Page 94 of Bourbon Deceit
“I don’t know if you deserve my cock today.”
“I do,” I said breathlessly.
“How so? I heard that you watched Diego’s act when you weren’t supposed to. He’s very sensitive about them right now and doesn’t appreciate an audience.”
“He doesn’t or you don’t?” I asked, mentally slapping myself for starting controversy.
His hand tweaked my nipple and I screamed out loud from the pleasure.
“Don’t question me, little one. Another comment like that and I’ll be leaving this room, taking your orgasm with me.”
Now that would be the worst idea ever, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Tell me, what did you do today to deserve my cock?”
I racked my brain to think of something good, something that would guarantee me a good pounding, but nothing was coming to mind. My brain went blank, and I blamed it on the man who was underneath me, breathing into my ear, making me forget everything, even my fucking name.
“Honestly, I can’t think of anything because you have my gut and mind all twisted together from the way your breath caresses my skin. You make my heart beat faster and my brain slow down, Jett. There is no stopping it when you’re around me.”
He hummed in my ear and said, “Good answer, little one.”
His hand slid down my side and lifted me up temporarily so he could grab his cock and slide it into me. With the first touch that caressed me, I moaned and flew my head back to find his lips attacking mine at the same time. His hand ran down my stomach and started to massage my clit as his tongue danced with mine.
He filled me perfectly but he didn’t move his hips, he just played me like an instrument instead. His body heat filled my senses and turned me warm to my very core. He was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he moved his spare hand across my breasts. “Press against the bottom of the chair, little one, and start moving me in and out of you.”
I used my leverage against the chair to thrust my hips, and it was so fucking good. Too fucking good. My back arched as I pumped myself and set a pace that was going to get me off in seconds from the pressure of his cock and the way his finger ran against my clit.
“Oh, Jett,” I groaned. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck, giving me more leverage and letting me pump harder. His chest tightened under me, letting me know that he was just as close as I was.
His breathing became heavy and his lips were kissing me now on my shoulder, nibbling on me.
A burning sensation started at the pit of my belly and every last nerve ending I had fluttered with a blinding sensation that traveled from my toes to my pussy.
“Jett!” I screamed as I fell over the edge and pounded up and down on top of him. His hands left their stations and gripped my hips. His head flew forward and he bit down on my shoulder as his body tensed and he groaned out his pleasure while rapidly moving my hips up and down.
When he released my shoulder, he lowered his head and I lowered my body over his. His arms wrapped around my waist, not breaking our most intimate connection. His lips found my temple and kissed it lightly.
“It’s always so fucking perfect with you, Goldie. No matter what I do, it’s always so goddamn perfect.”
He gathered me up in his arms and brought me over to the bench, where there was a robe for me. He was about to put it on when his brow creased and he dropped the robe. His hand went to my shoulder and he said, “Did I bite you?”
A little giggle popped out of my mouth. “You kind of did.”
“Jesus, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He rubbed my shoulder and examined his bite mark. “God, I don’t remember doing that at all.”
“I’m fine. I actually kind of liked it.”
“You did?” he asked, all cute-like.
“I did. It turned me on, not that I needed to be any more turned on than I already was.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled lazily at me as he grabbed the robe and wrapped me up in it. He grabbed one for himself as well and walked me to the door of the Bourbon Room.
“Are you going to send me back to Diego’s?” I asked as he tucked my clothes under his arm.
“No, little one. Now that you’re here, there is no way you’re going back until the sun comes up. You’re mine for the night. We’re going to your room. I need to feel your skin against mine as we fall asleep. You’ve turned me into an insomniac when you’re not around. I need some sleep.”
