Page 51 of Sweet Whiskey
I roll my hips toward his fingers. “Please help, Brooks.”
A gasp escapes my mouth when he rips off my panties. Heat curls in my stomach, incrediblyturned on by the move. His fingers sweep through my slick folds before he pushes two inside while his thumb finds my clit. My mouth is muffled when his lips are on mine in the next second. I wrap my arms around his neck, my nails entangling in his hair as I drown in the taste of him.
Brooks pumps his fingers in and out of me, and I rock my hips with each thrust. He pulls his mouth away, kissing down my neck. When his tongue laps at the curve of skin where my neck meets my shoulder, I shiver while more slick pools under me. His teeth scrape against the tender muscle and I stop breathing. My pussy clamps down on his fingers, and my legs pull in as they start to shake with my release.
“Brooks. Oh god.”
He lifts his head, kissing my ear as he rasps, “Did the thought of me biting you make you come, sweet girl?”
I turn my head, claiming his lips again as he groans into my mouth. A whimper echoes in the kitchen as he pulls away. His forehead rests against mine as his fingers curl inside.
“You need more?”
“Please.” My plea is barely above a whisper, and a husky growl rumbles in his throat.
“One more, but baby, I don’t know how much more I can take. My knot is begging to fill you.”
My nails dig into his shoulders. I want that. Why is he holding back? I want his knot. I want to be filled. He must see the questions in my eyes because he shakes his head.
A dark, carnal desire burns in his gaze. “Not like this, Kins. Not when you’re spiking from your heat. The first time I bury my cock in you, we’ll both be clear-minded.”
It makes sense; I could agree. My brain is nodding while my heart is crying. “I want it. I’m clear-minded enough. Please, Alpha.”
“Oh fuck,” Brooks growls, the sound going straight to my pussy and spilling more slick over his fingers. He pulls his hand out, tearing off his shirt and jeans before he picks me up and carries me into the living room. We fall onto the couch with me straddling his lap, and Brooks tugs off my bra. I rock my hips, rubbing my gushingcenter along the heavy, thick shaft resting against his stomach.
“Kins, patient. Please, sweet girl. Give me a second,” he pleads in my ear, his hands kneading my breasts. My mouth seeks his again, and we stay like that before he moves between us, lining the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Are you covered?”
I moan, rocking my hips for more while trying to make sense of his words. “What?”
“Kinsey, baby. Focus. Can I come inside you?”
Oh god, the thought of his cum filling me makes me wetter, and he groans when more slick drenches his cock. His fingers dig into my sides, and I squirm, seeking the stretch of his cock as I lift my head to kiss him.
His mouth is a godsend, licking and sucking, and my vision wavers from the absolute pleasure.
“Yes, I want that.” I wiggle my hips, wanting more of him to slide up.
Brooks shakes his head. “That’s not what I’m asking. Kinsey, your birth control—ah, fuck.”
I lean back, forcing his fingers to loosen just enough to sink down until his knot teases my pussy. My eyes roll back, the ache of his thick cock stretching me making me moan. When I look back up at his face, Brooks’s stare is a bit hazy, and slick gushes out of me, my scent perfuming around us. A growl rumbles out of his lips, and he tries to shake away the rut threatening to overtake him.
“More, please.” The plea falls from my lips as if I’ve lost control of my own tongue.“Knot me, Alpha.”
His fingers dig into my side, and I’m flipped onto the couch, my back on the cushions while Brooks hovers above me. He has my knee in his elbow, pressing my leg closer to my chest as he shoves forward, and I gasp at the feeling of the stretch of thick cock and the teasing of his swelling knot.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, my nails digging into his shoulders.
His ragged pants fan over my face. “Tell me to stop or I’m filling you with my cum. Consequencesbe damned.”
I don’t know what he means by consequences, and I don’t care to ask because all I want is exactly what he said. I wiggle my hips, and tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
“Please—”
It’s all I get out before he growls and thrusts, forcing the rest of his knot into me. It’s a pinch of pain before waves of ecstasy crash into me. I come around the tight pressure of being filled to my brim, and Brooks shuts his eyes, thrusting as much as he can while his cock grows and the warmth of his cum floods me. He rides through his release until my eyes are heavy with exhaustion. He peppers me with kisses and turns us until I’m draped over his chest.
“Sleep, Kinsey. I got you,” he says softly, and I’m lulled to sleep by the beating of his heart.
