Page 48 of Whiskey Throttle
She blasts through an orgasm with a muffled scream. Those tight rings loosen, drenching me in wetness. My hips pump against her ass. The slapping sounds like a fucking symphony between us. Greedily, I want to fuck her like this forever. The climax at the top of my balls threatens to overtake me instead.
“You’re amazing. We’re so good together, Barbara.”
I’ve had a lot of sex in my life. Probably too much, but nothing compares to this and her. She’s quiet and calm. Cool and calculating. Privately, she’s funny and playful. Smoking hot and a fucking competitor. The contrast fucks with my brain and cock. Wanting more while having everything I need.
She slurs something into the pillow. Even though I want to hear every last word that comes out of her mouth, I can’t. I want to make her come one more time and ride it with her.
“I want to feel you come apart around me again. Feel that hot, wet pussy squeeze me until I can’t hold back anymore.”
I lean down, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing her ear. My legs splay to the side, angling back until I’m practically lying on top of her.
“Come with me. Let go. Be wild and free in here with me.”
Her body shudders beneath mine, a low moan building in her throat. I can feel her heart racing. Her breath hitches as I grind against her, and my cock fills her completely. Her pussy clenches. She’s close. Her fingers clutch at the pillow beneath her head. Her eyes are squeezed so tightly, they make little wrinkles around the sides.
“Hollister,” she gasps, my name a plea on her lips.
She’s trying to hold back, to maintain that control she’s so used to, but I won’t let her. Not with me. I bury my face in her hair. Fucking her so deeply, so hard, that my cock feels like it’s fucking her pelvic bone. It hurts a bit, yet it is fucking amazing.
“I can’t. . . I can’t keep coming like this.”
Her body tells a different story. Her hips lift to meet my thrusts, her inner muscles clenching around me, begging for more.
“You can and you will.”
An odd thought that we’d be good together elsewhere, too, enters my brain and messes up my rhythm. It’s exactly what she needs to come again. A shift in pace, and she explodes underneath me, my cock bursting at this surprise revelation while coming together. As I wanted. As I commanded her to do.
I can’t think.
Can’t breathe. Only feel. Feel my balls release hard, intensely. A blinding ecstasy overtakes me. Sending sensation down my spine and to the ends of my body. Her moans fade against my groan. Long and throaty, vibrating into her body. I’m probably crushing her, unable to hold myself back. Unwilling to not have her trapped underneath me, taking every bit of dick I can stuff in her.
It’s amazing.
She’s amazing.
My damn mind will never be the same after this weekend. Her body goes limp beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel her heartbeat slowing, her muscles relaxing. I press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, as I slowly withdraw from her. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and I can’t help but smile at her sensitivity.
I roll off her, lying by her side. Her eyes are closed. Her hair is a wild mess around her face. She’s never looked more beautiful. I reach out, trace a line down her cheek, her shoulder, and the back I covered in kisses. She shivers under my touch, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You’re insatiable.”
Her voice is hoarse from her screams of pleasure. I chuckle, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Only for you.”
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. She studies me for a moment, her expression softening.
“You mean that, don’t you?”
I nod, my fingers trailing down to her hip, tracing lazy patterns on her skin.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Barbara. You should know that by now.”
She smiles, a genuine one that reaches her eyes. It’s a rare sight, and I feel a sense of pride that I’m the one who put it there.
“I’m beginning to. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this.”
“Like what?” I ask, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at her.
