Page 51 of Whiskey Pain


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I break away, panting. “You’re overdressed.”

Piper holds her arms up. “Help me out then.”

I want to savor every exposed inch of her skin, but the fire in my belly is growing wild. If I linger too long, we’ll both burn up.

I toss her shirt over my shoulder and tear down the cup of her bra. Her breast spills out, and I take her nipple into my mouth.

“Oh,” she sighs, fisting her hands in my hair.

Her back arches and it could be a painting. This moment. This woman. Artists should capture the way she is bent in ecstasy.

I reluctantly tear my eyes away so I can shift down her body, swirling my tongue around her belly button, nipping at her hip bone. Then I slide to the end of the bed and pull her jeans down.

I stare up the length of her figure. “Fucking incredible.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m about to have sex with you.” She smiles and rests a protective hand over her stomach.

No, I’m saying it because I’ve never wanted to claim someone as mine so much in my life.

Because you might be carrying my baby.

Because even after all the shit I’ve put you through, you’re still here.

I massage my hands up her thighs and around her waist as I crawl back over her. “I don’t waste words on empty flattery, Piper.”

“Oh, no?” Her eyebrow arches.

I suck on her breast, depositing lazy kisses across her skin and up her neck until her jaw is between my teeth.

“No,” I say. “I can make love without it.”

I don’t give her time to register what I just said—I slip a hand between our bodies and drag my finger through the pooling dampness between her thighs. Her breath hitches, and she bucks into my palm. When I slide two fingers into her and curl them against her insides, she lets out a low moan.

“I—I—” She babbles for a moment, then shakes her head and sighs. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

Her muscles grip my fingers tightly as I pulse in and out, driving her closer to breathlessness and incoherence. When I pass my thumb over her clit, her mouth parts in a cry.

“How many noises can you make?” I whisper. “How many moans do you have? I want to hear them. I want to hear every last fucking one of them, no matter how long it takes.”

She blushes pink, but she can’t stop from crying out again when I slip another finger into her.

“Timofey. I’m going to—I want you inside of me.” Her hips lift off the mattress, grinding down on my fingers.

I flick my tongue over her pebbled nipple, drawing another strangled sound out of her throat. “There will be time for that later. Right now, this is all for you.”

She starts to argue, but I increase the pace, pulsing and rubbing and flicking until Piper can’t hold back. She tosses her head to the side, burying her scream in a pillow as her body clamps down around my fingers.

My fingers are soaked as they work in and out of her thrashing body, escorting her down from the high until she’s sweaty and limp in the already mussed sheets.

I kiss her hip bone and slide my fingers out of her. She shivers at the stimulation. Then she grabs my arms and yanks me up her body. Between kisses, she gives her review.

“Best. Birthday. Ever.”

I smile. “And to think, it’s not over yet.”

The sleepy smile on her face sharpens. Her eyes brighten with mischief, and before I can comprehend what she’s doing, she grabs my cock and presses it to her entrance.

“Take me,” she whispers. “Don’t make me wait. I want you now. Like this.”

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