His grip on my face tightens before he spits onto my tongue, forcing me to shut my mouth around it, forcing me to swallow it down. Whiskey and heat. The familiar taste of him fills my throat, a moan rumbling from my lips. I could drown in him. The intoxicating bourbon and smoke on his breath. My mouth stays open when he removes his hand, guiding the tip of his cock to my waiting lips.
