Page 91 of Whiskey Lies


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Grabbing her head, I pull her mouth to mine, whispering against her lips, “I want you on your knees and my cock in your mouth. I want to watch your eyes water and hear your gags.”

The surprised gasp that falls from her lips and the way her eyes light up lets me know she’s dripping just from the way I’m speaking to her. For once I want to do what I’ve been thinking about since I first saw her. I want to take her ponytail in my hand, I want to control her movements, and I want her to give me every ounce of power as I own her body.

Grace doesn’t hesitate. She bites my lip and pulls back, looking at me as she does it, then utters, “As you wish,” before dropping to the ground and taking my pants and boxers with her as she goes. She reaches for a pillow from the couch, moving it under her before lifting her chin up and looking at me with excitement. “Is this what you want?”

Her lips move around my cock and my legs tighten as her hot mouth pulls me deeper until I hit the back of her throat, the tip of my cock burning with pleasure, and then she slides me out with a pop of her lips.

Grunting, I try to keep myself still, not wanting to choke her. Yet. But it’s not enough. I need more. And when I wind my hand around her hair, pulling it lightly, and she moans, I know she can take it.

I use the bookcase to steady myself and she moves quicker, sucking and licking and circling her tongue while my hand controls her every move. I pull her back, watching as her hair strains a bit and her eyes water and then I push her forward so my cock is fully encased in her mouth, hot and wet, as her tongue massages the bottom of my shaft. The sounds of her gags, and the sight of her mascara coating her face almost stop me but when I try to pull back, Grace simply raises her eyes and shakes her head, a small smile pulling on her lips as she takes me deeper into her throat. That dirty smile will replay in my mind for years to come.

“Fuck, Grace, you better be ready to swallow,” I warn, but she’s relentless, keeping up the pace until I feel the first shot pouring out and hitting the back of her throat as I curse and praise her.

Panting, I look down at her. She looks awfully proud of herself, smiling brightly up at me. “Was that okay?”

It’s the way she says it, so earnest and sweet, that has me hauling her off her knees and wrapping her in my arms. “Yes.” I laugh as I kiss her hair. “Yes, it was more than fucking okay. Now do me a favor and hold on to the bookshelf and let me return the favor.”

Grace shakes her head. “You don’t have to do that.” But even as she says it, she allows me to pin her against the bookshelf, and her hands grip it tightly.

“Finally, you listen,” I say, lowering myself in front of her and pulling her pants down as I go. “Such a good girl when you want to be. Do you want me to suck this greedy little pussy, Grace?” I ask, as I lift one leg up over my shoulder and settle comfortably in front of her. When she doesn’t say anything in response, instead biting her lip and getting shy on me again, I press my tongue right on her pussy and lick her from bottom to top.

“Tell me how that feels, Grace.”

Her entire body shudders and she shakes her head. In a small voice, she stutters, “Wh-what?”

I lick her again, this time pressing my tongue inside her pussy, twirling it as I squeeze the flesh of her thigh between my fingers. She’s already wet from blowing me, and her sweet taste leaves me hard again.

I slap my hand against her thigh and squeeze tighter. “Tell me, Grace, how does it feel when I stick my tongue in your pussy.”

Her words come out breathy, “Oh, Cash, I don’t think I can take it.”

With my fingers, I rub her clit in slow, torturous circles as I work my tongue from front to back and she moans. “Oh, I think you can. Now tell me.”

Her head falls back, and I take her other leg over my other shoulder, balancing her completely as my mouth goes to town. Her grip tightens on the shelves as she holds on, and I push her back harder as she moans. “It feels soft…” she whimpers. “And my nipples are hard.”

“What else?” I say between swipes.

“And like my entire body is buzzing, like that first sip of champagne. I’m fucking lost in the way your tongue is playing with my clit.”

My eyes watch her as I continue sucking on her clit, pulling it in between my lips and flicking it with my tongue while she grips the bookcase and her thighs hold me in place.

I drag my thumb from her wet center to her ass and press in, and Grace curses under her breath as she rides my face and loses her words.

“How does that feel, baby?” I tease her slowly, not sure how much she can take, but she’s so wet she takes my finger deep and curses how good it feels.

“Oh fuck, Cash, so much pressure.” Her orgasm is almost instantaneous, and I feel her pulsing as I lick every last drop until she’s begging me to stop.

With her body practically limp, I let one leg down, steadying her before I place her other leg on the ground. Then I kiss up her stomach and stand up, pulling her against me and taking her mouth into mine. Grace moans into my mouth as her arms move around my body, pressing me as close as she can get. “Do you like how you taste?”

She smiles shyly.

“Don’t get shy on me now, Angel.”

“I need more, Cash; I need you inside me.”

I shake my head.“Let’s get you cleaned up and then we need to talk.”

Grace’s face falls. I know she was using sex to distract me. Tightening my arms around her, I give her a squeeze of comfort.“Grace, baby,” I say as I bite at her shoulder. She looks up at me and I see her hanging on by a thread. It kills me. I run my hand through her hair. I’m not sure if it’s for her comfort or my own. All I know is that I need to have every part of me touching every part of her to ground us to this moment. “What happened today?”

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