Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
KAT
There’s nowhere I’d rather be than where I am right now, pinned by Liam’s cock, while he roughly fingers me.
Pleasure threads from the insistent demand of his fingers, and when he forces his fat cock into my throat, and hooks my pussy to hold me on him, I nearly pass out with need.
The delicious mix of being unable to breathe, while being held so filthily, has me so close to falling apart.
I can hardly think straight, but I keep repeating his name in my head. Liam. Liam. Liam.
He’s finally given me a little more of him.
Well, a lot more if you consider the girthy cock currently buried in my face.
Saliva drips down my face every time he pulls back, as I gasp for breath, my chest burning. Then he’s back, stretching my mouth wide as I almost lose myself in bliss.
I’ve asked others to fuck me before, but none have ever really understood what I need. Despite his admitted inexperience in sex for pleasure, Liam knows what he’s doing, and isn’t just focused on pleasing me; he’s using my body with a restrained urgency that has me quaking against the counter.
I squeak when he manhandles my hips, wrapping his arms around my ass and lifting it off the counter, which lodges his cock firmly in my throat.
One of his hands moves for a second, and I grip his ass, clawing at his thighs as panic sets in. Pain ripples through me as his teeth sink into my thigh, hard enough that I’m sure it’ll leave a mark.
His mark.
I can’t breathe.
Heat covers my pussy, and I quake as his tongue grazes over my swollen clit. Liam doesn’t eat me like he’s doing me a favour; he licks, and sucks, and consumes me like I’m the answer to his starvation.
Fire fills my chest as I lose myself between pleasure and panic, needing air, but more than that, needing to come.
‘Come on my fucking face, darling,’ he demands with a growl against my pussy.
Sensation hits me hard enough that my whole body tenses, my hips trembling in his hands as my core tightens. Pleasure tears through me, and I cry out around Liam’s cock, digging my nails into his ass.
He pushes his tongue deep inside me, lapping until I sag in his arms, before righting his mask and pulling out of my mouth.
‘You didn’t come,’ I say between pants.
‘That’s because I’m not finished with you.’
Barely giving me a reprieve, Liam picks me up and throws me onto the couch, spreading my legs wide and filling me back up. It’s intense after coming so hard, everything pulsating. Kneeling on the floor, he cradles my head, thrusting deep, those brown eyes watching me intently.
When he lets out a low moan, I can’t help but fall for him. Is there anything better than a slutty little moan tumbling from a big, strong guy? Mask or not, I can see pleasure sinking its claws into him. Dragging him into the flow of pure lust.
Grazing my fingers over the edge of the mask, temptation calls me. I want to see his face so badly.
He grips my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head on the couch.
‘Not yet.’
‘Then fuck me hard enough to forget about wanting to see your face.’
Holding my wrists tight, he goes to town, pushing so deep that it makes me feel a little sick.
‘You’re something else,’ he groans.
‘I’m yours,’ I whisper.
My phone starts to ring where I left it on the arm of the sofa, and Liam’s eyes go to it before narrowing.
‘What?’ I ask.
‘It’s your booty call boy.’
‘Darren,’ I say, and Liam wraps a hand around my throat.
‘Don’t say his name while I’m inside you.’ His voice is oh-so-deliciously angry and deep.
With his other hand, he reaches for the phone, never letting up from pounding me into the sofa. It stops ringing, and I relax.
‘Hello,’ says Darren, his voice tinny.
My eyes widen as I look up at Liam, whose eyes are dark as coal.
He tightens his grip around my throat and thrusts so deep that I whimper.
‘Kat? Babe. Are you okay?’
‘She’s more than okay,’ Liam growls. ‘She’s about to come all over my cock again.’
My hook-up guy is on the phone while I’m being fucked six ways to hell by a masked man’s pierced cock.
‘Kat?’ Darren sounds half furious and half dejected, and the fact that he’s listening turns me on way more than is decent.
‘Oh god,’ I cry out as Liam leans forward, fucking me hard while talking directly to my face.
‘You are mine. This cunt is mine. Your every fucking breath is mine. Say it.’
‘I’m yours,’ I whimper. ‘All yours.’
‘Tell him,’ Liam demands.
‘I’m his. It’s over. Oh my fucking god. Fuck…. Liam!’ He arches into me in a way that forces another orgasm ripping through my body.
‘That’s it, darling, take it all. Give me it all. God, baby, I’m going to fill you up.’
Liam’s fingers tighten around my throat, holding me in place while he fucks his release deep into me, rope after rope of hot cum filling me. We are a mingle of hot breath and quaking bodies, sweat sliding where our bodies meet.
I never want it to end.
His eyes glitter as he keeps thrusting, sending out combined juices gushing out of me.
‘Fucking slut,’ Darren says.
Liam reaches over and hangs up. ‘I had to make him know you’re mine.’
‘Is it wrong if I admit I found it hot. I love that you want me so bad.’
‘There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more in my whole life. I don’t want to pull out of you.’
‘Then stay inside me.’
He takes one of my legs and swivels it past his chest, tucking in beside me on the sofa and pulling my back tight to him. I squeeze his softening cock and giggle when he moans.
‘Keep that up, and I’ll be fucking you again.’
‘Oh nooooo, I’d hate that,’ I joke, before clenching again.
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. I look down at my thighs, and see his teeth marks still pink and visible. I graze my fingertips over the indents as satisfaction makes me preen.
‘That was…’ I manage.
‘Okay?’ he asks, still doubting himself.
‘Everything I’ve ever wanted.’ I take his hand, threading my fingers through his.
The sitting room is warm, and I can feel his heartbeat thumping against my back.
‘Was coming inside you a problem?’ he asks, trailing his masked mouth over my shoulder.
‘It’s a problem that you’ve only done it once…’ I tease.
‘I mean… like babies and stuff.’
‘I have the implant, we’re good.’
Lying in his arms, it feels like everything is right. Not fixed, but exactly where I belong. The note-maker is still out there and knows what I did in the woods. But this thing between us has deepened.
‘Are you alright?’ I ask.
‘Best I’ve ever been,’ he says.
‘You’re not what I imagined when I used to think about the grown-up version of you.’
‘What did you imagine?’
‘I couldn’t see beyond the boy.’
His hand traces slowly along my hip, and I sigh happily, loving the sweet touches after all the harsh sex.
‘I used to think that I’d built you up. That the memory of you couldn’t possibly be matched in the real world.’
‘And?’
‘You’re so much more,’ he says. ‘Than I could have ever imagined.’
I close my eyes, content in his arms.
‘Say my name again,’ he whispers against my shoulder.
‘Liam,’ I respond, smiling at the way it makes him arch inside me.
‘I’ll never tire of hearing my name on your lips.’