, I am," I groan, sucking one lip into my mouth and then the other. "But you fucking love it. It's the reason you're so wet right now. You act like you hate that I'm a controlling bastard, but we both know how much you want to drop to your knees and beg when I am."
"Do not," she gasps.
I bite her inner thigh, and she sobs my name.
"Little liar," I growl. "You get off on knowing I can handle your bullshit." I seam my lips around her clit, nibbling on it until she's wailing my name. "You fucking love not being in control with me, don't you?"
"N-no."
"Tell the truth if you want to come." I thrust my tongue into her hole again, fucking her with it. My nose grinds against her clit. She sobs beneath me, arching and bucking. She's so damn close, but I don't let her go over. As soon as she starts fluttering around me, I back off, keeping her on the edge. "Tell me."
"Bastian, please!"
"Begging won't save you." My dick is so fucking hard I may not survive this. Christ Almighty, the more she thrashes and resists and pleads, the more I want to sink into her until she's shattering for me. But not until I get what I want. Not until she admits the truth. I need it, goddammit. I need to hear that she loves this as much as I do.
We both know that's why she's here right now. She's spread across my island with my tongue lodged in her hot little hole because nothing makes her hotter than the back and forth and push and pull between us.
But maybe a tiny part of me needs assurance that she doesn't fucking hate me for being a domineering prick. Maybe a tiny part needs to know she's as lost in this as I am, that she wants it as badly as I do. Because, quite frankly, I'm lost in her. I have been since day one. And if she doesn't feel the same, if this is just sex for her, I might not survive it.
I run my tongue in circles around her clit, dragging her back to the edge, only to back off again when she's right there, quivering and ready to explode. She wails my name, threatening to strangle me with my tie.
"Let me come!" she demands.
"Give me what I want, and then you can." I flick her clit again, nuzzling my face against her pussy. I want her all over me. I'll wear her juices like a badge of honor.
She groans my name through gritted teeth, still resisting.
When I pry her cheeks apart and lick her little asshole again, her defenses crack and crumble. She jerks beneath me, flailing and desperate.
"Yes!" she shouts. "Yes, I love that I don't have all the control with you! I love knowing I don't have to hold back with you because you can handle me. I love driving you crazy just to see how far I can push. I love the way you look at me like you're desperate to make me obey. I love that I'm the only one you look at that way!"
I roar her name, burying my face in her pussy.
She shouts mine, coming all over my face. Her body convulses beneath me, a sharp cry of ecstasy echoing around the kitchen. I feel it vibrating in my balls, and I know we're not making it tobed before I'm inside her. We're not even making it out of the kitchen.
I rip through the fly of my pants, desperate to get inside her. My tongue is still buried in her. She's still shattering around me. It's heaven and hell, and I need more. Christ, I need so much more.
I haul her off the island onto my lap, her legs splayed wide around my hips. My dick slides through her folds, her juices coating me.
"I can't wait," I growl in her ear, trying to contain her as she squirms all around on my lap, unable to stay still.
"Get inside me," she begs, clawing at my shoulders. One hand wraps around my tie, yanking my mouth to hers. I know she tastes herself on my lips when she moans into my mouth.
I line up at her entrance, trying like hell not to come before I'm even inside her. She already feels too damn good. Jesus Christ, I'm not going to survive this. I'm going to die buried nine deep in heaven, fucked to death by the sweetest little pussy.
She hovers over me, the head of my cock notched at her entrance, and then pulls back to look at me. As soon as I see the determination in her eyes, I reach for her, but I'm already too late.
She slams herself down on me, taking me all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust.
We both shout as her ass lands against my lap.
"Fuck," I growl, yanking her head back with her hair wrapped around my fist. "I should spank your ass for doing that."
"W-why?" she pants, writhing on top of me—in agony or bliss, I'm not sure. Her eyes are so glassy and dilated, they're midnight. "You l-loved it."
She isn't wrong. She's wrapped around me like a vise, all tight, wet perfection, squeezing every inch of my cock. There's nothingabout that I don't love, except for the part where I could have hurt her. That part kills me.
"Are you okay?"
