I lift her leg on my right side and toss it over my left shoulder and place the one on my left on the other side. My neck is between her ankles as I lift on my knees. Driving down into her, she screams and quickly follows with “Oh God, the neighbors,” slapping her hand over her mouth.
“Let them know what they’re missing.” I thrust and thrust and thrust, and I watch her take and take and take. She tenses, so I find her clit and pinch just as I bottom out inside her, feeling her squeeze me tighter than a vise.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I say as she opens her mouth in a silent scream, pulsing around me, milking me.
No.
Ruining me.
36
heaven
Lorien
Just like yesterday, I wake before the alarm to find myself enveloped in the safety of Liam’s body, pinned by his arm, my sex squarely in his possessive hold.
My very sore sex that was deliciously abused last night. I push back into the warmth of his body, to feel his solid length and hear him groan. Worse for my heart, that groan is followed by a “Morning, Wifey,” and a kiss to my shoulder.
“How did you sleep?” I ask into the darkness.
“That’s the best I’ve slept in a long time.”
“I don’t think I moved after I hit the pillow,” I offer.
“You didn’t move, but you did talk.”
I stiffen. Oh no. No, no, no. “I don’t… talk in my sleep.”
He laughs, his chest bouncing me in my warm cocoon. “It’s most enlightening.”
I rotate in the circle of his arms to find his face, trying desperately to figure out if he’s lying. His hand resting on my lady bits is now squarely on my hip, warm and wide.
As I look at him, his knee, and the scratchy hair on it, parts my thighs, butterflying my top one and holding it wide.
He reaches between us taking his dick in hand and sliding the underside of it up and down my slit. His piercing hits my clit over and over.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod, the air thick in the room as I watch his eyes.
“Are you sore?”
I nod again, swallowing back the worry I feel.
“Want me to kiss it and make it better? Or want me to destroy that pussy so you feel me between your legs all weekend?”
The underside of his dick is distracting me in a wonderful way, so I simply nod again, hoping that is enough.
“Need your words, baby.”
Reaching up, I scrape my fingers through his beard and curl them to tug him to me. “I want to feel you, William. All weekend long.”
He growls and rolls me onto my belly, lifting my hips.
“That’s two. You just growled. Five to two. In fact, if we’re counting per instance, you might be in the lead.”
He moves between my legs and spreads my knees farther apart than they’re used to going. If I’m here too long, I’ll be sore all weekend from this and not the sex.
