There is no doubt that her beauty is coveted by thousands of people, but it’s her sassy attitude and nurturing soul that have had me in a chokehold from the start.
I want to treat Mabel like a queen and kiss the very ground she walks on. I whisper a prayer to the universe to give me the opportunity to show this incredible girl the world, for she deserves nothing less.
Mabel smiles wickedly and widens her legs, the invitation clear as day. “Then come touch me, Liam.”
I pounce on her.
Hauling her into my lap, I settle comfortably against the seat and attack her neck with gentle love bites and teeth nips. Her shriek melts into a languid chuckle.
“You like being manhandled, sweetheart?”
“Only by you.”
“What else do you like?” I’m ravenous for her. I redirect her lips to mine for a kiss.
It’s nasty, sloppy, and gets me hotter than ever.
Bel can feel my hardening cock. She sits firmly atop my crotch and grinds in slow, torturous movements meant to drive me completely insane. “I like the feel of your hands on my body. I like the way you wrap your arms around me and make me feel safe. I like—no,love—the taste of your lips. I’ve thought about kissing you incessantly for two years. Some nights, the thought has kept me awake until I…”
I groan, my fingers digging into her waist. “Until you what?”
I’m holding my breath, hoping Mabel will say what I think she’ll say.
“Until my fingers find their way into my panties and I’m touching myself.”
I almost pass out hearing her filthy confession.
Not too long ago, I wouldn’t believe a girl like her could want a guy like me. But after airing out our feelings, I understand Mabel’s been a goner for me since the beginning.
The same way I’ve been a goner for her.
“You touch yourself often to the thought of me?” It’s almost too good to be true.
“At least once a week.” She mewls when I tug her bottom lip with my teeth, her fingers denting my brawny shoulders. “I usually lie in bed, going over our conversations and fucking myself until I come all over my hand. You drive me crazy whenever you call mebabeor praise me for the smallest things.”
Lust sledgehammers inside my core, imagining this girl playing with her wet pussy. Because I got her all hot and bothered with my words. Because I’m the guy of her dreams.
All because ofme.
“I used to envision what you’d look like, Liam.” Mabel’s finger traces my lips in adoration. “However, the reality of you blows away anything I’ve ever imagined. I don’t think a word exists in the English language to describe your handsomeness, but if I had to settle for one thing, I’d say you resemble a real-life warrior. One that’s all mine to keep forever.”
Anything I could have said in return dies in my throat.
This girl.
This fucking perfect girl.
“I must have done something right in my past life to deserve you.” I clutch the nape of her neck and draw her forehead to mine. “There’s no one like you. There will never be someone like you for me. You’re it. You’re in my veins, in my blood, in my goddamned bruised heart. You’re everywhere and when I close my eyes, all I feel and see is you, Mabel.”
A strangled noise escapes her and Mabel presses her mouth to mine in a violent kiss. It’s the kind of kiss where we know there’s no going back. We’re headed straight for the final happily-ever-after in our fairy tale.
I will make all her wishes come true, I swear to myself, as I lose myself in her rousing kisses and the smell of her—sunshine and lemons.
“Bel,” I groan like an animal as she lays hungry kisses all over my neck like she’s addicted and can’t get enough. “Will you let me please that pretty pussy of yours, baby?”
I’m surprised I said it out loud, but honesty is the best policy.
She stops and raises her head, panting, “Y-You want to?”
