Page 81 of Whiskey Splash

It’s the crassest thing I’ve ever said, but also the most freeing.

My core spasms at my own vicious wanting.

I’ve never demanded to be fucked so brazenly, never let down my guard enough to make my desire a command.

It turns Desmond into an animal.

He crashes his mouth against mine and I’m gasping and mewing into his dominant assault. We’re beasts, lustful and petulant, his hips pumping against my core, working my swollen pussy against his ravenous lashing.

“Inside me!” I growl. “I want your cock—”

“Yes, ma’am!” he growls against my mouth. “I just need you in position first, and—” I nip at his mouth but he pulls back, his lustful eyes crinkled with his smile. He steps away from me to find something in the towel he discarded on the floor. When he finds it, he flashes the gold packet at me before tearing it open and sliding the condom over him.

My whole body tightens—this is really about to happen!

“I’m going to lift you up,” Desmond explains, coming back to me. “I’m going to hook both your knees under my forearms so I can hold you, okay?”

I nod, his smile heated as his head lowers between my breasts, raking and sucking my tits as he positions himself below me. His hands slide between my thighs, parting them, his blaze of a mouth devouring the flesh of my stomach as he opens me. My bare pussy glistens, slick with steam, and I almost beg him to cover my trembling folds with his rakish mouth and let him hear me scream.

But his hands slide between my thighs to cup my ass as he hooks my knees over his thick forearms. He nods at me once, before hoisting me up, my hands wrapping around his neck and clutching his shoulders. I hang on desperately, his skin slick as my spine slides up against the golden stones. The motion drags my pussy up his muscled abdomen and I whimper as my core clenches with the wicked sensation.

My hand slaps against the back of his neck, gripping him.

Holy shit! I’ve never been so sensitive.

I’ve never felt my whole body pound with every throb, never felt so empty and needy of his cock.

My head goes light and I gasp down the wet air as he lifts me higher than seems possible. Our eyes connect and I realize he has me open and spread against the wall beneath him, his powerful arms holding me up as if I weigh nothing.

It’s the sexiest and most vulnerable thing I can imagine.

He adjusts, lowering me just enough to feel the root of his cock press against my entrance. I shudder, moaning into his neck.

“Oh god, Desmond! That’s way too fucking hot!”

“Mmmm,” he moans into my mouth, swirling his hips deviously and teasing that root against my clit. He’s thick, the girth of him laying flush between my folds, his tip teasing my ass. I shiver, ready to come without him inside me yet, ready to grind against that thick log of flesh that’s unleashing me.

Desmond catches my mouth and kisses me wildly, before pulling back and nodding down to his engorged cock. “I don’t have any free hands,” he says hotly. “You’re going to have to—” His eyes dilate as I understand, looking down to where his fingers grip my ass, the weight of my body hooked over his arms, my back pressed against the tile, legs open and hollow.

I reach between us and take his length in my hand, our eyes locking as blackness and lust fills both of our gazes. I lash his head through my wetness and we both gasp at the contact.

He’s huge and perfect, my pussy impatient as I guide him to my throbbing entrance.

“Desmond,” I pant, whimpering against his mouth. “I’ve never needed to be fucked so badly before!” I angle him just right, guiding his head into me, his velvet tip waking something new and ravenous. “Please,” I beg. “I need you to fuck me!”

He doesn’t need any more prompting. He drives his hips forward and parts me in one wicked thrust!

His cock slides deep inside me, almost to the hilt, slapping my pelvic bone back against the tile. I cry out is name as my nails dig into his shoulders, holding on tight as he pulls himself back out again.

My head falls into his neck at the deliciousness of how he feels pulling out as much as entering. My teeth scratch against his skin, feral, as he drives back into me, then out, then in—lighting my pussy on fire as he finds a fierce rhythm.

He fucks obscenely, pumping so powerfully he has me arching and crying out, my tits bouncing with every pound, my entire lower half burning white hot.

The slick of the steam and the heat make the smack of our bodies more carnal, hands gripping flesh, tits dragging across his chest. Desmond’s hips thrust like a piston, his cock driving gorgeously. He’s so strong that my ass and spine slide up and down the back wall, his fingers furiously gripping my behind, all the way to my hips. It’s a pinch of pain that shoots a scorching rush of excitement through my spasming pussy.

No man has spread me so aggressively and with such power. I’ve always been seen as a delicate flower, having sex sweetly—which has been fine I guess, but nothing,nothingcompared to this.

Now that I know the pure carnal heat of Desmond Pike pounding me into another reality, I don’t know that anything else will ever satisfy me.

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