Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
My hands join his, wanting out of my pants as much as he wants me out of them. Liam rarely does sweet talk in bed. He’s crass and demanding. It’s always made it more exciting. It calls to the darkness inside of me that loves being dominated.
He yanks my pants down, taking my panties with them. He doesn’t move and I’m desperate for something from him. I look at him, ready to beg him to do more, but I stop because he’s looking down at my pussy in a way I haven’t seen from him before.
“Liam?” I ask, softly almost afraid.
“Dreamed, Ice.”
“What?”
“I’ve fucking dreamed for almost two years of having you back, of looking down at your body, of seeing your sweet cunt wet and glistening, ready to be fucked. You’ve haunted me, Ellie.”
“Liam,” I murmur, brokenly, because his voice is raw and there’s no doubting the sincerity of it.
“You’re not taking it away again. You’re not leaving me again,” he says and this time when he looks at me, there’s a fire raging behind his gaze. It’s burning so strong that I can feel the heat from it. “These are mine.” He reaches out and brushes his calloused finger over my swollen nipples as he says that, his voice guttural. He leans down, kissing each nipple. It’s just a small kiss, but I can still feel the emotion behind the action. I’m so wet that I shiver as the cool air of the room hits the wetness between my legs. Whatever comes next, I know that when Liam finally lets me come, it will be so intense that I may not survive. “This is mine,” he adds, that same finger sliding against my lips. We stare at each other as I open my mouth, taking his finger inside and sucking on it like it was his cock. For a mere moment, his eyes close and his strong, demanding body shudders.
I did that.
He wants me so much that I make him burn. I love that more than I could ever explain. I’ve always felt it was a gift that Liam reacts like that to me…with me. To see that it hasn’t changed, despite us being apart, feels like a miracle.
His hand slides down between my legs, his fingers dragging along the lips of my pussy, gathering the wetness that has collected there.
“Liam…,” I gasp, as his fingers slip and press inside, before slowly moving to caress my clit. He’s teasing me, but not entering where I need them the most.
“So wet and fucking ready and I’ve not even tried to get you there, yet,” he groans.
“I need you,” I respond, simply.
“This is mine,” he grunts, his fingers pushing hard against my throbbing clit. His entire hand is holding my pussy tightly. It’s a rough possession that makes me even wetter.
“Liam,” I cry, my body trembling with need.
“Tell me, Ellie. Tell me what I need to hear.”
“It’s all yours, Liam. I’m yours.”
His lips press against mine then, taking any other words I might say, his tongue thrusting inside to ravage. It’s almost violent, our teeth clashing, our tongues fighting and breath coming through in desperation.
He stands up and through desire-filled eyes, I watch as he undoes his pants, pushing them down his long, muscular legs. His cock, fully erect, wide, long, and throbbing, springs outward. It’s curved slightly to one side, the head shiny, wet and dark. I watch as he takes it in his hand and grabs the shaft tightly.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow, Ice,” he vows. In answer, I spread my legs open for him.
I’m on a razor’s edge, desperate for more. He jerks his head up, taking his attention from me. At first, I’m confused. Then, I hear the door open from the other room.
“What the fuck. I locked the door,” he growls. He reaches down and kicks his pants off, swiftly reaching over to the end table. He grabs his cut, throwing it over me. Then, he’s holding a pistol he must have hidden there. “Keep covered and don’t move, Ice,” he hisses. He aims his gun, taking a couple of steps toward the kitchen, his dick swinging with each step. If I wasn’t terrified, I’d have to laugh.
And then, I hear the voices and I want to kill…
“I don’t want to fight about it anymore, Dawn. I told you what I want and you need to figure shit out. You knew what I liked before we got together.”
“Don’t you tell me that shit. I thought I was what you fucking wanted when we got together,” my sister growls.
Yep, definitely going to kill them.
I know Liam knows who is there now, because he’s not as tense and the vibe coming off of him is not as deadly. He still doesn’t withdraw his gun, however. That could be a problem, because he’s never liked Dawn—or my mother really. He never liked how they treated me and he used to insist that something about Dawn felt…off. I’ve tried to convince him that Dawn is just an acquired taste, but he always just gave me a look, and changed the subject.