Page 101 of Bourbon Kingdom
Needing to be naked for him, I took off my shorts and tossed those to the side as well. Jett cleared his throat as I moved closer to him and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and straddled his lap, allowing my knees to hold my weight as I used Jett as my personal stripper pole.
With my signature movement, I started to rotate my hips just right so I was stroking his hardened length perfectly. I looked down at Jett, whose eyes were fixed on my exposed lower half, watching my every movement. He was biting his lip, as if trying to hold in obscenities that wanted to escape.
His hands glided up my thighs, making me moan out loud; it was a movement I couldn’t pretend didn’t affect me because once his hands finished moving up my thighs, they hovered right above my heated core. My pussy was throbbing, fucking throbbing, begging for the man, needing there to be no material between us.
When I thought his hands were going to work their way down south, they actually travelled north, up my sides, lightly gliding over my ribs and just under my breasts, where his fingers played with the soft and sensitive skin.
Fuck me.
He made small movements, movements that didn’t seem like much, but between the combination of my pussy rubbing against his dick and his small touches, I was about to scream in frustration. I wanted it all; I didn’t want to be teased.
Needing more, I ran my other hand down his stomach and to the waistband of his briefs. I pulled away for a second so I could release him from his confines, but before I could grab ahold of what I really wanted, Jett flipped me on the bed and straddled my body so he could hover above me.
“How wet are you?” he asked, in that dominant voice I craved.
“Very,” I said in a breathless heroine-type voice that you only hear in fifties movies.
Scanning my body, he took a deep breath and asked, “Do you want this?”
“More than anything.”
“The whole package? Everything that’s fucked up about me. You want this?”
“Yes,” I nodded my head and placed my hand on his cheek. “I want this.”
With a curt nod, Jett grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. “Do not fucking move those, do you hear me?”
I was pretty sure my “burning loins” heard him and submitted.
I watched as the man pulled off his briefs and tossed them on the floor. Oh, hell yes, this is what I needed; this is what we needed. Fuck talking right now, we needed to talk with our bodies.
Jett’s mouth found mine in a frenzy of heated passion. He kissed with force, with meaning, with the idea that this was it, we were it for each other. His lips were to the point of bruising mine; he was so rough, so possessive, but I wanted it, I wanted him to brand me, to make me his. I needed the reassurance.
Yes, we still had things we needed to talk about. Jett still had issues he needed to work through, but I was positive we could work through them together.
So much for my no-sex policy. That lasted a good couple of hours. I have so much willpower it’s overwhelming . . . not.
His hands ran up my arms and then back down, sending chills up my spine. His fingers grazed the sides of my breasts, making a world of wet flow between my legs. With one small touch, he had me wiggling in place, searching for him to take me.
His hands continued a journey down my sides to my hips, where they rested and pulled them up. He moved forward ever so slightly so the tip of his cock just barely grazed my pussy. I wanted to fucking scream, to grab his dick and shove it inside of me, but that would mean moving my arms, and hell if I was going to do that. So, instead, I let him torture me.
Releasing my lips, he pulled up and looked down at me with the sexiest smile I had ever seen, like he was showing me how beyond happy he was that I was his. I watched in fascination as he grabbed his cock and started moving it up and down my slickness, gathering it all at the tip of his cock. He tortured my clit with small movements, little thrusts until I screamed.
“God! Please,” I begged, on the verge of happy tears. I just wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside of me; there was nothing I wanted more.
“Patience, Little One.”
Fuck his patience, he could take his patience and shove it up his dick hole as a cork to see how it felt not being able to orgasm when you wanted.
Continuing the torture, I watched the veins in Jett’s neck pop as he tried to hold onto the little control he had left. I could see the moment he cracked, when I moved my hips just at the right time when his cock was close to my hole, allowing him in just enough. With a growl sprouting from his chest, he dropped down over me and thrust his cock inside.
“Fuck!” I screamed, trying to keep my arms above my head, but wanting to wrap them around him.
He filled me perfectly, to the point where I didn’t think he could go any deeper, but with a tilt of my hips, he did. He found that one spot that could make me shake my leg and start spewing obscenities. With each stroke, he hit the spot and made the orgasm that was slowly building up come forward like a tidal wave.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I told him, not being able to hold on too long.
“Me too,” he grunted, surprising me. The man always lasted longer than this.
