Chapter 3 #3
“Beautiful messy girl,” he whispers, pulling his cock back. I gasp, spit rolling from the tip, dropping to my chest. He bends down, uses two fingers, and wipes it up before shoving it back into my mouth. “You dirty fucking girl.”
I’m going to break. Right here, right now, his fingers in my mouth, his cock in my hand, but I don’t get a chance. Instead, he lets out an animal growl and drags me onto the bed, pinning me down and spreading my legs, his cock glazing itself up and down my soaking slit.
He kisses me hard, stretching my arms above my head, fingers lacing together. His other hand holds my hips steady as his cock plunges inside, easing in at first.
It’s like breaking apart. I moan, shift my weight, move my hips upward and take more of him, spread to my absolute maximum. It hurts, but only a tiny bit. He eases back out, then thrusts into me again, my breasts pooling and shaking, his hand holding me still.
“That’s right love, take me deep, get used to me darling. I’m going to fuck you until you shatter, then I’m going to make you suck me nice and clean and swallow my every drop. Can you do that darling?”
“Oh god keep going,” I moan, eyes rolling back.
He thrusts faster, going so deep it’s maddening. “You’re close already, aren’t you love? Fuck you feel so god damn good. I’m barely holding on right now.”
“My god that’s incredible. Please, Liam, I need it, keep going.”
He grinds deep, fucks harder, drives into me like there’s nothing left in the world. I buck back, lost in the moment as he bites my shoulder, pushing me closer to the edge of no return. I’m dancing there, eyes rolled back, brain a mess, until he whispers in my ear.
“Fuck, love, I can’t hold back much longer, you’re so fucking incredible.”
Damn him.
My triggers pull and I shatter like glass.
I break, gasping moaning, sweat speckling my skin, mixing with my own spit.
I come so hard I can’t breathe or think.
My vision tunnels and there’s only him, watching in expectant amazement, like he’s seeing something perfect for the first time.
He fucks me faster, grinding and filling, and as my orgasm begins to finish he pulls out with a gasp.
“Fuck, love, god damn it.” He moves up and buries himself in my mouth. “Oh fuck Regan.”
He comes on my tongue. It’s a salty, twitching explosion. He makes the obscenest sound I’ve ever heard as he strokes his shaft and finishes between my lips. Some dribbles onto my chin. I reach up, catch it on my fingers, and shove what’s left in my mouth.
And I swallow it all.
He stares, sweaty and gorgeous, cock still hard in his masculine fist. He looks like he’s never done this before, and it ruined him for good.
“I feel the same way,” I whisper, grinning stupidly.
“I’m not sure what you mean, but also—“ He pulls me against him, his big arms tugging my body tight, his cock against my ass. “I think I do.”
I smile to myself, starting to regulate. “Are you going to kick me back to the couch?”
“You didn’t need to fuck me into another world to make me let you share my bed.”
“Really? Shit, what a waste.”
He lightly spanks my ass. “Don’t pretend like I didn't ruin you for good.”
“Ruin me?!”
“That’s right. You’ll think of me every time you try to come.”
I close my eyes, chewing the inside of my cheek. He’s probably right about that. “You give yourself too much credit.”
“No, I really don’t.” He breathes in the smell of my hair. “I’ll prove it in about ten minutes.”
“What’s in ten minutes?!”
“When I’m ready to fill you to the brim again.”
I roll around to face him, panic threatening. “Wait. Hold on. We’re going to do that again?”
He seems surprised. “Do you not want to? Because here I am, assuming I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk while we’ve got the chance.”
“No, I do want to, it’s just—“
My ex used to finish, roll over, and fall asleep.
Liam’s smile is a mixture of understanding and amusement. “I am very far from done with you, love. If that’s not what you want, feel free to speak up. Otherwise—“ He leans forward and kisses my neck, one hand moving up to cup my breast. “I’m going to take my time.”
Oh, shit.
I know rationally that I should call it quits before something goes wrong.
That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life—maybe the best, period.
But if I stay here, what’s that mean?
Then again, Liam doesn’t seem like the kind of man who cares either way.
And in the morning, this version of Regan is dead.
So why not enjoy myself? Try something new? Give myself over to a gorgeous freak?
Well crap.
I twist onto my back and stretch, smiling as his eyes roam my body. I prop my head up on a hand and gaze at him.
“Alright… so what should we do for the next ten minutes?”
“I have thoughts.”
“Are they pure thoughts?”
“No, love. They are not.”
“I’m afraid I don’t want to hear them.”
He bends down touching me again, like he can’t help himself.
“Too bad. I find myself in a sharing mood.” His mouth moves closer, tipping toward my ear. “Now, let me explain exactly how I’m going to make you come this evening, and how you’re going to be a filthy girl for me…”