Something Real (Whiskey Men, #2)(27)

“Ford, please,” I beg him.

He doesn’t make me wait. His finger strokes through my slick, wet folds, and he groans. “You’re soaked, baby. Fuck, you’re going to feel so good wrapped around my dick.”

His words are muffled, but I hear him before he dives in, licking me, tasting me, suckling me like an obsessed man that was just handed everything he wants.

With each stroke of his tongue across my clit, my body shakes. He’s relentless, and when I can’t take it any longer, he pumps two fingers into me while he sucks my clit into his mouth. I grab on to the arms of the chair and squeeze as an orgasm wracks through my body.

He doesn’t let up. It’s like he wants everything I’m willing to give. He brings me to the edge again, and with one hand, I wrap my fingers around his hair. I don’t know if I’m trying to pull him away or hold him to me. Maybe a little bit of both because what he’s doing to my body is too intense and all-consuming.

I can’t hold it in. The scream is loud, and my body jerks uncontrollably as another orgasm takes over.





Ford





Knowing that it’s my name she’s shouting as I give her pleasure is like nothing I’ve felt before. She’s barely recovered from the two orgasms and I’m lifting her up, pressing my mouth to hers. Her orgasm coats my chin and beard, but she doesn’t seem to mind it. Her tiny whimpers and the way she’s rocking her body against mine tells me she likes the taste of herself on my tongue.

I lift her easily from the chair. I may have blocked the rooms on this floor, but I still don’t want to chance anyone hearing her satisfied moans. That sound is only for me. No one else.

I carry her inside, using my foot to close the sliding door. As soon as it’s shut behind us, I carry Lily to my bedroom and lay her back on the bed.

She’s watching me through hooded eyes, and I’m breathing like I just ran a mile. I’m completely on edge, and I know it’s only because I need to be inside her. Nothing in me is going to be settled or satisfied until I’ve claimed her completely.

I lean over her, searching her eyes. “I need to be inside you, Lily. I don’t want to wait, and I don’t want anything between us.”

She seems dazed as she nods her head.

I put my hand on the side of her face, rubbing my thumb along her jawline. “I want to feel you, Lily. I want to feel you clamp down on me… I want it all.”

She nods, blinking.

Fuck. “Lily, honey, tell me if you’re okay with this.”

She nods. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

My hips jerk because she’s giving me the okay. I’m so hard right now, I struggle getting my shorts down over my erect manhood. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in two years... since I met you.”

I don’t know why I said it, but I wanted her to know. She needs to know that I haven’t even looked at another woman since she walked into Blaze Whiskey.

I see the second that she gets the gist of what I’m saying. Her eyes widen, and she raises up on her elbows. “Two years? You haven’t—”

I shake my head. “Not since I laid eyes on you, Lily. There’s no way I could.”

Her mouth drops, and she closes it quickly before shaking her head in disbelief. “But all the women that hit on you, that ask you out, that practically chase you—”

I cut her off with a kiss. It’s a kiss that’s meant to make her forget about all that. I saw the pain in her eyes when she was talking about those other women. I wish I could make her understand that no one matters to me but her.

I reluctantly end the kiss and rest my forehead on hers. “I don’t want to think about anyone or anything except for this right here. Me and you, Lily. Right now, that’s all that matters to me.”

I see the question in her eyes, but she doesn’t put voice to it. I put my palm at her pussy and whisper to her, “Now are you going to let me claim you? Take you like I want to?”

She nods, letting out a pant of breath.

I shake my head. “Words, Lily. Tell me.”

Her voice is husky. “Yes, Ford. I want you inside me. I want to make you feel what you’ve made me feel. I want to feel you inside me, and I want to be the one you’re thinking of when you lose control.”

“Fuck.” I grind out the word between my clenched teeth. Just hearing her talk that way has my balls drawing up and cum leaking from my tip.

I draw her knees up and position myself at her entrance. I push into her slowly, taking my time, wanting to revel in it all, but I can’t hold back. As soon as I feel her channel tightening around me, I want to thrust my hips and stake my claim on her. Every muscle in my body is pulled tight as I try to hold myself back.

She lifts her hips, and her heels dig into my back. “Yes,” she moans. “Please, Ford. Don’t stop.”

I grunt in agreement, but I can’t get any words out. There’s no way I can stop now. I’ve felt her pussy, warm and soft, wrapped around my dick. No, I won’t be stopping until she’s coming on my dick and screaming my name again.

I push a little more into her, and she huffs in frustration. “Don’t hold back, Ford. I want to see you lose control… I want all of you, exactly how you are.”