“That’s a good little slut.” I praise her, and she whimpers. “But not yet.” I remove my fingers from her cunt, and she sags against the bed, her hands dropping from my arms.
I’m going to make her work for it. Standing, I grab her arm and yank her off the bed and shove her to her knees. Picking up the bottle, I take a swig and then order, “Unzip my jeans.”
Her hands lower my zipper quickly, showing me just how much she wants it.
“Pull my dick out.”
She reaches in and does as she’s told, stroking it and licking her red-painted lips.
I tilt the bottle, covering my cock with the liquid. Thankfully, it was sitting out during lunch so it’s not freezing cold. Wine drips off the sides and the head of my dick. “Drink it.”
She opens her mouth and takes in my cock, sucking the wine off my long shaft. “Don’t stop,” I order and pour a little more on my dick; most of it covers her face and spills on her sundress. She closes her eyes, and her mascara leaves black streaks down her hollowed cheeks.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you look like this,” I say, my free hand pushing the wet strands from her face while I pour more onto my cock. Her eyes are still closed, her face is soaked and so are my jeans. But she doesn’t stop sucking.
No, she takes me to the back of her throat, and my fingers dig into her hair at the scalp, grabbing her. “Fuck, princess.”
She whimpers on her knees, and I take a drink of the wine while listening to the sound of my cock fucking her mouth. She sucks it like she’s an alcoholic, willing to do whatever to get that last sip.
I pull her mouth from my cock, and she sucks in a breath.
“Look at me,” I order.
Her heavy eyes flutter open and her lashes are wet and clumped together, lipstick smeared, and makeup completely ruined. “Gorgeous,” I praise her.
Those pretty crystal-blue eyes go to the bottle in my other hand, and she licks her wet lips. “Do you want more?”
She nods, shifting on her knees. “Please.”
I lift the bottle, pouring some into my mouth and hold it instead of swallowing. Lowering my head to look down at her, I spit it out all over her face. Closing her eyes, she flinches. “Lick it off,” I order, and her tongue comes out, running across her lips and chin the best she can.
“Colt—”
Jerking her up by her hair, I make her cry out. I grip her chin, slamming my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine. I’ve never wanted to get drunk more than I do at this very second. I want to drown us both in it.
CHAPTER FOUR
RAYLEE
IDON’T EVEN try to think about how I got myself in this position twice in less than twelve hours. Or the fact that I should want to knock his head off, not let him fuck me.
Colt knows what my body wants, and I refuse to withhold pleasure from myself. If this is the only time we’re not killing one another, then so be it.
He pulls his lips away from mine, and I suck in a breath. My eyes burn, I’ve got wine up my nose, in my hair, and my dress is soaked. I’ve taken a wine bath.
My body is physically shaking, and my pussy is throbbing. “Colt.”
“I know.” He pulls his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the side. I reach up and run my nails down his bare chest. The defined muscles tense at the pain it causes, and he hisses in a breath. I smile, satisfied at the red marks I just left. Then he rips his belt free from his jeans and orders, “Lie on the bed.”
I quickly remove my dress, underwear, and bra, and then scoot onto the side of the bed, lying across it. Bringing my heels up on the edge, I spread my legs for him. He slaps my inner thigh, making me cry out, and I slam my shaking legs shut.
He grips my hands and brings them around my legs, securing my wrists with his belt, keeping them restrained behind my knees. My arms are pulled tight, and I rock back and forth to try to loosen the tension, but it’s no use.
Then I feel him step away. I lift my head off the bed to try to see what he’s up to, but my legs restrict my vision. “Colt.” I start to panic. Surely, he wouldn’t leave me here like this, would he? Of course, he would; he’s done worse. My head falls back onto the bed, my neck getting sore from holding itself up. “Colt?” I shout when I don’t get a response, then jump when I feel something cool pour over my pussy, and I know it’s from the wine bottle. Fuck, the UTI this is going to give me be damned.
His hands grip my hips, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed. My ass hangs off it so far that I feel like I’m going to fall to the floor.
“Try to be quiet, princess.” He gently kisses my pussy, and I pull against his belt that has me tied in a knot. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight. And then I’m going to come all over your pretty face.”
