Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
His mouth was back between my legs as his finger continued to ease in just a tiny bit more before pulling out. The build was there. I felt the first wave of delirium as it crested, and I cried out his name. His tongue left me then, and I fell forward onto my elbows, gasping.
The sound of a zipper registered in my orgasm-hazed thoughts, and then I felt the heat of Liam’s body as he moved in behind me. I fisted my hands, lifting my head to look back at him. The swollen head of his erection nudged against my entrance, and I let out a low moan.
“Fuck, that dripping pussy,” he said with his eyes on my butt as he plunged into me. His fingers dug into my skin, and he let out a deep rumble. “How the fuck is it tighter?” he swore, and then he pulled back and pushed in harder. “It is. Christ! It’s motherfucking tighter.”
I pressed back, meeting his thrusts, and his eyes lifted to meet mine before dropping back to my butt. He let go of me, then watched my bottom as he rocked into me. His hand came down hard on one side with a loud slap, and I let out a startled sound.
“Fuck, I love seeing this juicy ass bounce.” His voice sounded deeper than normal.
“GOD, Liam! Please, harder,” I begged, needing to feel him deeper.
The way his girth stretched me was like nothing else.
His hand grabbed my ponytail, and he pulled it back, then smacked the other cheek with his free hand. “You want to be ridden hard? Hmm? Is that it? You’ve been a bad girl, and you want to be fucked like one?”
I was going to come again.
“Yes!” I gasped out. “Please! Spank me!”
“Goddamn!” he swore as he started slamming into me with so much force that the desk began to scoot and the things on it were rattling. “Take that dick! Naughty little slut with a tight cunt that keeps squirting. Hungry for my cock.”
His dirty words kept coming, and the pulse between my legs grew so intense that I begged and bucked beneath him until it broke free and I screamed his name.
“Jesus! Fuck! GAH!” Liam roared behind me, and I felt the heat of his release as it shot into me with every thrust of his hips.
For a moment, we were silent as we stilled. This was even more spectacular than it had been in the motel room, and that had been life-changing. How had it gotten better?
Liam stepped back from me, and his cock slid out. The trickle of warmth I felt oozing between my thighs was him. He’d not worn a condom. But I guessed it wasn’t like he could get me pregnant since he’d already accomplished that. There were other things to worry about. Like the fact that he had sex with God knew who.
I stood up and turned to face him. His eyes met mine as he zipped up his jeans.
“I’m clean,” he said. “I get checked regularly and was just tested last week, but I will go get another one just to be sure.” His nostrils flared as he looked behind me, then reached for my tank top and handed it to me. “Get dressed.”
Here was where the regret came in. I’d known he was going to feel this way, and honestly, I should too. But I didn’t. Because that had been insane, and I wanted more of it.
I slipped my top on and went to pick up my panties, separating them from my shorts. I needed new ones, but I didn’t have any in here, so I put them on quickly, then my shorts. When I turned back to Liam, he was sitting in the chair with his head in his hands and his fingers threaded in his hair. My stomach sank.
Why did this thing between us have to be bad? When he was nice, I liked him. And we were very good at the sex part.
He let out a deep sigh and dropped his hands from his head and looked up at me. “That shouldn’t have happened. I drank too much, and, well …” He shook his head and leaned back in the chair. “Fuck,” he muttered.
That annoyed me. Why was he so upset? Was it because he had feelings for Sissy? That thought made me feel sick. Did he not like me because I was going to be a problem with their relationship? He had no idea how bad it was going to be. When she found out, she would lose it. But she wasn’t pregnant with his baby. I was.
“The amount of your cum pooling in my panties right now says you enjoyed it just as much as I did,” I said, angry that he was acting like this.