Page 75 of Bourbon Sins
“Shit, sorry,” she said, as she wiped her eyes. “This bed was just so comfortable and then you were taking forever, so I thought, just shut your eyes for a second, but then I started dreaming about these giant, and I mean giant, unicorns that were coming up with their own version of Frisbee golf that involved strawberry frosted donuts. Frankly, I’m a little upset about the fact that I didn’t get to see who won the glitter troll trophy that was being guarded by a frisky little purple feline. God was that cat funny.” She sat on her knees as she continued to talk. “You know, it’s weird that the cat was purple, but not that weird because I mean, look around us, purple is always flooding my subconscious, not that I hate it or anything; it actually kind of turns me on, just like the cologne you wear, what is that? Some kind of Calvin Klein brand?” She leaned forward and sniffed the air in front of me.
A giant smile threatened to cross my face, but I refused myself the pleasure of showing her how much she entertained me with her uncensored mouth.
Instead, I pressed my finger over her lips and asked, “Are you done?”
She nodded her head and stared directly at me as she waited for my next move.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
She nodded her head and said with conviction, “I’m here to submit to you.”
A straight bolt of arousal hit me dead center as the words rolled off her tongue with ease. Every time she said those fine words, I instantly became excited that such a beautiful creature would so willingly hand herself over to me; it was fascinating and such a gift that I didn’t take it lightly.
I nodded as I turned, grabbed my remote and sat in a chair that was similar to the ones in the Toulouse Room, but a lot more comfortable.
“It’s time for you to dance for me, Lo,” I said, playing a slow seductive song for her to sway to.
She walked over to me and leaned over my lap, giving me an amazing view all the way down her dress from where it pulled away from her body. Thank you gravity. That’s when I noticed, she was wearing absolutely nothing under her dress, fucking nothing. My mouth grew dry at this revelation.
She leaned over and said, “I was hoping for something with a little higher tempo. Do you mind?” she asked, as she took away my touch screen remote to flip through my songs. The minute she saw what she wanted, she smiled, stepped away, and started playing the song.
Maneaterby Nelly Furtado started playing through the speakers and I smiled inwardly at her choice of song, the title not slipping past me. She was a maneater alright, fuck was she a maneater.
She set the remote down and made direct eye contact with me as she walked towards me with look of total annihilation crossing her features. She was out for blood, and it was me she was going to take it from. The minute she reached me, she placed both her hands on my thighs and spread them wide enough so she could easily fit between them. Then, she moved her hands up my body, all the while swaying to the beat of the song, which only helped her breasts sway to the rhythmic tune.
I was mesmerized. I watched her intently, focusing on every movement she made. Before I knew it, my shirt and tie were undone, exposing my bare chest for her greedy fingers. She ran her hands back down my chest and undid my belt, whipping it to the ground like a God damn dominatrix. Christ.
She leaned over and nibbled on my ear as she ran her hands up my chest, scraping my nipples and said, “Belts always seem to cut into me, I hope you don’t mind.”
I just shook my head no as she continued to torture my senses with her slow, methodic movements. She turned around, giving me a perfect view of the dimples that sat right above her ass. She backed up and was about to sit down when I noticed a mark on her back. My thumb rubbed over the heart-shaped spot in question.
“Birth mark,” she mumbled as she pushed down onto my lap. I wanted to look at it, observe the unique brand that only my little one had, but she didn’t let me. Instead, she draped her legs wide over mine and gathered her dress around her waist. She started to rock on my lap as I watched her slowly remove the tiny, diamond-encrusted scraps off her shoulders. They fell to her sides, exposing her entire back. She then proceeded to take the dress completely off and throw it to the side.
I was awarded with her bare naked body straddling my lap and working my cock like a damn stripper pole. She had a way with her hips that I had never experienced before, sending me into a full on aroused state. She leaned back so I had a great view of her front side and pushed against my chest with her back as she deeply ground her hips into mine.
Fucking unbelievable, was the only way to describe the way she was rocking my body.
The cleft of her ass was rubbing the apex of my arousal, and I didn’t know how much more of her dancing assault I could take. I could only now realize why Kace had such a hard time keeping his hands off of her; she was hypnotic. She had a fucking man-eating pussy.
She grabbed my hands and ran them along her sides and brought them up to her breasts. She moaned as she made me squeeze her hardened nipples. Once she was pleased with the way I touched her, she moved one of my hands down to the valley between her legs. She momentarily dipped one of my fingers into her cleft, making me hiss out my appreciation. She was soaked.
Releasing my hands, she continued to grind my lap with enough pressure to pop a beer bottle open. She bent forward and put her hands on my feet, giving me the most erotic view of her ass and arousal as she continued to thrust her hips into mine.
“Fuck . . .” I breathed out, as a light sweat caressed the top layer of my skin. I tried not to explode in my pants from the almost pornographic sight in front of my face. The way her hips swayed against my lap and the view of her tight hole in my face had me begging for her to lift back up, or else I was going to lose all my restraint.
“Little one, please.”
She snapped up and quickly turned around on my body before I even knew what was happening. She wrapped her hands around my neck and continued to flow with the music. I watched her tits bounce with her body, and the juncture between her thighs meet my pressing cock. Her head was thrown back in rapture as she continued to move along my body.
She never made eye contact with me; she was lost in the music and the sensation rocking through both of our bodies. I couldn’t blame her, she was magnetic.
In one quick motion, her body flew back, in a crab walk sort of way so her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands touched the ground behind her, exposing herself to me once again. From this angle, I got to see everything as she rocked her hips against mine. One push against my cock and I was gone, I needed her.
“Stop,” I ordered. She lifted her body off the ground and I watched her tight abs contract as her face lifted to meet mine. She was a sight to watch.
“Too much?” she asked self-consciously.”
“Not enough,” I said as I grabbed her and brought her to the bed. “I need to be inside of you when I come, and your little dance has me on the verge of releasing everywhere.”
