Page 108 of Whiskey Wednesdays
“That’s it. My good, sweet girl.”
“I’m not your sweet girl today, McCoy. I’d just as soon rip your balls off.”
He grinned and pulled his cock out, then ran it through my wet slit, snagging it at my opening. “I need them first.”
“Oh, God,” I panted. My head arched back.
“No.” He put a hand behind my head and pulled me up a little. “You’re going to watch me pound into your hot, wet cunt until you scream my name and beg me to go harder.”
Then Connor bent his legs and surged into me. I cried out. He let go of my head and pulled my bra down under my breasts as he thrust into me over and over.
I propped my elbows up on the table so I could watch him slam into me. He leaned over and wrapped his mouth around my shoulder blade and sucked and bit.
The bite of pain pushed me higher. “Please. I need to feel you deep.”
His hips crashed into mine, and my body jolted with each savage thrust. He paused to pull up my hips, giving him a better angle. Then he stroked my clit. My orgasm started building, and I thrust back at him. The sight of him holding me up so he could pound into me made my stomach clench and my thoughts scatter, as lust and need coursed through me.
His teeth worried my nipples, and he pulled and licked at them until they were tender and aching. He wasn’t gentle, and I knew he’d leave marks. But I wanted him to mark me.
Before I orgasmed, he pulled out and lifted me off the table to turn me around. I pushed him back a little, and bent down to take his cock in my mouth. I could taste myself on him. Connor threw his head back and groaned. I sank to my knees and cupped his testicles tightly while I sucked and licked him. I wasn’t gentle either. After taking him in the back of my throat a few times, he pulled me off.
“That feels so fucking good. But when I come, it’s going to be deep inside you,” he hissed.
He pulled me up, then turned my body around and positioned me over the table. Placing his palm in the center of my back, he pushed my legs further apart with his knees and slammed into me again. My feet came off the floor, and I cried out as pleasure and a little pain surged through my core.
Leaning over my back, Connor wrapped his large hand around the front of my throat and squeezed gently. “You’re going to tighten around my cock when you want to come.”
Our scents mingled and surrounded me, and the feel of his hand at my neck, his chest at my sweaty back, and the slappingsounds of his hips powering into me overwhelmed my senses. Then he worked his hand between my legs and rubbed on my clit.
An orgasm surged through me, and I keened high and long as I locked around him. He snarled and thrust into me almost brutally until his hips locked, and he shot his hot semen deep inside.
We lay across the table for a few moments, panting into the silence. When he finally lifted off me and helped me stand, I grabbed the table for a minute to steady myself.
He held me until I caught my breath. As the lust faded, reality started creeping in.
Sighing, he set his chin on the top of my head. “Will you come back and work this out with me?”
I tensed in his arms, remembering my anger and hurt. But I wanted to try, and I’d missed him so much.
“I can’t promise that, but I’ll try. And we do need to talk. I’ll come back until my apartment is fixed, and we’ll see what happens after that.” I needed to protect my battered heart.
He let out a quiet breath, nodded, and hugged me to him.
That evening, we ate dinner with my dad. While Connor helped Elodie put her birthday party loot away, Dad and I got dinner ready.
He studied me as I set the table. “Are you okay? You look a little better.”
I blushed but nodded. “We talked, and I think we’re going to try and work things out.”
“You think? Or you know?” he asked.
Sighing, I set the silverware down and leaned my hip against the table. “I don’t know anything anymore, Dad. I feel conflicted, and just so… mad at him for not telling me. But when I’m with him I feel happy, like I belong. I’m so confused.”
He walked over and wrapped an arm around me. “That sounds a lot like love. If you didn’t love him, would you be so mad?”
I blew out a breath. “Probably not.”
He smiled gently. “Sounds about right. He may be older than you, but I don’t think he’s had a lot of love in his life. He’s probably learning too.”
