CHAPTER TWELVE
WHISKEY
SATURDAY MORNING
Rolling over, I reach my arm out and find nothing but a warm, crumpled bedsheet.
“What the hell?”
I jackknife up, not believing that my wife isn’t with me in bed. It’s my damn birthday! She should be nowhere else but here dammit . . . with me . . . in bed . . . ready to let me fuck her until we’re both floating into nirvana.
And that’s when I hear it. The shower is running.
Ooowee! I’m about to have a very good start to my birthday.
Not bothering to put any clothes on, because I sleep in the buff, ready to love on my woman in seconds notice, I head straight for the bathroom door . . . and stop.
Stuck to the door with a bright pink heart sticker is a black envelope that has my name written on it. My legal name, the one I only let her call me, is written in my Kiana’s slanted handwriting.
Connor
Careful not to rip the sticker, I take the envelope off the door, fold the sticker over the flap, and pull a white card out. The paper is thick and sturdy, and the words are typed in a black, bold font.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!
COME inside for your first surprise.
XOXO, mommy
Mommy? She’s not my mommy. What could this mean?
I guess there’s only one way to find out. If my surprise is behind this door, you don’t have to tell me twice to go in and find it.
I tuck the card back in the envelope and toss it toward the bed. I’ll worry about finding it later.
Opening the door, I’m met with a rush of hot, humid air. Good, she’s got the water cranked up hot . . . just how I like it.
“Duchess,” I call out. “You know better than to start the shower without me.”
She peeks out from the edge of the curtain and a lazy smile greets me. “I’ve only been in here for three minutes. I wanted to get all hot and wet for you.”
“I thought it was my job to get you wet.” I charge toward the shower like a damn bull ready to rut and join her under the spray in three seconds flat. I stand with the water hitting my back, Duchess protected by my height.
“It can be. But since it’s your birthday and all,” she turns to face me, then slowly falls to her knees, “I thought it was only fair to do my job for you.”
The tip of her tongue peaks out as she licks her plump bottom lip.
“Suck my cock, Duchess.” Grasping a handful of her wet hair, I give it a tug and step between her spread knees to get as close to her as I can. “Now.”
As her hands slide up the front of my thighs, her tongue glides up the bottom of my dick until she reaches the two shiny, steel balls at the end. She flicks the bottom one first, the one under the crown of the head, then moves up to the second that’s sticking right out of the tip.
My Duchess loves my Prince Albert piercing . . . and I love what she does to it. Whether it’s her licking around the tip and moving it around, or when she sucks me so deep it hits the back of her throat—
“Holy! Fuck!” I roar.
With absolutely no warning at all, Duchess seals her lips around my cock and pushes forward until her nose is pressed into my pelvis. She has a small gag reflex, so she can only hold me deep for a few seconds, but as soon as she pulls back, she has me deep again.
Still holding her hair with one hand, I brace the other against the tiled wall and lock my knees. The last thing I want right now is to fall before she drags my soul out of me.
Adding one hand to the mix, Duchess wraps her grip around my cock in front of her mouth and there isn’t an inch of my length that doesn’t have a part of her touching it.
She strokes me up and down, all the while her mouth never leaves me.
In and out. Forward and back. She is rocking my fucking world.
“Keep going,” I pant as I pull her hair harder.
She responds by scratching a fingernail down over my balls, which causes them to rise and tighten in a flash. “Mmm, did you like that?” Duchess pulls off for a second to ask, then she’s right back to sucking.
“If you do that again, I ain’t gonna last long.”
Oh, who the hell am I kidding? No matter what she does, I’m not going to last long at all.
Just the visual of my Duchess on her knees is enough to get my motor running.
Add in the tongue acrobatics she’s doing with my piercing as she deep throats my cock .
. . I’m already eighty percent a goner. I think it’s time to kick things up another twenty.
I move my feet to create a wider stance, then grab hold of her long, wet hair with both hands, and start fucking her face full speed ahead.
She grips my hips so hard, I have no doubt there will be five fingertip size bruises on each side by this afternoon.
Her mouth stays sealed on me with just the right amount of pressure as I fuck her face over and over and over.
The wet sucking sounds coming from her are more than an aphrodisiac, they are what tightens my balls even higher and lets me know I’m about to blow.
