Free Whiskey Girl by Maggie Casper

left no time to wonder about the
future when he knelt up, took her knees in his hands, spreading her wide, then
powered home all in one deep, long, pleasurable lunge.

Chapter Seven
     
    It was a good thing Ausha wasn’t looking
for him to be gentle with her because, frankly, Doug wasn’t sure the simple
task would have been within his power to accomplish. Her warm, wet pussy was
overpowering, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t seem to stay
away from what she so freely offered.
    The heat of her core against the head of
his cock made the rest of the world cease to exist. The only thing he could
think about was powering home and pleasing his woman as she’d never been
pleased before.
    When he spread her legs wide, the view was
more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. The pink glistening flesh of her
pussy flowered open in greeting. Angling his cock to penetrate her, Doug slid
deep in with one fluid motion. Ausha grunted at the force of his thrust. Her
eyes were closed, her head tilted back arching her throat to him. He would mark
her there before the night was over, but for right now, his concentration was
spent on not coming before she did.
    The tightness of her inner muscles
squeezing him made the job nearly impossible. Doug held her knees wide as he
moved in and out of her. When he felt the need to change the pace from frenzied
to something different, he dropped her legs to the bed and settled his weight
on top of her. The warmth of her flesh pressed against his was amazing.
    She thrust her hips toward him, grinding
against him in need. “Please. Almost there.” Her voice was throaty, a panting
plea he longed to answer.
    Doug slowed his pace, matching the motion
of her hips, driving deep with each and every thrust until Ausha trembled in
his arms.
    “That’s it, darlin’. Come on my cock.”
    His skin seemed too tight as he fought the
need to mindlessly pound into her until he found his own pleasure. Right now he
wanted it to be about Ausha. Only Ausha.
    Doug nipped and nibbled his way along her
throat. Over muscle and warm flesh he went until he found the right spot. With
his teeth, he clamped down tight.
    “Doug! Oh God. Please.” She cried out his
name the way he’d dreamed of since first fantasizing about her tiny, pale body
beneath his.
    Letting go, he licked the spot soothingly.
“I’m right here, baby. Come for me.”
    He could tell she was struggling with the
need to do so. So close and yet so far. Her body shivered beneath him, her hips
bucking, nails clawing. He only prayed she could make it over the edge and take
him with her.
    As if the thought made it so, her body
convulsed. Every muscle tightened beneath him, the ones surrounding her tight
sheath milked him for every ounce of fluid he had to offer. She was completely
silent as she rode out the waves, tears streaming down her cheeks. Had she been
any other woman he would have worried. Doug, however, took it as a positive
sign. Sooner or later she would allow him inside in a way having nothing to do
with sex.
    Doug followed close behind. His balls
tightened against the base of his cock as he arched over her. He called her
name in a grunted groan as spurt after spurt he released himself within the
warm confines of her body.
    Time seemed to stand still. It was as if he
couldn’t quite get his bearings. Ausha squirming beneath him is what finally
brought Doug back to reality.
    “Sorry, darlin’,” he muttered, levering his
body off hers.
    The feel of him sliding free from her body
caused his cock to partially come back to life. Doug couldn’t help but smile as
he settled in behind Ausha, pulling her close enough to spoon up to her back
with her head tucked beneath his chin.
    When she shivered slightly, he pulled the
covers over the top of them, cocooning them in warmth. He wanted to talk about
her tears, to delve into every emotion making love to him might have stirred
up, but decided against it. As long as she didn’t try