“Mmm-hmm, interesting, and which category do you fall under?”
He looks up at me and blows me a kiss.
“Whichever one you want me too.”
“Really, Whiskey?” I smile naughtily. “Is your dick bored again, because if it is, I may just be able to fix it.”
He smiles back and rubs his stubble in thought, his baby blues dancing with dirty thoughts I can see written all over his sexy face.
“You been checked lately?” he asks, eyeing me over.
“What the fuck, Pax? I could ask you the same shit.”
“No, you can’t. I haven’t been with anyone besides you since the waitress back in December, and rumor has it you fucked that little weasel Donny the other night.”
“Danny,” I correct, “and so what? We used protection, for your information, I stole that shit off Satan, and it’s not like you stuck around to remedy my craving.”
His expression says he can tell I’m pissed he would think otherwise, considering he knows he’s the only man I’ll ever fuck without a condom.
Taking the beer mug from my hand, he lifts my chin and kisses my lips the way only he knows how which ignites a fire in my stomach.
“I had to ask, so don’t get all mad, and you know I try not to stick around when you’re drunk, Vixen. Now come sit on this dick and I promise I’ll give you the orgasm he couldn’t.”
Still mad, I grab his dick firmly and rub it through his jeans, not surprised he’s hard. I’m even more pissed because I know he’s right; nobody fucks me the way he does.
“How about I sit on your face instead and you get me off like a real man since you want to act like a bitch and accuse me of shit you know I wouldn’t do.”
Without warning, the beer mug nails the floor behind him and shatters. Seems I’ve pushed his buttons.
I step over the glass, ignoring his tantrum and start to pick up the larger shards.
“Leave it the fuck alone, and stand up,” he growls, jerking me up from the floor. “Do you see the shit you make me do? I told you… to get. On. My. Dick. So, get on!”
Now we’re talking.
He doesn’t even give me a minute to argue before he unbuttons my shorts, jerks them down, and lifts me onto the counter. I start to kiss him needfully; his stubble is rough as hell against my face and his tongue whiskey-riddled as I run my fingers down the back of his head and snap the elastic from his hair. No sooner does he get his pants undone and slam his hard cock into me as I brace myself with one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping the countertop.
“Jesus fuck! Yeah, that’s it, just like this,” I muster out.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I know what you like. Spread those legs wider for me.”
I spread them further to accommodate his thick body as he continues to fuck me, both of us panting as I arch my back and buck my hips to meet his thrusts.
Taking a fistful of my hair, he yanks my head back as he continues to fuck me harder while he kisses my neck and whispers in my ear.
“I know you want it rougher, Kirsten. You deserve to get properly fucked, so get down and turn around. I want to see your ass. I’m going to fuck this little pussy from behind until you scream.”
Fuck me, he always knows what I need!
He pulls out as my heart beats mercilessly and I hop down to give the man his ask.
There is no hesitation with him as he spins me around and shoves himself inside me, stretching me to take in his width. Now he really starts to move, pounding me so hard it hurts, the way I like it. I close my eyes taking in every ounce of his hedonism.
My legs are shaking and seizing as the sheer size of his broad, unyielding body bears down behind me while his fingers work over my clit like it’s a fucking guitar solo.
“Shit yes! Hold that rhythm! Fuck, I’m so close!”
I can feel myself on the verge of releasing as I rip his hair knowing, he’ll fuck me harder because of it.
He growls and slams into me with brute force; every muscle in my body is twitching and my mind is spinning as I pant out in gibberish while pushing back to meet his every assault.
“Yeah, girl. Fuck this dick,” he groans. “Take every fucking inch, I want this pussy broken when I’m done with you.”
His words are hot on my neck as I start to climax and dig my nails into his thigh, riding it out as he continues into me relentlessly. As my orgasm begins to subside, he continues tormenting my clit as he holds me steady against the counter not letting me move.
I pant, breathless. “I’m good, you can stop rubbing it now.”
“No,” he hisses, “you’re gonna come again, so breathe through it while I fuck you, because I said broken and I damn well meant it.”
Those words rush through my body as I focus on his fingers and I breathe through the pleasure mounting pain of his unbending pace.
It’s a sweet torture he can produce for me every time.
“Fuck!” I moan. I’m almost whining as he smacks my ass hard, the sound echoing as I feel my climax start to mount.
“That’s it, baby.” With each continuous thrust, he speaks a word. “Let. Me. Hear. You. Moan.”
Gripping the counter with both hands, I start to convulse, every body part twinging on edge as I gasp for air, embracing the second orgasm as it roars
