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“You know I’m not big on sparkling wine,” I correct him as we take the steps down to the cellar. He leads me through the dimly lit corridors of barrels in silence until we’re tucked away in a dark corner.
“You might just be surprised how much you enjoy it.” He uncorks the bottle in his hands, and I squeak, startled by the pop and the cold spray across my chest. Icy droplets drip down my chest and beneath the plunging cowl neckline of my dress.
Leaning forward, he places wet kisses over my chest, licking the splattered sparkling Chardonnay from me. The bottle still in his hand, he slips his fingers beneath the thin spaghetti strap of my dress and slides them from my shoulders. They skim down my arms, and the top of my dress pools around my waist as he continues to lick and suck the sweet droplets from my skin.
My chest rises and falls as whimpers tremble from my lips. Samuel’s tongue swirls around my nipple with finesse. Lifting the bottle, he pours the bubbles over my breast, and I bite my lip and groan as the frigid stream trickles down my skin to the awaiting warmth of his mouth.
Leaving a quick stinging bite, he kneels on the floor between my feet. Liquid drips from his chin, and he stares up at me with an insatiable hunger in his eyes. He pulls my dress and panties over my hips and down my legs, leaving me leaning against the cold, concrete wall in nothing but my heels.
Lifting the bottle to his lips, he tips it back with a devilish smirk. He pulls it from his mouth, hoists my leg over his shoulder, and plunges his face between my thighs. The frosty bubbles in his mouth tickle against my pussy as he licks veraciously at my clit.
“Oh my go—” I grip his head and grind against his mouth, needing more of him. Knowing exactly what I need, he teases around my entrance with his finger, and I groan, “Please…”
He continues to rub against me, but it’s hard and foreign. Opening my eyes, I find him teasing me with the rim of the wine bottle.
“Sam—” I begin to protest, but he slides the neck of the smooth, cold glass into me, and I melt over it with a moan. Thrusting the bottle into me, he continues to feast on me with a feral need until I’m writhing over his face and coming around the bottle. The rush of pleasure shoots through me, and my legs tremble so hard I struggle to stay upright.
Leisurely pulling the bottle from me, Samuel places a soft kiss against my clit and lowers my leg before standing. He takes a drink from the bottle and moans as he swallows it.
“Open wide.” He grips my chin, squeezing with enough pressure to force my mouth open as he tips my head back. He lifts the bottle to his lips instead of mine. Tossing the bottle to the floor, he leans over me and spills the contents of his mouth into mine. Pressing my lips shut, his voice is gravelly when he commands, “Swallow like a good little whore.”
He waits for me to swallow, watching me obey him with pride while he undoes his pants. They slide down his thighs, exposing his thick, throbbing cock. Gripping the back of my thighs and lifting me around his waist, he claims my mouth as he slams into me.
My hands fist the labels of his jacket, as he drives hard and deep. His eyes lock onto mine, and he quickly has me screaming and moaning with every powerful thrust into me. Squeezing my legs around his waist, my thighs shake relentlessly as the building release in my core travels through every synapse in my body with a rush as I scream his name.
“Fuck, love,” he groans, burying himself in me, “I fucking love it when you scream for me.”
Gripping my ass, he pulls me from the wall. He continues his claim on my mouth, and he lays me on the cold, stone floor. Settling between my knees, he plunges back into me. He reaches over my body and wraps both hands around my throat. He fucks me hard and fast, his knees digging into the stone beneath us as he leans on my throat. My mouth falls open, both from needing to scream and gasping unsuccessfully for air.
“Are you going to cry for me too, love?” he grunts as he tightens his grip and increases his already relentlessly, brutal pace.
Tears well in my eyes, unable to handle the burning pain in my deprived lungs. Hovering on the verge of death, my pussy clenches around him as my back arches from the cold, rough ground. A painfully blissful wave crashes through me, and the tears fall from my eyes as I come again.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” Samuel grunts through three rough, deep thrusts before burying to the hilt with a groan. His cock twitches inside of me, and he releases my throat as he spills inside of me.
Resting over my body, he tenderly wipes the tears from my face as he kisses over my cheeks.
“So fucking perfect, Cora.” His lips dust over mine, and I can feel him smiling against me. “You’re fucking it for me, love.”
Staring up at him, I whisper, “Forever.”
EPILOGUE
SAMUEL
A Few Days Later
Sneaking out of the house for the third morning in a row, I drive to the park a few miles away. It’s a popular spot in town for early-morning runners. Most days it’s crowded, and the nearby lot is packed full of cars. But not this morning. There are only a handful of cars in the lot.
The temperature dropped unseasonably cold overnight. The cool air and the light drizzle falling from the sky were apparently enough to keep most of the regulars at home.
But not her.
The petite blonde runs along the edge of the park. It’s too cold for the tiny spandex running shorts and sports bra she is wearing, yet perfect for causing her hardened nipples to jut against the pink fabric. Her tits bounce in rhythm with the sway of her ponytail with every stride she takes.
The reason I’m here.
Stepping from the warmth of the car into the cool morning air, the light rain dampens my hair as I walk toward the running trail. I follow it between the trees, continuing a little deeper into the woods before leaving the trail and waiting out of sight.
