The 90-Day Experiment (The Expiry Date Diaries #1)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

Liam

H er words sent a dark, electric thrill through me, something primal stirring within.

Seeing her there, on her knees and looking up at me with those wide, worshipful eyes, made a fierce blend of dominance and reverence rise up. Like I’d been granted a gift I wasn’t entirely sure I deserved.

This was terror. Pure, grade-A panic.

Because my life was a fucking carousel of bad decisions and worse consequences, and she was... God, she was everything good and bright and brilliant.

I breathed in her scent, trying to hide the revelation I knew must be written all over my face. I was completely and utterly in love with this woman.

And that? That was the most dangerous thing I could do. To her. To us both.

And I had no fucking clue how to stop.

“Doc,” I murmured. “You have no idea what you just unleashed.”

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. The anticipation in her eyes mirrored the wild hunger building inside me, the tension between us taut like a wire ready to snap.

"You want me to be demanding? To push your limits? I can do that," I whispered. "But I need you to promise you'll stop me if I go too far."

“I won’t want you to stop.”

“I won’t hold back. I’ll give you everything you’re asking for and more, but you say the word and I stop in an instant.”

Her eyes flickered with a blend of fear and excitement, and she nodded, a soft, almost imperceptible movement that spoke volumes. “I promise.”

The trust she placed in me, the need in her eyes, fueled a fire in me. “Good,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Because I’m going to make you mine in every way possible.”

Her eyes widened with delicious anticipation, and she tightened her grip on my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the rawness of her desire almost sending me over the edge right then and there. My senses were on overdrive, every fiber of my being attuned to her—Emerson, my little piece of heaven and sin all wrapped into one.

Slowly, almost reverently, I lifted her to standing, savoring the way her skin felt—soft, warm, and so fucking inviting.

With a gentle but insistent touch, I guided her to turn around, positioning her so she faced away from me, inching her toward the couch. I gently pushed her forward until her hands braced against the back of the couch, and I spread her legs wide.

At the sight of her, bent over and waiting, temptation personified, I took a moment to drink in the view, my eyes devouring her smooth, sexy back, the elegant curve of her ass, that perfect pink pussy.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” I muttered, my hands running down her spine, feeling her arch into my touch. “You have no idea how bad I want you.”

Her soft moan and trembling body fueled my desire. "Please, Liam," she whispered desperately. "I need you."

Her body trembled with anticipation, soft whimpers escaping her lips as I held myself back, prolonging the moment.

She went up on her toes, trying to push her hips back to take me in.

Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed hold of her hips with an almost savage urgency and drove in, straight to the hilt without warning. The sensation it brought was beyond words—a slick, molten heat that gripped every inch of me—but the thrust also had her screaming out in shock.

I pulled back instantly, my mind a chaotic mess of emotions—her body quivering beneath me, and for the briefest moment, I wondered if I had gone too far, too fast.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "I want this. I want you.”

Her words nearly made me lose control, that tight coil building in my core already, but somehow, through sheer willpower, I managed to hold it together.

A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. “Your wish is my fucking command, Doc,” I growled.

I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust hard and deep. Her body met mine with matching fervor, her moans driving me to push harder.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice rough with lust.

“Yes,” she cried out, her nails digging into the couch, her body arching back to meet my thrusts. “I fucking love it.”

Her words were gasoline on the bonfire.

I increased the pace, our bodies moving together in a frenzied, primal dance. The room filled with the sounds of our raw passion. Her pleasure was my obsession, and I reveled in every whimper, every cry that spilled from her lips, each one urging me on.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured, my voice a strained whisper as I fought to maintain control.

“Liam,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. “I need... I need...”

“I know,” I replied, my grip on her tightening, my own need a roaring beast inside me. She was nearing the edge again, her body tensing in anticipation.

“Come for me, Doc,” I whispered, my voice rough with desire.

The sight of her writhing beneath me, completely surrendered to pleasure, sent fire racing through my veins. Every arch of her back, every desperate gasp was like a direct hit to my self-control.

And fuck, watching her lose hers? Pure heaven.

Then she moved, pushing that perfect ass higher, spreading her legs wider—offering herself up like some kind of divine feast. Jesus Christ.

A sound ripped from my throat, something primitive I barely recognized.

I kept driving into her, fighting to maintain my rhythm when all I wanted was to lose myself completely. She pressed her face into the cushions, her whole body trembling.

"Please," she gasped, her voice wrecked in a way that made my cock throb. "Please, Liam, I need more."

"More?" I couldn't help teasing her, even as my own control frayed. "Is my greedy girl hungry for more?"

"Yes." Her confession came out as a moan that nearly broke me. "I need all of you."

"Fuck." The word tore from my throat. "You're so damn hot. You are my fucking fantasy. Everything I've ever wanted."

My hands moved over her like they had a mind of their own—gripping her hips, sliding up that smooth back, tangling in her hair. I pulled, watching her back arch even more beautifully.

"Do you like it when I pull your sexy hair, Doc?"

"Fuck. I don't know why, but I fucking love it." Her breathless admission made my heart race. "Pull... harder."

Christ. I obliged, her tits bouncing with each thrust as I slipped my other hand between her legs. But just touching her wasn't enough. I needed more—needed to feel everything.

I scissored my fingers around where we were joined, feeling my cock sliding into her, feeling how completely she took me in. The way she stretched around me, so hot and tight and perfect—fuck, I almost came right then and there.

Her sounds drove me wild, made me thrust harder, deeper, chasing something that felt bigger than just release. Everything built higher, tighter, her body starting to quiver around me.

I gripped her hair harder, moving faster, feeling my own control slipping away completely.

When she came, she screamed—this raw, primal sound that pushed me right over the edge with her. I followed her into that blinding pleasure, my whole body shuddering as I came harder than I ever had.

Time seemed to stop, everything reduced to the feeling of her pulsing around me, the way she trembled and gasped. Each aftershock that rippled through her sent another wave of pleasure through me.

"That's my girl," I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them. But fuck it—in that moment, she was mine. And I was completely, utterly hers.

And I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so scared in my life.