He pries my mouth open, and I feel the dark taste of whiskey burn into my throat. He empties his drink inside me as my tastebuds erupt. I swallow it all as his tongue travels deeper inside. The sensation of what he’s doing to me has me arching my back as his hand snakes to my hips, pushing me closer to his chest. He really is out of his mind. Or am I? He spit whiskey in my mouth, and I loved it.
