Becoming the Whiskey Princess
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I’m breathless as he takes me into his arms, our mouths meeting in a hot embrace. I am humming with awareness of his hot, hard body against my soft one. His fingers dance along my skin, molding and kneading me as his mouth just drives me out of my damn mind. When he bends down a bit, taking me by the back of my thighs, I hold on as he lifts me, sitting himself down before bringing me down on his lap.
His dick presses against my belly, my wet center dripping for him as he continues to kiss me senseless. When his fingers find my wet spot, swirling his finger along my clit, I cry out against his mouth, riding against his finger, wanting my release. Holding me by the back of my neck, he kisses me intensely as he flicks my clit, sending me into space. Soon my body is trembling, shaking, and I’m sure I’m going to spontaneously combust.
This man gives me everything my body was missing before, and I have the rest of my life to get my fill of him.
Closing my eyes, I ride my orgasm as he nibbles down my neck, whispering how much he loves me. When he pulls back, I look at him through hooded eyes as he smiles.
“Love, can you reach my slacks? I don’t want to move ya,” he says softly, his hand molding my breast.
I look behind me and I’m sure I can reach them. Leaning back, him holding my hips, I take ahold of his pants, but as I’m about to come up, his mouth is on my vagina, and I go languid. He holds me and my head dangles as he sucks my clit into his mouth and I cry out, my heels digging into the pew.
“Oh God,” I cry out, and I’m sure that is wrong on so many levels.
But I don’t have time to think of that before I am flying on pretty little pink orgasm clouds, my body seizing up before I go completely limp, my vagina throbbing with want for this man. Pulling me back up by my arm, he takes my mouth with his before he takes his pants from me. I really don’t know what happens next, but soon, he is lifting me and then I’m coming down onto him. He fills me completely, my whole body squeezing him as my fingers dig into his shoulders before he starts to move my hips, showing me how to ride him.
“There you go, my love. A little faster, yeah,” he coaches in my ear, holding me tightly as I move my hips faster, his dick going in and out of me, deeper and deeper with each stroke. “Fuck yeah, love, yeah,” he says, his fingers biting into the small of my back until he takes control. Or maybe loses it because he takes my hips and thrusts up into me, his body slapping into mine, his dick going so deep, it takes my breath away. Holding on the best I can, I cry out with each thrust, loving the feeling before he stills, gathering me close before he slowly thrusts inside me. When he stops, he squeezes his arms around me before nuzzling his nose into my neck.
I suck in deep breaths, trying to breathe, but I’m sure that won’t even happen. He’s taken it all. All of me. Every single bit. When he pulls his face out from my neck, he looks me deep in the eyes and smiles.
“Ya blow my mind, mo stór. Completely, ya know that?”
I smile back, running my finger down his shoulder to his elbow. “I don’t even think I can breathe right now,” I admit, and he laughs.
“But ya are,” he says, pressing his lips to mine.
I get lost in his kisses. I don’t have to think when I am kissing him. I can just vanish.
Pulling away, I cup his face, loving him with every fiber in my body. A grin pulls at his lips before he presses his lips to my chin. Still smiling, I ask, “Do you think we are going to hell for having sex in a church?”
He laughs, pressing another kiss to my bottom lip. “After that, I’d take a one-way ticket, as long as I get to do it again,” he says before kissing me again. “And again,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me once more. “And then some more. I can’t get enough of ya, and I’m not going to try.”
“Please don’t,” I beg as he lays me down on the pew, kissing down my throat. “I don’t ever want you to try to.”
Like we all knew he would, Casey fuckin’ lied through his teeth.
With my fist clenched at my side, I hold Amberlyn’s hand with the other as I listen to the complete bullshite that comes out that wanker’s fuckin’ mouth.
“I did love Lena, very much,” he claims. “I never raped her. We didn’t even lie down that night. I took what she said to heart; I’d figure out how to marry her another way. I dropped her off at the gate like I always did and drove off, like I usually did. The next thing I know, I’m being accused of raping her, and from then on the O’Callaghan family has had it out for me. Always putting me down, running my name through the mud, coming at me in public and trying to ruin me.”
“Did you feel threatened?” the defense asked.
When a scared look comes over that fucker’s face, I want to smack it off, especially when he claims, “Yeah, of course. They are rich. They have ways of making people disappear.”
My da scoffs as I shake my head; even Lena rolls her eyes.
“Have they ever tried to have you disappear?”
He nods. “Yeah. Old man O’Callaghan has offered to pay me off many times. Told me to leave town or he’d open the case about Lena again. I’m innocent, but they keep on with it. No charges were ever pressed, so why they feel like I need to burn for that is beyond me.”
“What happened that night you allegedly shot Amberlyn Reilly?”
He shakes his head and I want to laugh at his theatrics. It’s downright pathetic. When the tears well up in his eyes, it takes everything out of me not to stand and call him on his bullshite. It’s just completely insane!
“Fuckin’ wanker,” Kane says from behind me and I nod, completely disgusted by him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I love Amberlyn.”
Amberlyn looks at me and I roll my eyes. Love? This bloke has a different notion of love.
“We dated and we were happy. She says that Declan didn’t steal her from me, but he did. He swooped in, his money waving in her face, and she was a goner. Of course, she’d go for a rich guy, the damn prince of this county instead of a struggling artist.”
Kane scoffs and I have to agree. This dude is out of his damn mind.
“I was heartbroken, distraught even. I tried to win her back, but she wasn’t having it,” he says before pausing to wipe his face. Sucking in a deep breath, he looks at his lawyer and with the most pathetic expression ever, he says, “I never stopped loving Lena, still do love her. I figured out I was using Amberlyn as a rebound, so I reached out for Lena and she came. We professed our love for each other, and we were gonna run off together, and then Declan comes out, telling me to go. And like Lena always does, she listens to her brother and is leaving me. Amberlyn is standing there, looking at me like I’m worthless, and something inside me snaps. I didn’t even have control of myself. I would never try to kill someone. I would never do that. Never,” he pleads with his hands up. “I don’t even know what happened next. I woke up at home and then the police came, saying I shot a girl. I would never do that,” he cries. And when he looks at Amberlyn, I swear, if looks could kill, he’d be dead. “I would never.”