Page 85 of Angels & Whiskey

Just as I was going to lose the battle with myself, his hand inched lower and I sucked in a breath, ready for it.

“How many times do you want to come, angel?”

My eyes flew open. “Wha … What?”

“How many times do you want me to make you come?”

“Um …” I was tongue-tied. Rich only let me get off once—if that.

“One, two, three—”

“Three,” I blurted. I wasn’t even sure that was possible. I was exhausted from the night’s events, but thinking about Gabe making me come three times had me wide awake.

I felt him smile against my stomach. “Three’s a good number for our first time.”

I gasped when he said those words. One time was good. Two was better than good and three was going to be the most I’d ever had in my entire life in one night—shit in a row even. But more than three? I couldn’t even imagine how that was possible.

“It’s possible.” He chuckled.

Did he read my mind?

“I—”

“Shh. Just relax.”

I nodded and his hand teasing me at my panty line left my skin. I wanted to protest—kick, scream, cry. He lifted himself up, leaning back on his heels as his hands started to pull my boxers and panties down my legs.

“The more you relax and let me pleasure you, the better it will be. Trust me. I got you.”

I nodded again, biting my lip as I watched his bald head slip between my parted thighs. The moment his tongue took its first swipe, my body jerked as pleasure rippled through me. He started off slow as if he were drinking my arousal with every lick. His tongue would swipe, one, two, and on the third time, circle my clit. I moaned.

“That’s it,” he cooed. “Just relax, angel.”

I didn’t know why he kept telling me to relax. I was relaxed. Fuck, I was so relaxed as his tongue continued to lick and taste, my back arched, my head tilted back as I enjoyed the pleasure. He worked my pussy to the point where my orgasm crept up on me and I didn’t realize I was going to come until I was jerking with the wave as it tore through me.

“One down.”

I had no idea how I was going to do that two more times. I hadn’t come that hard in years.

My pussy continued to pulse as the aftershocks of my orgasm dwindled down. While I lay to catch my breath, Gabe got off the bed and went to the bathroom, opening a drawer and then returned, the bed dipping beneath him as he settled between my legs again.

“God, baby. You tasted so fucking good.”

I blushed, still in a daze. His mouth came down on mine again and he kissed me for long seconds, the taste of mint gone and replaced with myself.

“Stay relaxed, angel. And no matter what, trust me.”

I nodded in agreement, not realizing what he meant. I trusted him immensely and no matter what he wanted to do, I was certain I’d do it.

“Now that I’ve tasted you, it’s time to feel how warm and wet you get around my fingers.”

“Okay,” I moaned.

He slipped a finger in slowly, my core still pulsing a little and then he slipped another finger in. Like his tongue, he started off slow. His fingers going in and almost completely out and then he increased his speed as my arousal coated his fingers allowing him to glide effortlessly.

Before I knew what was happening, his hand pressed against my stomach, my eyes opening with concern.

“What—”