Blame It On The Gin:On The Rocks

"I'm going to fill you up. Do you understand?"

I whimper a yes because I do. His cock is long and hard and thick. I run my hand over it, stroking him softly. I feel weightless and wonderful, and he begins to enter me ever so slowly. And my legs wrap around his waist, wanting him to have complete and absolute access to my core.

"Oh God," I say, melting into the pillows, into his arms, into this moment. "I want this so bad."

"You have it," he tells me. "Literally right now, I'm yours." He kisses me as he fills me up inch by perfect inch until he is wholly in me, and holy fuck.

"God," I moan. "That feels so good. So big and full and..." I laugh, pressing my hands to my eyes, shaking my head in delight and delirium. "Grant, don't stop. This feels so incredible," I moan as I begin to move against him and he moves against me, and suddenly it's more than a filling up. It's a sense of completeness.

I moan as he runs his hands over my skin, pumping his cock inside of me, making me moan in pleasure. "Oh God," I whimper.

"Gin," he says. "Oh Gin," he moans, growling against my body.

I feel naked and alive. As if in this moment, in this second, he is mine. It's all too good to be true. My thighs shake as I near an orgasm, the release rushing through me all at once, head to toe bliss, perfection. He's outdone himself.

Then it's even better because he lets go too. And I feel his seed fill me up, rushing into me, and tears fill my eyes. Pleasure, not pain.

And I hold onto him tight as he finishes inside me. "Fuck," he grunts. "You feel so fucking good."

I smile, feeling so damn beautiful. "You feel pretty good too," I tell him, kissing him.

He holds onto me tight. "Thank you for that," he says, "for giving me, for letting..."

I shake my head. "No, you don't get to thank me. This took two people. There's no thank you necessary. But damn," I say, biting my bottom lip, "it was sure good, wasn't it? I mean, I have nothing to compare it to, so..."

Grant laughs. "No, I suppose you don't, but I think you and I both know that was nothing ordinary. It was extra."

"Should we blame it on the gin?" I ask with a tease.

He shakes his head. "No, Ginny, the only thing I'm blaming is you for this still raging hard-on."

I laugh. "In that case, maybe we should try another position?"

9

GRANT

I wake up, my arm wrapped around Ginny. Her skin is soft. She smells divine. I don't want to be some stalker and smell her hair, but fuck, it's impossible not to. This girl has me spun up in ways I was not expecting, but always dreaming of.

She murmurs against me, her ass against my cock. "Morning," she says, her hand reaching back, looking for mine.

I lace our fingers together and kiss her cheek, her ear. "Morning, beautiful."

She turns to me, then, in the bed, my bed, our bed, her eyes bright. "Well, that was the best birthday I've ever had."

I laugh. "Good to hear," I say, running my hand over her naked body.

Her eyes sparkle. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asks.

I chuckle, running my hand over her back. "I fucking hope so."

Then she crawls under the sheets, pushing them aside as she laughs. "Okay. I have to move the sheets or I'm not going to be able to breathe."

"What are you doing down there?" I ask her, but I know full well what's happening.

She's stroking my cock up and down. My balls are tight. My shaft is a hard rod and her mouth is opening, widening to take me. "Oh fuck," I groan. "It's your birthday. I don't think I deserve all this."

She smiles, though, as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking me off so damn good. I don't want her to stop and I tell her as much.

She just closes her eyes and begins to take me more fully. I know my thick cock has got to be hitting the back of her throat, but she doesn't pause. Doesn't hesitate. She wants this, needs this, and damn, I'll let her take it.

"Fuck," I groan. I'm not going to last long. I can feel her smile as she suctions her mouth, her lips against me and moving more eagerly, stroking me, fondling my balls. Her tits bounce, her ass in the air. Damn, she is a vision. My vision.

"Fuck," I grunt, my seed shooting from the tip of my cock into her sweet mouth, sliding down her throat. When I finish cumming, she pumps me a few more times as if she can't get enough, which turns me on even more. When she pulls my cock from her mouth, she licks the tip, twirling her tongue around it as if not wanting to miss a single drop of my salty seed.