“Goddammit, Bel,” he growls. “Your scent. Your taste. Your pussy. So fucking nice, baby.”
We’ve barely begun and my heart is racing the way it does when I’m near orgasming.
Liam swings my legs over his strapping shoulders and uses his fingers to pry my pussy open for his feasting. “Tell me what you like, okay? I only want to please you.”
“I-I will.”
I don’t have the chance to tell him I’ve never had my pussy eaten before he fastens onto me. That the two guys I previously had sex with were of thewham, bam, thank youma’amvariety. Meaning a little bit of fingering and thrusting their cocks for two minutes was their idea of sex. I rolled with it, considering I did have a bit of fun. But neither wanted to eat me out and quite frankly, I didn’t want their mouths near my pussy either. Sex was one thing, but the act of oral always felt much more intimate to me.
Liam is passing with flying colours.
If he hadn’t admitted his inexperience to me, I would have assumed this guy held a certificate of excellence in pussy eating because goddamn is he licking me for broke.
I have no choice but to throw my head back and moan loudly. “Liam.”
My temperature rises until I’m a furnace. Heat rushes through my veins. My toes curl, my fists ball in my sheet, and my entire body twists as Liam works me to a fast release. He’s got his middle finger screwing my pussy while his tongue hugs my clit like they’re reunited best friends. His rough exhales warm my flesh. His mouth slurps my wetness like it’s his main source of nourishment. And his beard is a constant wonderful friction over my sensitive skin.
The cherry on top of the cake is the way Liam is groaning, like licking my pussy isn’t for my pleasure. It’s forhis.
He’s gone feral after one taste, his fingers digging into my thighs while he smothers his face in my pussy. My cum is all over the tip of his nose, his lips, his chin, his beard. “Fuck, if I knew you were walking around with this smooth cunt hidden underneath your panties, I’d have knocked on your door months ago, Bel.”
“L-Liam, please.” My thighs are shaking on either side of him. “Please, please, please.”
His lips return where they belong: suctioning my clit. When his tongue joins the mix and starts flicking it in a quick rhythm, my soul leaves my body.
I retract my earlier statement. Some men are good at opening jarsandeating pussy.
My fingers knot in his hair and I buck my hips against his face. I’m reduced to a boneless heap of desperation, neediness, and loud moans.
Liam groans when my fingers rake through his scalp. From the pain. From the pleasure. From the fact that my burgundy nails are paid and provided by him.
“Fuckkk.” He tongues me faster. Fingers me harder. Drives me wilder. “You taste so fucking delicious. God, I just want to put you on your back with your knees to your chest and make your wet pussy take every inch of my cock like a horny bad girl.”
I’m about to sayLiam, please do, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth are moans that grow louder exponentially by the second.
The sensation of Liam’s swirling tongue and his fingers moving in and out of me, making love to my G-spot, ignite my body like a flame.
My climax rushes out of me as ecstasy sizzles through my veins.
Still relishing in my ground-breaking orgasm, I glance down to see Liam raising his head. His eyes meet mine. Intoxicated, they stare at me like I’m the sole reason for his air.
And his beard…
Dear, Lord, my cum glistens on it like a prized commodity.
I sure soaked it like the ‘naughty little bad girl’ he teased me for being.
“Are you okay?” he asks hoarsely, maintaining eye contact as he peppers kisses over my inner thighs, my satisfied pussy, the stretch marks on my lower stomach. “Was that fine?”
“Fine?” I smile with a lazy grin. “Liam, you made me come so hard, I think I forgot what year it is.”
He chuckles. The sound vibrates through my sensitive body. He lowers my thighs from his shoulders and kneads my muscles. I don’t miss the way he traces the dimples absentmindedly with his finger, connecting them like a constellation. “Glad to hear you enjoyed it.”
I narrow my eyes as he kisses his way up my body, my breathing still laboured. “I thought you said you were a virgin. Where did you learn to do that?”
Liam teasingly nips my jaw, then husks in my ear, “I said I’m a virgin. Not a saint.”
“Have you given head to other girls before?” If he says yes, I’m going to turn green with envy like the Hulk. I’m just as possessive of him as he is of me.
