Page 40 of My Downfall

His lips close over mine before I can swallow and his tongue tastes the whisky in my mouth, both of us moaning as the hard liquor and a flavor that is undeniablyusfloods our tastebuds.

“My new favorite way to drink,” he murmurs as he pulls back, his eyes glazed in pleasure.

“You know, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Oh yeah, what would you like?” He knows I’m not talking about food.

“This” — my finger runs along the rim of the glass — “and this.” I reach into his swim shorts and give his erection a hard squeeze.

“Fucking hell.”

Chapter Twenty-two

Hudson

She wants to drink whisky and suck me off? I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

“There.” She nods toward one of the day beds along the side of the pool. It’s where I fucked her slowly last night after dinner, and it’s where she’s about to take my cock down her throat.

I strip myself of my shorts the minute I’m out of the water and lie back on the bed which is warm from the sun shining on it all day.

She crawls over me, her naked skin glistening from the water. She’s like a damn selkie, she’s going to ruin me like one, too.

“Did you like when I used my finger?”

“Fuck, yes,” I groan. I don’t want to think about the fact I liked her finger in my ass, but fuck if it didn’t turn me on real bad.

“Hmm, good boy.” A bark of laughter leaves me at her calling me a good boy.

“Baby girl, I’ll let that slide this time, but I can assure you that’s not a name that’s going to stick.”

“Why? I like the thought of you being my good boy.”

“Baby, I don’t have a submissive bone in my body. There’s no way I’ll ever be your good boy. You, however, can be a good girl and suck my cock like you promised.”

“Yes, Daddy.” My cock twitches at her words. I fucking love hearing that name spill from her plump lips.

She reaches for the whisky and goes to take a sip, but I halt her with a shake of my head.

“That’s not how you drink that.” I lift the glass to my own mouth and hold the liquid in there. She leans forwards, closing her lips over mine, and I push my tongue into her mouth to transfer the whisky from me to her.

Her throat bobs on a swallow and I moan at the thought of her swallowing around me.

She leans down and licks around the tip of my cock.

Holy shit.

I suck in a breath as her tongue, which is coated in the alcohol I love, massages me. The whisky makes it feel like her mouth is even hotter.

“Jesus, fuck, that feels so good.”

She closes her mouth around me and slides me deep, taking me like a fucking pro.

“That’s it, baby girl, take all of Daddy’s cock down that tight little throat of yours.” Her eyes water as she does exactly as I asked and takes every inch of my cock into her mouth and throat, holding me there as she gags around my length.

I throw my head back and look up into the sky that is beginning to darken, trying to distract myself from the pleasure this little spitfire is bringing me. I want it to last, but I’m so fucking close already. I know the minute her finger pushes inside me I’m going to blow my load.

My hips thrust up, forcing her to take all of me over, and over again. She has tears streaming down her cheeks, but she’s never looked more beautiful as she does when she’s choking on me.