Whiskey and Sin
You offer me a drink, a wry smile playing on your lips as you hand me the glass. I take a sip, the sweet liquid coating my throat. I look at you, my eyes raking over your body. You're dressed in a suit, the fabric hugging your muscular form. I can see the outline of your cock, and I feel a thrill of excitement run through me.
"You look good enough to eat," I say, my voice husky.
You laugh, a deep, rich sound that makes my pussy clench. "I was hoping you'd say that."
You stand up, walking over to me. You wrap your arms around me, pulling me close. I can feel your hard cock pressed against my belly, and I moan, rubbing against you.
"I've been thinking about this all day," you confess, your breath hot against my ear. "About how good it's going to feel to be inside you."
I shiver, my nipples hardening in anticipation. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, and I know I'm ready for you.
You kiss me, your tongue delving into my mouth. I kiss you back, my hands tangling in your hair. You taste like whiskey and sin, and I can't get enough.
You break the kiss, trailing your lips down my neck. You nip at my skin, leaving a trail of bruises in your wake. I gasp, my pussy clenching.
"You like that?" you ask, your voice low and rough.
"Yes," I moan, my head falling back.
You continue to kiss and nip at my skin, making your way down to my breasts. You cup them in your hands, your thumbs brushing over my nipples. I moan, my back arching.
"You have such beautiful tits," you murmur, your mouth closing over one of my nipples.
I cry out, my hands gripping your shoulders. You suck and bite at my nipples, your tongue swirling around them. I'm writhing beneath you, my pussy wet and aching.
You move lower, your mouth trailing down my stomach. You kiss my belly button, your hands gripping my hips. You look up at me, your eyes dark with desire.
"I'm going to make you come so hard," you promise.
I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I'm so close, I can feel it building inside me.
You kiss my inner thighs, your tongue tracing a path up to my pussy. You look up at me, your eyes meeting mine. You lick my pussy, your tongue flicking over my clit. I cry out, my hands gripping the sheets.
"Fuck, you taste so good," you murmur, your tongue delving deeper.
You lick and suck at my pussy, your fingers fucking me. I'm moaning, my hips bucking. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, my muscles tensing.
"Come for me," you command, your voice low and rough.
And I do. I come hard, my pussy clenching around your fingers. You keep licking and sucking at me, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure.
You look up at me, a wicked smile on your lips. "That was just the beginning," you promise.
And you're right. You fuck me hard and fast, your cock pounding into me. I'm screaming, my nails digging into your back. You make me come again and again, until I'm a quivering, trembling mess.
You pull out, your cock covered in my cum. You stroke yourself, your eyes fixed on me. I watch, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You come, your cum shooting out in long, white ropes. It lands on my stomach, my breasts, my face.
You collapse next to me, your breathing ragged. I look at you, my eyes filled with adoration.
"That was incredible," I say, my voice trembling.
You smile, your eyes soft. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you say, your fingers tracing a path down my body.
And I did. I enjoyed every moment of it.
I look at you, my heart swelling with love. I know that I'll never get enough of you, that I'll always want more.
And I'm okay with that. Because with you, every moment is worth it. Every moment is worth savoring.
You offer me a drink, a wry smile playing on your lips as you hand me the glass. I take a sip, the sweet liquid coating my throat. I look at you, my eyes raking over your body. You're dressed in a suit, the fabric hugging your muscular form. I can see the outline of your cock, and I feel a thrill of excitement run through me.