Page 48 of Whiskey Splash

“God, I can’t stop thinking about you riding me,” he says hotly into my ear. His hand rakes up my spine, igniting every ridge. “I may have been the only one visibly turned on at the spa, but I know—” He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, locking his eyes with mine. “You wanted me.” His eyebrows rise in flirtatious question. “Admit it, you were massaging my legs, my ass, my naked body—tell me your panties weren’t wet?”

I burn at his words, my chest heaving, my wet tits out of the water and only inches from his hot breath. His eyes flick down to my nipples like they’re gumdrops he wants to devour, but he’s not going to satisfy himself—or, more accurately, me—until I confess that I wanted him.

“Yes, they were wet,” I admit, my voice brittle, and he covers my nipple with his barbaric mouth. I cry out, digging my nails into the thick muscle of his shoulders, as he devours, turning me to jelly in his arms. His rough hands grab each side of my hips, tangling his fingers into the elastic strings of my thong. It’s so erotic as he teases, tugging softly before—snap!—he forcefully tears my thong off.

“God, that's hot!” I exclaim, my bare pussy starting to pump against his cock.

I'm doing the work now, pumping my hips and dragging my sensitive flesh along his thick ridge. I don't think it's possible for him to get larger, but it feels like he does.

“You ready for me?” he growls, my ample breasts raking against his chest, my pussy quaking and hungry to be taken.

“Yes,” I gasp, my mouth on his neck. “I want your cock inside me!”

I reach down between us and slide my hand inside his boxers. We groan together as my hand connects with the flesh of his engorged penis. I stroke him and he bites my lip as my fingers explore him.

“Damn those demon hands,” he hisses. “You’re way too talented with them!” He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand out of his shorts.

“What are you doing!” I hiss.

“Making you work for it,” he smiles against my mouth, his cock still sheathed under his shorts.

“Yeah?” I rock my chest against him, our slick bodies on fire. “You don’t think my talented hands can tear your shorts off, the way you did my thong?” I growl at him, wanting his cock out, ready to slide down his impressive shaft.

“God, you’re hot when you want me inside you,” he nips at my neck, his thick arms around my waist and crushing me to him, making it impossible to do anything. “You’re just going to have to get creative if you want to ride me, Esme, otherwise I’m going to fuck you my way.”

I claw at his back, furious and excited to see exactly what he means by that. I buck in his arms, not giving up so easily.

“Desmond!” I pant. “I’m so damn close, I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Good,” he growls, suddenly lifting me up out of the water, his hands on my ass, my bare pussy dragging against his abdomen. “Cause there’s a promise you made me at Flambé that I’m ready to cash in on.”

“What? A promise?”

He moves me swiftly out of the water and walks us over to the ramp section of the pool, lowering me down onto my back so I’m splayed out underneath him against the Spanish tile. I’m mostly out of the water with just my ass bobbing slightly against the water’s edge, my knees cup his waist as he crouches over me. My spine is on fire, blazing into every hard pane of tile at my back, ready for him to unsheathe his cock and take me.

Only, he leans over me, dragging is mouth across my breasts and down my stomach. Instead of pulling out his cock, his soft lips glide past my navel and over the arch of my mound, nibbling and inching toward my pussy.

“Oh god, Desmond!” I shiver at the realization. “If you—” I moan and arch my back. “I won’t be able to take it if, if you—”

He smiles against my skin, my ass lifting, pulling back just enough to hook each of my knees over his wide shoulders. I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at him. Desmond’s head is between my thighs, my quaking desire spread in front of him. My toes dip into the water behind his back and his eyes have gone completely black.

I shake my head at him as he smiles and starts to blow softly on my bare pussy.

“Des—Des—” I can’t even get his name out, it’s so fucking amazing. “That’s too hot!” I whisper, eyes fluttering back into my head.

“What's too hot?” he teases, his tongue dipping forward and slashing between my folds.

“Oh God!” I cry out, my entire body arching and falling back against the ramp, shoulder blades pressed hard against the tile, my ass bobbing in and out of the water. Desmond’s mouth retreats, blowing again on my pussy and tempting me to come.

“You ready?” Desmond teases, and I moan wantonly, flopping my hands out to the side, looking for something to grip, but there’s only slippery tile. “Good,” he whispers. “Because you promised to come on my face.”

The memory of saying that wicked thing pulses through my body, and I don’t have time to react before Desmond’s mouth covers my cunt completely.

“Oh, God—Oh!” His tongue parts me, plunging deep inside and I’m so tightly strung that my thighs quake at his entry. He dips and explores, slithering recklessly over my folds, making me cry out at each luxurious thrust. I waxed and pampered like Arie suggested and every swipe of his tongue is extra sensitive, thrumming me with his wicked lashes.

“You taste like the ocean,” he growls, sucking my clit between his lips and I buck shamelessly, grinding my naked pussy against his face. He doesn’t let up, wrapping his hands around my thighs and sucking harder.

“You evil—glorious—oh, God!” I babble. “Your wicked tongue shouldn’t be allowed!”

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