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She was so fucking perfect.
I pulled away from her immediately, building her anticipation brick by brick.
“Go to the alcohol shelf,” I ordered, pointing my chin to the shelf of drinks behind the desk. There weren’t many of them, but they were all hard liquor. The kind my stepdad probably drank when he wasn’t beating my mom.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“I said go to the fucking shelf and don’t turn around until I tell you to.”
She got up and did as she was told, and I loved watching her tight little ass in that dress as she swayed it for me intentionally, trying to make me mad with want, and waited for further instructions.
“Choose something nasty. The one with the highest percentage of alcohol.”
She read through the labels briefly before plucking out a Russian brand of vodka. I heard it was so fucking toxic old Russian grandmothers made it in the backyards of their houses on the mountains. This was going to be rad.
“Turn around and come here with the bottle,” I said, then added, “then lie on the floor for me.”
She handed me the bottle, confusion coloring every feature and curve in her pretty little face, her green eyes firing ten million questions my way. I wasn’t going to answer any of them. I unscrewed the cap with my teeth and watched as her back was on the floor and her eyes were zoomed on the ceiling. Pushing her dress up, I jerked her hips apart until she was wide open for me, and when she was, I lowered down, bit her panties with my teeth, and tore them from her body inch by inch.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Painfully.
She gasped and tried to stand back up before I shoved her back to the floor effortlessly, watching as pink took over her pretty face and neck. She was flushed, embarrassed, and a little hurt.
“Don’t hurt me,” she said, her voice soft and scared. Something about the way she said it rubbed me the wrong way. Like someone at some point really did actually hurt her. I made a mental note to ask her about it when I had the time, which wasn’t right now. But I did want to reassure her.
“Trust me, Jade,” I said. “Everything I’m going to do to you is going to leave you asking for more, okay?”
She nodded timidly and stared back at the ceiling. Suddenly, she wasn’t the brave, sassy Jade that I knew, or wanted to get to know, but just a girl who was scared someone much bigger than her was going to hurt her. I took the open bottle of vodka gently. It was mostly empty as I pushed its neck between her folds slowly until it was halfway through. It wasn’t very long, but she looked down in horror as I placed one hand under her ass to tilt her body up. I slid the bottle back out and started pouring the vodka onto her, and leisurely and methodically, I started fucking her with the neck of the bottle, being extra careful so it wouldn’t break.
I could feel how she was tense around the bottle before her nerves loosened and pleasure washed over her. The alcohol was cold and fresh on her skin, with a sweet bite she wanted more of, and she started thrusting her groin up in my direction for me to shove more of the bottle into her pussy.
“Deeper,” she moaned, biting down on her lower lip and driving me mad. I was sitting between her open thighs, propping her ass with one hand and serving her the best fucking orgasm she was about to get. And still, all I could think about was how I wanted to take that girl on a date, proper date, real date, and ask her who hurt her and what was his goddamned address.
“Shhh, baby. Don’t hurt yourself. I promise I’ll take care of all your needs, okay?”
She nodded and moaned some more as I emptied most of the bottle’s contents onto her pussy. When I slid the neck of the bottle in and out of her cunt, it was so juiced up I was probably able to use the lube on it to put it in her ass. I decided to wait with the anal yet again, because I didn’t want her to be scared or suspicious. Tonight was about marking her mine with my tongue.
“Why did you stop?” she protested in frustration. “It was so goo…Oh!”
Yes.
Oh
.
My tongue dove so fucking deep into her greedy pussy, full of vodka and juices. I thrust my tongue into her folds deeper and deeper, parting her lips with my fingers and digging my nose and teeth into her clit, giving it special treatment. The screams Jade produced that night were later on used to torture prisoners in Guantanamo Bay.
Well, I may be exaggerating, but believe me when I say that my woman almost shattered every single window on that floor. We were lucky the windows were double-glazed—it was a nightclub, after all—otherwise Graham would have killed me for footing the bill on those windows.
That night, Jade came three times.
And by the time her shift was over, I was so drunk from eating her pussy and drinking the vodka in it, I had to call a cab to take her home.
I made sure she got into the cab okay, turned around, and stumbled back into the club.
