Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Grabbing the Gray Goose with my free hand, I pour it into her navel and her pussy before slowly inserting it into her wet, open cunt, pushing the ice cubes in further.
I chuckle as Cash grips the edges of my desk and pushes her sweet cunt up. “Look at my little whore, desperate to get her holes stuffed. I bet if I made you horny enough, you’d go out in that bar and let any man shove his dick in you until he blows his hot load.”
Her eyes widen, but the heaving of her chest and her dripping cunt tells me my dirty talk sets her on fire. One thing I’ve learned about my girl is the filthier the talk, the hotter she becomes.
I move my fingers in and out of her ass as I push the bottle further into her cunt, salivating as the liquor pours inside her. The more she thrashes, the harder my cock gets. Now, the monster is rattling its cage to break free.
I maintain a rhythmic speed with my fingers as her muffled moans become louder, drowning the noise of the crowded bar on the other side of the door. I fuck her until her body writhes and she shakes. With my fingers in her ass, I drop to my knees. Replacing the bottle with my mouth, I drink from her pussy, letting her cream and the vodka drench my face.
Cash’s hips buck, and her legs close firmly around my throat, almost choking me with the sheer force of their grip. If I die right now, I’ll be content because nothing, and I mean nothing, is as divine as the taste of her sweet cunt.
“How rude of me, Sparrow,” I say as I shove another ice cube into her pussy. “I should’ve offered you a drink. Let me just fix that.”
I push the lip of the bottle into her cunt again and pour more vodka into her. I pump the bottle into her wet pussy a few times and hold the glass under her ass. “Push it out.”
Dislodging the bottle, I watch as liquid trickles out, followed by two pieces of half-melted ice.
Chapter 14
Cash
The way Gunner manipulates my body is God-like. He doesn’t show mercy in these moments, giving me things I didn’t know I wanted. He knows my body and desires so well that I wonder if he can read my mind. His words of utter humiliation flip a switch inside me, turning me on without even touching me.
Lifting my head, I see the arrogant look on his face masking his need. His nostrils flare and his pupils dilate as he gazes between my spread legs at my pussy. His impressive cock is hard, a clear indication of his discomfort and need.
Gunner holds up the martini glass in one hand while his other is busy with my ass. He maneuvers his fingers in me so nonchalantly, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. His confidence and ease are so damn attractive. He doesn’t care about how others react. He lives his life for himself, something I admire and envy.
His fingers move out of my ass, and a hushed sorrow befalls me. The emptiness I knew before him is a heavy weight on my heart. I never thought sex with another person could fill the barren holes in my soul, but it does with Gunner.
The vacant feeling is short-lived as his hot tongue invades me. The act is taboo and unnerving. I’ve never had a man lick my ass before, but Gunner has his tongue in there, lapping like a man dying of thirst who’s found water. My head falls back, and I relax with the melodic movement of his long, hot tongue. I wonder if Gene Simmons would feel insecure around Gunner’s tongue.
“Fuck, even your ass tastes good,” he growls like an animal.
Cool air hits my ass, and I shiver. Resting on my elbows, I stare at Gunner, emotion and lust consuming me. Gunner opens the lube and pours a generous amount on my ass and his cock. I don’t know when he pulled down his pants, being so far gone in my lust, but I’m glad he did.
He holds the Martini glass to my lips. “You look thirsty, cum dump. Open up.”
The cool glass presses against my lips, and I open. Gunner tips the glass, and the liquor burns a trail down my throat.
“Good girl.”
Gunner praises me as easily as he degrades me. But what shocks me is how my body responds to both, like when he made me come the other day. I’ve never responded to sweet touches and kind words during sex, but I come undone so easily with him.
He notices my starved stare as his tattooed hand glides from the tip of his cock, where his piercing gleams, to the base of his shaft.