Chapter 17

chapter

seventeen

Cooper

"Sweetheart, we're gonna have so much fun together," I rasp.

She's topless on my lap, her round breasts bare to me. My Harmony grinds down on me as I take one sweet nipple into my mouth, sucking until she moans. At the same time, her opposite breast fills my hand, plump and soft, that nipple reacting to the strokes of my thumb.

I switch sides, tormenting the opposite nipple with my mouth, reveling in her softness, her needy whimpers, until she begins to grind down on me.

Our mouths come together in an overheated, decadent kiss of peaches and booze as I move over her, laying her flat on her back on the sofa. Hovering over her, I sweep her leggings down below her knees, and cup her wet pussy.

Harmony gives a little gasp and sweetly opens to me.

"Baby, you're not wearing any panties."

Harmony's whispers in the dark turn me on beyond belief. "Did I shock you?"

I kiss her lower belly, then reach for the bourbon.

"Yeah. Now it's my turn."

I nuzzle her lower belly, then fling the cap off the bottle.

Carefully, I drizzle some of the amber liquid over her skin, and slowly, thoroughly, lick it all off, sucking and leaving my mark on her soft curves.

Her moans might end me even before I've warmed up.

"Kiss me, Cooper."

I know what she means, but I kiss her pussy lips instead. She tastes like cream and whiskey, and all woman.

Harmony is my dream girl.

I pour a drop of bourbon into my mouth and swish it around, swallowing most of it, but saving some for my favorite part.

I wrap my lips around her tight clit, flicking it with my tongue.

"Cooper! Oh my god! That's crazy good."

"You taste incredible, dream girl."

She comes on my face, her sweetness gushing everywhere and making me feel ten feet tall.

I plunge my tongue into her tight hole and it's all I can do to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head and coming in my jeans.

When I'm sure I've cleaned every bit of liquor off her flexing pussy with my mouth, I pick up one of the spoons that's been resting in the frozen dessert.

I drizzle the chilly, sticky sweetness over her lower belly and watch it cascade between her legs. The cream, the honey, and the bourbon mix with her essence.

Harmony's hands fix themselves in my hair, her fingertips scraping into my scalp.

I devour every decadent inch of her, making her come a second time, and I won't stop until she screams for mercy.