A Spicy Excerpt
Not halfway to the bedroom, he catches my wrist and spins me to face him. His face hovers over mine, his eyes trailing the curves of my face.
My whisper is small, but I can’t not say the words.
“You know I want you. You have to know. I need you to let me go. Because I can’t handle you rejecting me again.
I can feel you.” I drop my head toward his belt.
“I can feel you want me, but…” I throw my head up facing the ceiling, exposing my neck.
It’s literal and it’s figurative. I’m bare and he’s… silent.
I slip my wrist free of him and wander toward the bedroom, fighting the tears that want to fall and the magnetic pull of the man in the hall.
“You want me?” His quiet voice has me stopping in my tracks.
I spin to face him, confusion written all over me.
“Do you want a walk on the wild side, or do you want me?” He thumps his chest.
I rush him. “Who do you think I am, Liam Murphy? How dare you—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence. Or my thought.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
His hands hit my neck, cupping under my ears as he forces me backward. His mouth crashes down on mine as his lower half pins me to the wall.
I underestimated his restraint.
And his size.
His teeth clash with mine as his tongue forces its way into my mouth. His grunts are animalistic and raw.
I’m surrounded, overwhelmed, overcome with Liam. I’m putty in his hands. His tongue duels with mine, his hands roam, and I can’t stop the moan that rips from me when he presses his hot, hard cock against my belly.
“Can you feel me now, Wifey?”
I groan and nod as he pulls away just long enough to rip my jeans down my body. His hands slide over my hips, torturously so, to one foot, pulling the shoe off. It hits the wall somewhere with a thunk.
“Finally,” he says, maybe to himself as my jeans and panties bunch around one leg and my other is thrown over his shoulder. “I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in. Wanted to touch you. Wanted to taste you.” The words are barely out of his lips when his mouth hits my center.
I moan, fighting to stay upright when my body is awash with pleasure. He spears me with his tongue and hums.
“You taste better than I ever dreamed.”
He… He dreamed of this? But I can’t finish a thought because his fingers enter me and he sucks on my clit.
I scream and chant and spend every brain cell I have to stay upright as my mind blanks. I explode as wave after wave of bliss surges through me.
The clink of something hits my ears, and my shirt is ripped over my head.
“Are you on birth control?” He asks, the vibration of his voice rolling through me like a mini-orgasm.
“Yes,” I whisper, nodding, and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing.
Instinctively I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles. I shimmy and wriggle, trying to find his heat when my back hits the wall.
“Look at me, Lorien.”
My eyes fly to his just as he surges inside me. I’m so full. Something, not just him, hits a spot so deep inside, and just after my orgasm, it feels better, more. I mewl and drop my eyes closed.
“No,” he commands. “You watch me. You watch me fuck you. You watch me make your body sing. You watch me as I fill you so full you won’t ever forget it.”
I nod and fight to keep my eyes on him. My body is pliable and soft, taking and taking from him. I want so badly to just feel, but when my eyes drift closed, he withdraws and slams inside, jolting me back to face him.
“Do you feel me?”
Slam.
I nod.
“Do you feel how much I want you?”
Slam.
“Yes.”
“I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
Slam.
“Don’t ever forget it.”
His face drops to my breast, and he sucks through the lace before biting down. Hard.
“Get there, Lorien. Get there.” He slams into me, grinding down on my clit.
“I… I’m close I—”
“I’m going to fill this perfect pussy up with my cum. You hear me?”
No one has ever spoken to me like this. It’s naughty and raunchy, and it trips something in me.
He growls, pulls a hand from around me and licks his middle finger. What in the—?
On his next thrust, his finger enters me there, and he grinds down on that bundle of nerves between my legs.
I scream. The pulsing is softer and lazier this time, less brutal, but longer and smoother.
“Look. At. Me,” he growls.
I do. As much as I’m able, I do. He plants himself to the root, deep, deep inside me, grinds down, and comes. His face morphs straight into indulgence and pleasure as liquid heat hits the end of me.
His groan and mine melt together as he glides in and out of me, the sound of our connection echoing in the hall.
When he’s done, and every last drop of him has been spent, he slides to his knees, me still impaled on his cock.
His eyes are open as his lips seek mine. He doesn’t close them and I don’t either as we taste each other.
I can’t stop myself, I undulate a little on his softening cock.
His lips leave mine and trail down to my ear. “Oh, my greedy girl has a greedy pussy. I like that. Is round two in the hall or in your bed?”
I pull back to look at him. “You want round two?”
“I want round two thousand,” he says as if I’m dense. “But I need to eat you again. And I want to watch you on your knees for me. But first… first up is cowgirl. I want to watch you ride me. I want to watch that pretty pussy swallow my cock and see it disappear inside you.”
He hardens and heats inside me. “You can’t be ready again. Biologically speaking, it’s nearly impossible to—”
His laughter has my breasts bouncing, and his eyes drop to them in hunger. “Hop up, Wifey. I want you stripped and on the bed in two minutes or less.” He taps my butt. “Or I’m calling in my spanking for one of your broken rules.”
Liam
“You broke one too.” She pouts.
Fuck yeah, I did. And it was so, so worth it. “Then you can spank me.” I waggle my eyebrows.
She slices her eyes to slits and looks away.
Using a thumb, I turn her chin back to me. “No getting out of it now. You only got one flavor. There are plenty more, and then of course, there are the toppings, the sprinkles, the sauces.”
“I got two flavors,” she whispers.
“No, baby. Me eating you isn’t a flavor.
That’s merely the appetizer. A delicious appetizer that I want to sample again and again.
In fact, I plan to eat your pussy before you ride me.
But I need to lock up the house and “biologically speaking””—I say my air quotes rather than show them—“The two minutes won’t be bad for me. Or you.” I nip at her bottom lip.
She studies me for longer than I know what to do with.
“If you don’t want that, we can have vanilla on the hall floor. Or I can fold you over the arm of the sofa and slide into you from behind.”
She shivers and rolls on me again, her body wanting what her mouth won’t say. She lifts off, and I take a huge inhale, smelling us where we joined.
Her face flushes, and she quickly moves to cover herself.
I swat her hands away. From my knees between her legs, I say, “That pussy is mine, Wifey. I can lick it, tongue it, suck it, smell it, finger it, fuck it. Don’t you hide yourself from me.”
“Oh, crêpe.”
I hide my smile. “Two minutes. Naked in bed.”
“Maybe I want the spanking,” she says, looking over her shoulder as she sashays away.
Maybe she does know how to play the game after all.
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