Page 77 of Whiskey and Regret

My hand slid down to her ass and I pulled her deeper into the room before reaching over her shoulder and pushing the door shut. She giggled then hopped up, wrapping her legs around me. I gripped her thighs for support and carried her to the bed. Her slender body popped up in the air when she hit the mattress and laughter spilled from her mouth like sunshine.

“Come here, Senator,” She beckoned with her finger curled in the air.

“Gladly, Miss Lucas.” I settled between her thighs and peppered her neck with kisses. “Your pussy is so wet,” I grumbled against her throat. “I can smell it in the air.”

“You make it sound like a flower,” she laughed.

“It’s starting to become my favorite flower. Now take those pajamas off and let me suck on that pretty pussy.”

“God, you drive me fucking crazy, Evander.”

“Good.” I kissed her lips then pulled back so I could watch her wiggle out of her one-piece pajamas. Once her body was on display, my mouth devoured her amber nipples taking each one in my mouth, licking, sucking, and biting until they were plump peaks against my tongue.

While my mouth worked on her breasts, my fingers pushed inside her tight wet cunt. A sugary moan spilled from her mouth to mine and I lapped it up like honey. She was perfect and I wanted to devour her in every way.

At first, I only wanted her body, but it was morphing into something else. I wanted to know her thoughts and opinions too. She was infuriating and fascinating all at the same time.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Xari. You have so much fucking mouth all the time. I want you to use it.” I curled my fingers inside of her and rubbed against her g-spot.

“Mmm,” she groaned, fucking my fingers. “I want you to eat my pussy, Evander.”

“Good girl. I need you to be my nasty slut.”

“Okay,” she panted. I kissed and licked my way to her pussy and then I gorged myself. Xari was my midnight snack. She was so slick and hot I could have stayed between her legs forever sucking her plump clit and feeling her climax repeatedly.

“Good girls keep quiet,” I rumbled from between her legs. “You don’t want to wake Frankie.”

“I’m not a good girl though. I’m bad as fuck.” She guided my head back between her thighs and I smiled against her glistening pussy lips.

“You are bad as fuck.” I bit her inner thigh then moved to pin her wrists over her head. “And I drive this fucking boat, Xari. Not you. This pussy belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. Every drop of cum that I make leak out of your perfect pink pussy belongs to me. Understand?” I pulled my cock out and stroked it a few times before slapping it against her clit.

“I give you my orgasms as I see fit,” she bit back. The passion was back. The fire and the hunger that were identical to my own lured me down the cat and mouse path with her.

I laughed a little while she struggled against my hold on her wrists then I thrust into her pussy. I didn’t show mercy because she needed to know who was responsible for her legs shaking and her heart racing. She needed to understand who made her throb and ache.

I was going to make her come until she tapped out.

One by one, I collected her moans. I fucked her like a savage.

In and out.

In and out.

Hard. Unforgiving. Deep. Long.

She came for me twice. Once was quick and full of curse words that she painted the side of my face with.

The second time was hard. Her pussy choked my cock and refused to let go until she started shaking. Tears rolled down her brown sugar cheeks when I rubbed her clit slowly, taking care to avoid her piercing. I wanted to be responsible for her orgasm.

“You feel how I’m dragging that cum from your pussy, Xari?” I moved in languid loops while fucking her slowly.

“Okay, Evander,” she shuddered, trying to compose herself.

“Okay what? You keep trying to control your orgasm. Let me have it. I can always make you have another one.” I thrust hard inside of her and her pussy clenched again.

“Fuck!”

“Mmm, you make dirty words look so pretty, baby.”