Chapter 32 Liam #2
Spit coats her lips, dripping down her chin as tears prick her eyes. She looks destroyed already.
I cup the back of her head, setting a steady pace. She clutches my thigh harder.
Her hand joins her mouth, pumping, licking and sucking me with fever.
“Greedy girl,” I growl through clenched teeth. “You said you wanted dirty and rough? Then take every inch of me, Anna.”
Her muffled whimpers vibrate around me and fire surges through my veins. Her wet lashes flutter as I fuck her mouth faster, using her the way she asked me to.
She’s a vision on her knees.
Whatever memories Roger’s imprinted on her, whatever doubts Danielle’s planted in her mind, I won’t let them haunt her tonight.
I scrub them out of her the way she’s asked.
Hard. Dirty. Until she can’t move without thinking of me.
Until her throat and pussy are so sore from taking me, her body aches for the marks I leave behind.
“I’ll ruin you so completely you won’t remember anyone but me,” I grit out.
She moans, presses her thighs together.
Her eyes peer up at me, wide and desperate, like she’s starving for me. Her tongue swirls around my crown then flicks straight through my slit all while her hand continues to pump me.
I curse when her free hand lifts to my balls, massaging and tugging with just enough pressure to almost lose it.
My hips jerk, my muscles tighten.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
She continues her ministrations, doubling down.
Her hand tightens around the base of my shaft.
The sounds her mouth makes are obscene. I heave her face into me, burying myself to the root.
My entire shaft disappears down her throat and the sight has my knees threatening to buckle and my balls ready to explode.
“Jesus, Anna… Do you want me to come in your mouth or your pussy?” I grind out.
Her lips pop free with a filthy little slurp, saliva stringing between her mouth and my cock.
She’s panting. “My pussy.”
I groan. I’ll give that to her.
Releasing her hair, I haul her up, hooking my hands under her arms. She comes up gasping, her eyes glassy. I crash my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her, kissing her like I’ll break apart if I don’t.
I shed her jumper and reach around, unclasping her bra.
The flimsy lace slips down her arms and falls to the floor.
I lean forward, dropping my hand between us, cupping her naked core.
She’s ripe and sopping. I grind my palm against her, rubbing slow, rough circles.
She mewls and whimpers as she chases the friction, rocking into my hand.
“I need you inside me. Now,” she rasps.
Every part of me screams to make her beg for it but tonight isn’t about my control. It’s about obliterating every thought from her head except me.
Hooking my arms under her knees, I lift her, carrying her into the bedroom.
I drop into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
She lands straddling my lap, her knees sinking into the mattress, her breasts right at my mouth.
I latch on to a nipple, sucking and nibbling hard enough to make her wiggle.
Her back curves and she grinds back and forth over my cock. My mouth pops free as I groan.
“Put me in,” I say.
She doesn’t break eye contact as she reaches between us, guiding me into her. Her cry ripples through the room as she lowers onto my dick slowly.
I can’t help it—I have to touch every inch of her, need to feel her everywhere.
I draw her in, capturing her mouth with mine.
Once I’m properly seated, she starts to move.
Her nails digging into my shoulders as she rides me.
My eyes nearly bug out of my head as she bounces up and down with abandon.
I grip her waist, clutching tight enough to leave a mark.
“I need more of you,” she begs.
I unleash. My hands clamp down on her hips, lifting her just enough before I lean back and hammer up into her, driving so deep she screams for more. She clings to my shoulders as I fuck her from underneath.
The sound of sweaty flesh slapping together ricochets off the walls. “You feel so good,” she pants.
My hands slide down to cradle her arse, squeezing. “You feel that?” I growl. “Every inch of this cock belongs to you.”
She rolls her pelvis and she lets out a mangled gasp.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “I’m so proud of how well you take me, baby.”
Her face beams with pleasure, matching mine. “I’m getting close,” she breathes.
My dick throbs inside her, each stroke and clench of her walls edging me closer to release.
My teeth graze her jaw as she chases her high, giving me everything she has.
My hand slips between us to rub languid circles over her clit.
Once. Twice. Three times before she falls apart in my lap.
She lets out a broken noise, her inner walls strangling my thickness like a vice.
I don’t hold back. With a guttural groan, I bury myself to the hilt and topple over the edge with her, my cock swelling, pulsing and pumping into her as I spill everything I’ve got inside her.
She clings to me, her body cresting and falling until we’re both completely drained, our ragged breaths filling the room. My fingers skim her spine, up and down, planting soft kisses into her hairline while her heartbeat slowly evens out.
Pressing my temple to hers, I whisper, “That’s my girl.”
Yeah. I really, really like this woman.