Chapter 26 #2
She stops breathing for a beat, then swallows.
She knows she’s caught and doesn’t deny it.
Her expression is shocked that I figured it out as I graze her cheek with my calloused knuckle.
“I promise you, pretty girl”—pleasure settles deep in my balls with this revelation—“I don’t give one single fuck about that.
And you have no idea the self-control you’re asking from me right now…
” My hand moves to her hip. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. ”
Her eyes glint with confusion.
“So you, here like this, teasing me with these little white panties.” I slide my finger under the front of her skinny waistband and pull, then let it snap back into place.
She moans as I look down over her, inhibitions gone, never been fucked, ripe for my touch.
My hand slides farther up over her nipple. “You’re fucking begging to be ruined.”
“How did you know?” Her eyes are vibrant, pupils blown wide with lust. A hum runs through my blood. She could be completely mine.
“I’ll always figure out every little secret you try to keep.”
Mia watches me for a beat then sets the bottle down and crosses her arms to grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it off. Her pretty pink nipples harden further as the cool air hits them.
I watch in fascination, my cock straining, as her eyes light with the fire I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
When she reaches up and does in fact pull just one single pin from her hair, letting it fall in long wavy cascades downward, I realize I’m fucked.
It’s a moment that happens in slow motion.
Masses of thick platinum tumble around her shoulders, covering her nipples and surrounding her like an angelic halo.
“You look…so fucking edible like this.” I speak through clenched teeth, feeling almost animalistic with the thought of claiming her virgin cunt.
“Just one problem,” she whispers, gripping the sides of the stool and pushing her tits out, eyebrow raised and full of sass. “I’m not yours to eat.”
Fucking Christ. I snap.
Spreading her legs wide, I move in closer and pick up the bourbon in one hand as I fist her soft hair in the other, the way I’ve wanted to for weeks. That sass… As her lips pop open and that pink tongue skates across her bottom lip, I lean in.
“It’s time we shut this smart mouth up, yeah?”
Her eyes grow even more hungry as I pour some bourbon into her mouth, using it as a gag. “Don’t you dare fucking swallow.” It streams down her chin, over her heaving tits, and then soaks those fucking panties through, showing me the outline of her swollen pussy lips.
Fucking stunning.
More.
I want more. The beast in me takes over as I lift her slightly and pull her sopping panties right from her body. They slink down her leg as I set her back down and spread her as wide as I can.
She fucking moans, still holding the bourbon in her mouth as I pick up the bottle and pour more directly over her clit and her already wet pussy, and then slap her cunt. Droplets of whiskey fly from my fingers, and I’m ready to bury my face there.
She whimpers, more whiskey dribbling from the corners of her lips, but I don’t miss the way her hips begin to rock, begging for my hand again as her eyes water with the burn of the liquor in her mouth.
“Still got my whiskey for me?” I ask as pieces of her platinum waves stick to her soaked chest. Letting my tongue trail across her plush bottom lip, fuck, the taste of whiskey mixed with the flavor of her is too much.
I breathe her in for just a moment, willing myself to hold on to control.
But the moment she nods, like a good little slut with her tear-filled eyes, my control dies and a growl rumbles from deep within me.
Right now, I don’t give a fuck who she is, as long as she’s mine.
“Fuck, Mia—” I don’t even get the words out before I’m claiming her mouth.
I slide my hands viciously into her silky hair, gripping tight and taking the whiskey from her mouth with my own.
I swallow it down, letting myself taste her the way I’ve wanted to since day one.
She’s so fucking soft, and everything about her is pure and sweet.
Everything about her threatens to be my demise as my tongue meets hers and demands more than she can give.
I can’t form a rational fucking thought with my hands and mouth on her.
Her lips feel even more overwhelming than I’m prepared for.
At the same time, her soft curves mold into my chest, so hot and ready for me as my hands roam over her back and through her silky hair.
I can’t stop myself from kneading every inch of her flesh as we kiss.
This isn’t like in my club, a show for the people in the room.
This is all for me. I take my time tasting her, savoring her, and she doesn’t just keep up with me.
She meets me desperately. Urgently. Every swipe of her tongue forces me to keep up with her.
She’s just as starved for me as I am for her.
She moans, and the throaty sound she makes and the way she bites me back as I nip at her lip makes me something I’ve never been before—fucking on fire.
Out of control, weak.
I tried to save her from me. But she’s pushed me too far. I pull back from her lips, another side of me taking over completely as I let my eyes trail over my awaiting feast, ready to show her what being mine looks like when I lick every single fucking drop of bourbon off her needy, dripping cunt.