Becoming the Whiskey Princess Page 30


Pulling in deep breath, I manage to say, “My God, mo stór, what the hell are ya doing? Driving me insane, yeah?”

“I want you,” is all she says before she takes my mouth with hers.

Unable to comprehend what she is saying, I allow her to kiss the hell out of me, but when her hand comes under my shirt, her fingers dancing along the muscles of my stomach, I can’t breathe. Pulling away once more, I look up at her, completely hanging on by a thread.

“Amberlyn, love, what are you doing?”

“I want you,” she says again against my lips, her fingers still sliding along my hot skin.

“Here?”

“Here.”

“Now?”

As she grinds against me, her eyes dark with desire, she nods slowly. In a husky way, something I’ve never heard come from her sweet lips, she whispers, “Right now, not a second later.”

Ah, shite.

I’m a fucking goner.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I watch as his eyes widen, and I’m surprised I said it. I just want him so bad. My whole body is on fire; my heart is pounding so hard, I am worried it is gonna crack my ribs. My breathing is labored and I feel as if I’ve run a thousand miles. I am dripping with arousal for this man and I am ready. We’ve been playing this little game of wanting each other for way too long, and yeah, we are in a field with horses eating some grass, but honestly, I don’t care. I know his mom or anyone could walk up on us right now, but those thoughts couldn’t be further from my mind.

It’s time.

Before anything else can leave either of our lips, he rolls us over, coming down solidly between my legs. He is so hard, and I love the feel of him. I can’t wait for him to be inside me, and by the feel of it, I’m not going to have to wait much longer. Going onto his knees, he throws his shirt up and over his head and onto the grass. I take in his strong chest, the abs, and the little trail of blond that leads down into his pants. Good God, he is gorgeous.

Lifting me up, he pulls my shirt off then my bra, but just as his mouth is about to drop to my breast, he pauses, looking up at me, his mouth a breath away from my nipple. “Stop me now, love, or I won’t be stopping.”

“Don’t stop,” I pant, pressing my breast into his mouth.

His hand takes ahold of my other breast as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his other hand holding it in place as he feasts on me. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as he sucks and nibbles on me in the most delectable way. I’m not sure if it is my arousal or the heat from the sun, but I am burning up. When he leaves my right breast for my left, I cry out from the breeze hitting my breast. My pussy clenches in response, my whole body shaking with anticipation of him inside of me.

I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m freaking out, but I don’t care. I need him. I need this.

I lie back and he kisses down my stomach, pausing where my jeans start. Sitting up, he unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down with my panties. Kissing my center, he dips his tongue inside me. Opening me, he buries his face between my wet lips and ruthlessly flicks his tongue along my clit. I squirm under his mouth, crying out and digging my fingers into the blanket, needing something to hold on to before I rocket off the damn blanket. When his fingers enter me, I almost scream from the sheer feeling of something inside me. It’s the first time he’s done that, and soon he is fucking me with his fingers, my whole body shaking out of control. The pleasure is unbelievable, and it’s not long before I am writhing under his mouth, crying out his name as he licks up the length of my pussy, his fingers slowing inside me. My body shakes from the aftershocks of my orgasm as he stands, tearing his jeans off and then his boxers.

He is erect and I’m breathless at the sight. While I had it in my mouth not even a week ago, there is something about him standing above me, his cock hard and long, the blue sky behind him, and the sun glistening against his sweaty skin. He sure is a sight to see.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper and he smiles, his skin dark red in splotches on his body. I can see where my nails dug into his shoulders, and I worry I might have hurt him, but his face shows nothing but want.

“I was thinking the same thing,” he says as he comes down on top of me. Lying against me, he kisses my jaw, my chin, and my mouth as my heart just pounds out of control.

It’s about to happen.

I’m about to lose my virginity.

Closing my eyes, tears sting as his mouth moves with mine. When he pulls away, I open them to watch as he sits up, his hand coming behind my knee, opening me wider to him. He sends me a grin and asks, “Ya ready, mo stór?”

I don’t say anything; I bite my lip as I nod. Holding my gaze, he smiles again, taking my face with his other hand.

“I love you.”

That eases some of my panic and I smile back. “I love you too.”

Leaning down, he kisses me, long and with so much passion, I almost cry. He loves me so much, and Lord knows, I love him too. When he pulls away, I want to beg him to come back, but then he is putting a condom on, his hands shaking. I want to smile at the sight of him but I, too, am shaking with lust. I watch as he takes his cock in his hand and he directs it inside me. Closing my eyes, I listen as he groans while I take him inch by painful inch. My body feels as if it is being ripped apart from the inside. I want to push him out, but I know it’s tough the first time. That it gets better. So I bite my lip as my body goes taut. I’m worried he won’t fit, but soon he is completely inside me, filling me in ways I’ve never been filled, and I can feel his hard breath against my jaw as I gasp for my own breath.

“My God,” he breathes before he pulls out and then slowly enters again. It doesn’t hurt that bad this time, but it still stings. Still biting my lip, I dig my nails into the back of his arm as he moves back out of me. But when he enters me again, he stills, a strong grunt coming from him and his cock pulsating inside of me.

“Damn it.”

I wait for him to move, but he doesn’t, and soon he is pulling out of me. Confused, I open my eyes to look up into his gorgeous face. Sweat is dripping down his temple, but he won’t look at me. Running his hand down his face, he takes in a deep breath and shakes his head.

“That’s it?” I ask, and I wish like hell I haven’t once the words leave my lips. “Wait! No, act like you didn’t hear that! I’m sorry! Ah!”

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