Page 53 of Bourbon Sins
“You’re so tight; you feel so good.”
I pushed my fingers in deeper and placed my thumb on her clit, her warmth sucking me in, the soft feel of her body fucking enchanting me.
Watching her cues, wanting to show her just how good it could be in the Bourbon Room with me, I held my fingers in place and didn’t move. “Now, little one, usually I like to have music playing while we play, but tonight, I wanted to hear your cries of pleasure for the first time as my music. So let me hear you. I want you to show me how well I please you, but I only want sincerity. Do you understand?”
She nodded her head as she squirmed some more, trying to make my hand move in and out of her.
Giving her what she wanted, what she craved, hell, what I craved, I moved my fingers inside of her with my classic scooping motion that touched her g-spot in exactly the right area. I could tell I was pleasing her because the moment my fingers started curling up, a scream of ecstasy escaped her mouth as her chest lifted off the table.
I continued to dig inside of her and press down on her clit at the same time as I stroked her nipple. I was playing her like an instrument and making her scream, the most glorious sound I had ever heard.
“Oh God, please, please . . .” she pleaded. “Release me Jett, please.”
I picked up the pace, sending my hand into a frenzy with her pussy as I dug deeper. With every thrust, she cried out louder and louder until her entire body shook in euphoric shudders. Her hands were covering her eyes as she screamed. Her screams subsided, her body melted into the table, and her arms fell back down to her sides as her chest heaved. I was tempted to lower myself and play with her pussy with my tongue, but knew I just gave her an all-consuming orgasm that would sedate her completely, and I was right.
When I removed myself from her, she was spent on the table and I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous in my life. I picked her up, wanting her a little closer, and brought her over to the sofas, where I held her on top of my lap. Why I continued to hold her, I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to look into it; I just wanted to make sure my little one was okay.
She rested her head against my chest as I took in the sweet smell of her soft, silky hair.
“How are you feeling?” I murmured.
“Mmm.”
“I take that as good,” I chuckled.
“Thank you, Jett.”
“You don’t have to thank . . .”
She lifted her head and put her finger over my mouth. “No, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You saved me and I owe you everything.”
“You owe me nothing, little one.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I owe you absolutely everything. I know I can’t give you much, but what I can give you is my body.”
“I don’t want your body the way you’re offering it. I want everything to be consensual between us. I don’t want you to think you can pay me back with your body because, if that’s the case, I can’t have you up here in the Bourbon Room. This room is for me to pleasure you. It pleases me, watching you come apart on my fingers, it will pleasure me to see you scream my name when I have you chained to the bed, writhing in ecstasy, and it will pleasure me the first time I get to taste you. Your body is not for my pleasure. Your body is foryourpleasure.”
She nodded in understanding and then rubbed her face against my bare chest.
Fuck, what was I doing? This was not normal protocol. Seeing myself getting in way too deep, I carefully set her on the couch and stood up in front of her, putting a decent amount of distance between us. Decent enough that I’m not itching to bring her back into my chest and hold her all night.
“Good luck tonight, Lo. I’ll tell Kace you’re ready to be on the stage. You’ve earned it.”
Her eyes lit up with excitement and, before I could stop her, she jumped into my arms and hugged me. Her warm embrace captivated me to the point that I wrapped my arms around her as well and hugged her back. I was royally and utterly screwed.
“Just remember, I am the only man in your life. No one else.” I don’t know why I felt I needed to remind her, but with her tiny body wrapped around me, her warm embrace knocking down my barriers, I had to stake my claim in some way.
“I don’t need anyone else.”
And fuck if that doesn’t make me hard once again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Dust to Dust”
GOLDIE / LO
The smell of freshly-brewed coffee drifted through the air as I started to wake from the sex-induced coma I was in from last night. I only had one orgasm, but fuck if it wasn’t the best orgasm of my life . . . and the man only used his damn fingers.
