Sexcerpt- White Whiskey Bargain by Jodie Slaughter

Smexy readers, I hope you enjoy this sexcerpt (this one is VERY explicit, read at your own risk) from White Whiskey Bargain by Jodie Slaughter. Javier is a soft, in his feelings hero that Hannah didn’t know she needed. (There is a pre-order link at the bottom of the sexcerpt, you know what to do)

“I can change my own oil,” I flexed one of the hands I had on his hips. “And as good as your Pozole was, I think I’d rather you show me your gratitude the way you were originally thinkin’.”

Javier didn’t need any further convincing. In a second he had me propped up with my legs around his waist. I felt as giddy as I had when he picked me up at Liza’s speakeasy the first time. I hadn’t been picked up at all since I was a little girl, let alone with so much ease. It was a feeling that always made my belly do flip flops. Our groins brushed and I could feel how hard he was through the thick denim of his jeans.

“Uh-uh,” I said as he began to walk the path towards the house. “I want it right here.”

He turned immediately; his hands tight on my ass as he laid me down on the hood of his car. The engine had been off for a while, so while it was still a little warm, it wasn’t at all hot or unpleasant. I could feel the heat through the thin cotton t-shirt dress I had on.

Just as soon as I was sturdy, Javier sunk to the ground. My thighs spread before he even touched me, and I had to reach out and grip at the edges of the hood when I thought about the view he was getting down there. Those big hands worked my dress up even further until it was up around my waist. I kept my head up, looking down as he eyed my blue cotton panties.

Javier was silent as his lips brushed the insides of my thighs, the soft, wet kisses he laid on my warm skin had me clenching my teeth in anticipation. He didn’t spend a lot of time there though, one of his thick fingers hooked around the gusset of my underwear and pulled it to the side. I felt myself clench as my bare pussy was exposed to the air. He touched me with his hand first, those fingertips brushed against the curls on my mons before trailing them down my slit.

“Fuck,” Javier groaned when he pulled his fingers back to see them shining with me. “Look at that. Did I do this to you? Was it me who got you this wet, wife?”

My clit was throbbing as my opened panties and puffy, swollen lips had it so exposed. I needed him to take care of me — to put that frustrating mouth on my aching pussy and make me forget my own name.

“You know it was,” I breathed. “You did this, so it’s your job to make it better.”

“Make it better?” He questioned softly as he brought his head back down. His short facial hair brushed roughly against the insides of my thighs and against my pussy. The feeling was rough but it only served to make me drip even more. “What do you mean to make it better? Are you hurting here, Hannah? Is that pretty pussy aching? You need some relief?” He brushed his lips over my clit as he talked in what would have been a chaste kiss had he been on my mouth. “You want me to put my tongue on you here?”

“Jesus Christ,” I laid my head back on the hood and tiled my face up at the sky. “Your ass is tryin’ to kill me, I see.”

“Nah,” my hips canted up when his lips brushed against me this time, seeking the pleasure my body was longing for. “I just want you to use your words, wife. Remember when we talked about bein’ open and honest about our feelin’s? Well, I want you to open up and tell me what you want, tell me everything you need me to do to please you the way you deserve to be pleased.”

I could tell by his tone that he wasn’t going to let up, so I took two deep breaths to steady myself. One of my hands went into his hair, the dark, silky strains running through my fingers. Javier had his eyes on my cunt, not my face, so I tightened my grip just a little to grab his attention. His eyes were burning, the dark amber searing into mine.

“I want that tongue,” I said softly. “I want you to lick me and stroke me and fill me. Make me come all over this handsome face. I want my legs to be weak afterward. I want you to eat this pussy so good that I go to bed tonight and soak my sheets dreaming about your mouth on me.”

“I think I can manage that,” Javier ran his tongue over his lips.

“You think?” I raised an eyebrow at him.