‘You are mine. This cunt is mine. Your every fucking breath is mine. Say it.’
‘I’m yours,’ I whimper. ‘All yours.’
‘Tell him,’ Liam demands.
‘I’m his. It’s over. Oh my fucking god. Fuck…. Liam!’ He arches into me in a way that forces another orgasm ripping through my body.
‘That’s it, darling, take it all. Give me it all. God, baby, I’m going to fill you up.’
Liam’s fingers tighten around my throat, holding me in place while he fucks his release deep into me, rope after rope of hot cum filling me. We are a mingle of hot breath and quaking bodies, sweat sliding where our bodies meet.
I never want it to end.
His eyes glitter as he keeps thrusting, sending out combined juices gushing out of me.
‘Fucking slut,’ Darren says.
Liam reaches over and hangs up. ‘I had to make him know you’re mine.’
‘Is it wrong if I admit I found it hot. I love that you want me so bad.’
‘There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more in my whole life. I don’t want to pull out of you.’
‘Then stay inside me.’
He takes one of my legs and swivels it past his chest, tucking in beside me on the sofa and pulling my backtight to him. I squeeze his softening cock and giggle when he moans.
‘Keep that up, and I’ll be fucking you again.’
‘Oh nooooo, I’d hate that,’ I joke, before clenching again.
We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. I look down at my thighs, and see his teeth marks still pink and visible. I graze my fingertips over the indents as satisfaction makes me preen.
‘That was…’ I manage.
‘Okay?’ he asks, still doubting himself.
‘Everything I’ve ever wanted.’ I take his hand, threading my fingers through his.
The sitting room is warm, and I can feel his heartbeat thumping against my back.
‘Was coming inside you a problem?’ he asks, trailing his masked mouth over my shoulder.
‘It’s a problem that you’ve only done it once…’ I tease.
‘I mean… like babies and stuff.’
‘I have the implant, we’re good.’
Lying in his arms, it feels like everything is right. Not fixed, but exactly where I belong. The note-maker is still out there and knows what I did in the woods. But this thing between us has deepened.
‘Are you alright?’ I ask.
‘Best I’ve ever been,’ he says.
‘You’re not what I imagined when I used to think about the grown-up version of you.’
‘What did you imagine?’
