Page 67 of Wildflowers & Whiskey

There's no way we're making it that far. “No. I need you now.”

I toss her onto the long side of the couch that takes up most of my living room. Her small frame sinks into the overly plush cushions—I don't scrimp on furniture. Comfort matters when you work as hard as I do.

She props herself up on her elbows, looking up at me with those eyes. I stop and look at her.

I was a fool to think I could've stayed away based on looks alone. She's remarkable. Beautiful in a way that makes my chest ache and my cock hard.

But pair that with her sharp wit, her stubbornness, how she doesn't back down from anything. This girl was always gonna be impossible to resist.

“Thought you said you couldn't wait,” she throws back at me, all sass.

I give her a look. “Don't get sassy with me, angel.”

“Or what, Cowboy? You gonna teach me a lesson?”

Oh, she has no idea.

“You want it that way, angel? Fine.”

I was going to go soft on her, worship every inch of her body gently. But if this is how she wants to play it, then I am game. Shoulda known by her smutty little books she’d want it this way. “Take your clothes off and get on your knees,” I point in front of me, “now!” The demand sharp.

Still seated on the sofa, she strips slowly, making a full show of it. First, leaning back to shimmy out of those little pyjama shorts that, if I am honest, barely covered that perfect ass of hers. Then she gets on her knees, slowly lifting her top off to reveal bare breasts.

I am usually an ass kinda man, but with Maeve? I’m spoilt for choice. How can I have a preference when all I want is my face buried between them both.

Fully naked now, she crawls along the sofa until she reaches the edge, positioning herself on her knees exactly where I pointed.

“Good girl,” I praise. I lift her chin with my hand, making her look up at me.

“Now listen to me, angel. If you want to stop at any point, just say it. We will need to talk about limits properly, but for tonight, we’ll keep it simple but rough, if that’s what you want.”

She nods, eyes bright with anticipation.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Uh, wildflower.”

Well, I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that, but it’s perfect. She’s perfect.

“First thing that came to mind,” she offers as an explanation.

“Good. You use it or tap me twice when you can’t speak if it gets too much, and we stop immediately. Understood?”

She nods again.

“Need to hear you say it, Maeve.”

“I understand… Sir.”

Fuck, I swear I am close to combusting right here.

“Good girl.” I start unbuckling my belt, watching her eyes track the movement. “Now you're gonna put that smart little mouth of yours”—I unbutton my jeans, letting them loosen— “to good use and”—I push my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free from the confines of the layers— “take me while I mouth fuck the sass right out of you.”

Her eyes widen, dropping to my length. I don't brag, but in this department, I know I was blessed.

I run my fingers through her hair, taking a handful in my grasp while my other hand starts to slowly pump my cock, making her watch every stroke. She bites her bottom lip ever so slightly, something I would’ve missed if it weren’t for the fact I can’t keep my eyes off her. Mesmerised by her every move, every reaction, every sweet sound. She’s just as hungry and desperate as I am for what’s about to happen.

I drag her closer by her hair until her lips are right at the tip, letting the precum glaze them. Her eyes lock up with mine with a bratty kind of confidence as she slowly sweeps her tongue along her lips, clearing them of my mark.