“That’s it. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come.” I can’t stop the groan that comes out of my throat, but I toss my head back and moan so loud. And my brain explodes. I pump rope after rope of cum into her mouth and her throat flexes as she swallows down every single drop. “Take it. Good girl. Every drop.”
When I loosen my hold on her hair, Duchess pulls back a bit, but doesn’t let go of me completely.
She continues to lick my cock and catches the last few drops of cum that bead out the tip.
When I deflate to only half hard, because I am never flaccid when I’m in her presence, she climbs to her feet and wraps her arms around my waist.
I hug her so tight, like I’m a damn caveman with no manners, and kiss her. My tongue battles with hers. She fills her hands with my ass cheeks and squeezes.
“Fuck me, Whiskey,” she begs between breaths. “Fill me up, please.”
“As. You. Wish.” I take three more kisses, one after each word, then spin us both around.
With her now facing the wall that the showerhead is on, I push one hand on her back to bend her forward so the water is no longer spraying her in the face, but instead running down her back.
Using the other hand, I grab hold of my dick and push down until it finds where it needs to go.
Once I feel the warmth of her pussy, I start to push in.
“Ohhhhh,” she moans as I sink about halfway. When I pull back, she hums. On the next pass I go a little deeper and she moans. Back, she sighs. Then when I push in again, I hit her as deep as her body lets me in, which is balls fucking deep.
My hips slap against her ass again and again as I piston in and out with no plans to stop until I make her come at least twice. Let’s see how quick I can send her over the first time.
With her bent forward, I bend a bit myself and reach my right hand around her hip. I slide my two middle fingers over her folds and start to rub up and down, pushing in just a little bit.
“Right there,” she calls out as she slaps her right hand against the wall. “Don’t stop. Right there.”
So I don’t. I keep fucking her with my cock, hitting every nerve ending in her tight, wet, pussy. I keep rubbing my fingers back and forth, zeroing in on the tiny little nub that works her up into a frenzy until she screams.
I feel the second the damn breaks. Duchess yells my name out loud as her pussy squeezes my cock tighter than my fist ever could.
Her spasms maker her entire body vibrate in my arms. She rides the waves for a good twenty seconds before she deflates.
I know she has lost a bit of her strength with that orgasm, so I take complete control for the next one.
Sliding my hardness out, I take a small step back. “Turn around,” I tell Duchess. When she does, I bend my knees a bit again and grab hold of the back of her thighs. I lift her up and she knows exactly what to do.
Duchess wraps a hand around my cock and aims the head back to her pussy. As I lower her on to to me, I push inside and let gravity do the rest. Within seconds I am again as deep as I can be inside my wife and she has her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
Using my forearms as a seat for her ass, I bounce her up and down so her ass slaps against my thighs again, just from another angle.
I lift her, then let her drop, lift her, then let her drop.
Burying my face in her neck, I kiss and lick and nip as she scratches the back of my neck and head with her fingernails.
Needing more leverage, I turn to the right and push her back against the tile and drill my hips into her over and over. Moving my mouth to hers, I pant against her lips more than actually kiss her. “You gonna come on my cock, little momma? You’re squeezin’ me so good.”
“Yes . . . oh, please . . . I’m gonna . . .”
I look down to watch my cock disappear in her and kick into a higher gear. “Take. My. Cock.”
“Yeeees, Whiskey,” she calls my name as she tosses her head back and comes again. Her pussy constricts around me again and this time there is no holding back. Her pussy is so fucking tight, I’m a goner.
My legs tighten, the base of my spine tingles, and I hold her hips so tight, I know we will have matching bruises. I take a deep breath in, and when I exhale, it’s like my body opens the floodgates and I give her everything I have plus more.
“Fuck,” I draw out until I need to take another breath. Pumping a few more times just to make sure she gets every drop she can, I stay deep inside her as I lightly press my forehead to hers and we trade soft kisses.
“Happy Birthday, Connor.” Duchess leans her head back against the wall.
I slowly step back and lower Duchess to her feet. “So, is this what you meant by come inside for my birthday surprise?”
“This was part of it,” she says with a smile as she dunks her head under the water that shockingly hasn’t turned cold yet. “There are more surprises for when we get out of this shower.”
“More?”
“Yup.” She is already lathering her hair with shampoo. “So let’s get washed up so I can spoil you some more.”
“Yes, ma’am.”