My hand drifts lower until my fingers find her entrance again—slick, warm, already aching for more. I pinch her clit gently between my fingers, and she gasps, her back arching off the bed.
“Do you like that?” I ask, my voice a low rasp. “A little sting with the sweetness?”
“A tiny bit,” she whispers. “Yes.”
Her answer makes my cock jump with joy.
I cup her pussy, glistening with desire again. My hand is large, and it covers her mound and then some. She pushes her hips up into my touch, grinding.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I growl against her ear, pressing the heel of my hand harder into her clit while my fingers slide through her folds. “I don’t think I ever fucking will.”
“Mmmm,” she moans, her hips pushing desperately against my hand. She’s right on the edge, her breathing fractured, her thighs trembling. She could come just like this.
But no. I don’t want that. I want her to come on my face, on my cock. Not just my hand.
I shift lower, settling between her legs, pushing them wider until she’s open for me completely. I take in the sight of her swollen pussy, so wet and ready to take me again.
“Christ, Em,” I growl. “You’re obscene.”
I drag one slow finger through her heat. “And you’re mine to taste.”
I bury my face in her pussy before she can breathe a word—tongue sliding through her folds, mouth sealing around her clit. She cries out instantly, her back arching off the bed, fingers tangling hard in my hair as she tries to grind against my mouth.
I give her what she wants and more.
My teeth nip her just hard enough to make her gasp my name like a plea.
I slide two fingers inside her, thrusting deep and curling them until she’s shaking under me. Then I add a third, stretching her around them, pushing her right to that perfect line between pleasure and surrender.
“Liam, oh God,” she whimpers, hips bucking helplessly.
Her orgasm hits fast and sharp, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her taste flooding my mouth as she shudders through it. I hold her there, licking her through the aftershocks, savoring every shake, every broken sound.
When she finally sinks back onto the mattress, I pull my slick fingers from her and bring them to her lips. Her eyes flutteropen, and she takes them into her mouth without hesitation, sucking them clean, moaning around my knuckles.
She grabs at my hips, pulling me up her body with greedy hands. Her eyes are glassy, wild, hungry. She looks up at me and whispers, broken and breathless:
“Liam… I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck. Yeah.” Grabbing the headboard with both hands, I fuck that pretty pink mouth of hers. She takes me in, down her throat. She holds the shaft in one hand, my balls in the other, and she sucks. She licks along the shaft, along the head, then takes me deep. I pick up the pace, and she moans, the vibration pushing me too close to release.
Even though every part of me wants to come in her mouth and watch her swallow, I pull out before I can tip over the edge.
I need more than that.
I need to be inside her again.
So I flip her to her stomach and pull her ass up in the air. I smack her ass, and she yelps, then giggles.
She stops giggling when I shove my cock as far into her as I can. I fuck her hard, one hand snaking to press at her clit. Her noises are animal, primal.
I keep that friction on her clit, and she pushes to meet every thrust. And just when I feel she’s about to come, I pull out. She cries out in protest as I flip her again to her back.
“I want you to look me in the eyes when you come,” I say. “Because this is a promise, Emma. This? You and me? This is forever. You’re mine. I’m yours. You got it?”
She makes a nonsensical sound, her hips reaching, pushing, trying to get to me.
“Emma,” I say, a warning.
