I grab her, pulling her to me as I slip my hand up her skirt. “Was the cock good?”
She closes her eyes and smiles like she’s in heaven. “It was fan-tastic.”
My dick stirs again. I push the plate away. “My turn. Dessert after dessert.”
I lay her backward onto the table and pull my chair up between her legs. She props her feet on my knees.
“Oh. Panties must all be in the wash.” I grin.
She’s propped on her elbows, watching me as I hike her skirt to her waist.
I keep eye contact as I drag her ass to the edge of the table and push her knees apart. I kiss the inside of each of her thighs. I trail kisses to that sweet spot.
Her cream is addictive. Shit, she’s addictive. I could eat her pussy every day and never tire of her. I run my finger over the lips that hide the little bud I like to play with so much. The way she wiggles and squirms is sexy as hell. The sounds she makes? Even hotter.
I grab the bottle of vodka and open it.
Her eyes go wide. “Don’t you want the mixed drink?”
“Nope. This right here is more my speed. I’ll make a peach cream vodka.”
She squeaks, but lays back and tucks her hips under a tad more. Her pussy opens to me, and I pour in a little vodka. I lap it up, along with her tasty juice.
I lick her lips clean and delve deep to tickle her inside. Then I pull back and slide my tongue around her clit, batting at it until Ronnie starts to wiggle.
I pour another shot and slurp it up. And another.
After the fifth body shot, she says. “Holy crap. I think I’m getting a buzz.”
“Is it good?”
“It’s different—kind of stings, but also tingly. I like it.”
I slip my finger inside and suckle her bud until she’s breathless. She pants and her body tightens.
Another shot, and she’s giggling as I slurp up the sweetened alcohol from her pussy. She wraps my shoulders, with her legs and I lick and suck, and thrust my fingers deep until she’s bucking against me, at the edge of her climax.
My dick is as hard as a light post and almost as long. I slide my hand up and down as I suck Ronnie’s clit. Before either of us comes, I pour in one more shot, and ram my cock in. The vodka runs out around my balls and down her ass cheeks.
Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is open. I grab her hips and drag her in tight to me. Then I pull back and push in again. My thumb massages her clit, and she tosses her head from side to side.
My erection slides in and out as I thrust harder and faster. I can’t get deep enough. Something inside makes me need to leave my mark on her soul, as she’s left hers on mine.
I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful when she climaxes than Ronnie is when the spasms take over, and her body clenches down. It’s as though she’s sealing us together.
Like every time, when she comes, it triggers my own orgasm. I curl my hips forward, jamming my cock as deep as I can. My cum shoots out, hot and wet, into her warm and welcoming pussy.
She rises up and throws her arms around me as I pump my seed into her.
My seed.
Oh. Fuck.
She lies onto the table, her hand over her heart, her breaths labored. The smile on her face is absolutely radiant.
I drag my finger down her cheek. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
She giggles. “I’m fucking crazy. Who lets someone pour vodka into their twat?”
I smile and pull out. “You. And that makes you sexy as fuck.”
I run my hands up her thighs and sink my thumbs where my cock just was. “Peaches, I have some bad news.”
She closes her eyes as I work in and out of her slit, one thumb after the other. Each time I pull one out, it circles her clit while the other shoves inside.
Her back arches and she gives me a hmm.
“I got so heated up that I forgot the condom.”
My eyes fly open, and I bolt upright. “You did what?”
“I forgot protection.” At least he has the good manners to look sheepish.
I push his hands away and drag my skirt over my legs. Hopping off the table, I run for the bathroom.
When I come back from having a shower, Jackson sits on the sofa, his White Russian in hand.
He looks up, his green eyes troubled. “Look, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what happened. I was in the moment and—”
I tighten the belt on my robe. Even my newly discovered love doesn’t make the prospect of getting pregnant any less terrifying. “No worries. I’m on the pill. It’ll be fine.”
Hopefully the pills have had time to get into my system.
He reaches for me, hooking his finger into my belt and dragging me to stand between his legs. “It would be fine either way.”
Jack pulls me into his arms, his head against my belly. “I mean, I don’t shirk my responsibilities. If anything happens, we’ll take care of it.”