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I must stand there staring at her pretty pink pussy for too long because her body stiffens, and she tries to stand, second thoughts radiating from her body language before the words pass her lips. “I shouldn’t… We-I’m en—”
I press my hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her back down until her face is flush on the sofa and her ass is high in the air. My body folds over hers as I lower my mouth to her ear. “You know what to say if you want me to stop, but if you say engaged one fucking time, it won’t be your pretty pussy I fuck.” My thumb dips between her cheeks. “And I don’t have lube. Want to try me?” She hesitates, and I know her well enough to know it’s not really a deterrent, but then shakes her head, not a word passing her lips. “Good girl.”
I slide a condom on, and she shudders beneath me when I swivel my hips, running my cock over her cunt, then nudge her entrance. “Last chance,” I offer as I slide in an inch. She whimpers, and I have my answer. My hips surge forward, and she screams. I look at where we are joined and exhale hard for two reasons. One is relief to finally, finally be inside her again. The second… I didn’t get all the way in because she’s so damn tight. Which means engaged or not, my girl hasn’t been fucked in a long time.
Call me a caveman all you want.
I pull out to the tip, loving the sight of her stretching around me, and slam forward again, earning another scream when I bottom out. I shove her further over the arm of the sofa, knowing she’s probably close to suffocating, until only the tips of her boots touch the ground and hammer into her body. Her pussy sucks and squeezes me harder and tighter with each thrust. “Your pussy is fucking starving, baby. Why would you deprive her for so fucking long?”
Tears stream down her cheeks as her cries sing in my ears. I snake my arm around her waist, finding her hard clit, and roll it between my fingers. “Give it to me, Tiger Lily. You know what I want.”
She clenches me tight as she shakes her head. “N-no.”
“It’s adorable you think you have a choice.” I slap her ass as I fuck her harder. “Gonna make me work for it?” I nudge her legs wider, pull back, and swivel my hips as I slam into her with hard, quick thrusts.
“Oh-oh, God.” She squirms in my hold, but in this position, the squirming only helps me hit her G-spot with every pump of my hips.
Her hot cunt pulses, and I know, ready or not, she’s about to give me what I want. With one hard pinch of her clit, she shatters, crying out my name like a cursed prayer, squeezing my cock so hard, I feel every inch of her velvety cunt wrapping around me as her release puddles at my feet.
Before she comes down from her high, I pull out, flip her over, and shoot my load over her face, chest, and stomach. My hand goes out, holding myself up until my vision clears and I get a good look at my work of art.
I gather my hot cum from her cheek, then slide my fingers between her lips. She rolls her tongue over them, licking them clean with a heady groan that has me half-mast again already.
Grabbing her waist, I toss her on the bed and spread her wide.
“Liam, no. I need a minute.” But it’s too late. My tongue is already plunging into her like a man starved.
And I am fucking starved. Months have passed since I had her. This may be heat of the moment—all fire, passion, and aggression—but it’s what I need. What we both need. Soft and sweet can come later.
And it will come.
This won’t be the last time I have her spread to feast. The only way I’ll give her up is if I’m dead. And I may haunt her ass then.
I coax a second and third orgasm from her, admiring her beautiful lush body, glowing and glistening and completely lax as I crawl up her, licking and kissing her skin from cunt to tits, relishing the sweet, salty mixture of my cum and her sweat. I nip her hips, dip my tongue into her navel, bite her breasts, ensuring every inch of her will be marked by me as I make my way to her mouth, sinking my tongue between her lips as my cock slides into her pussy. My fingers knot in her hair, tugging her head to the side, allowing me better access to the sensitive skin where her pulse thunders against my lips.
“More,” she breathes against my neck as her teeth sink into my sink. “Fuck, Liam. More.” When her nails and teeth break my skin as she falls apart a fourth time, I explode, wishing there was nothing between us because my cum would be so deep she would taste it.
Barely keeping my weight off her, I pant, fighting to catch my breath. I stare at her beautiful, blissed-out face, cheeks red, hair clinging to her forehead, and wonder how in the hell I survived the last few months without this. Without her. How in the fuck was I fool enough to let my fear keep me from showing her and the world how I felt?
I place a kiss on her forehead and climb off the bed, heading to the bathroom. I wash my hands after handling my business, then grab a warm cloth. When I make it back to the bedroom, she’s snoring softly, and I smile. After cleaning her, I toss the cloth aside and pull her to my chest.
“I love you, Tiger Lily,” I whisper as I brush my lips against the back of her head. “I’m sorry I ever gave you a reason to doubt that. It’s only you, baby. Only ever you.”
And I close my eyes and let myself pretend she’ll still be here when I wake.
Lily
I blink into the darkness, enveloped in thick, corded arms, my naked back pressed into his expansive check. After the excitement of the night—the stage, the fights… the orgasms—and a little sleep, the inevitable regret kicks in.
Slowly, I shift, climbing from beneath his heavy arm. He grumbles, muttering for me to stay… Actually, it almost seems like he’s begging, and I hold my breath, wondering if he’s awake. A minute passes, then two, before I’m satisfied he’s sleeping.
Out of the bed, I stumble through the darkness, searching for my clothes. Difficult since I’m worried even the glow from my phone would rouse him.
I find my clothes, but they’re ruined, so I swipe his T-shirt from the floor and tug it over my head. My boots are strewn where he tossed them when he finally decided they could come off after one of the many earth-shattering orgasms, and my purse is near the door.
As I tiptoe to the exit, he mumbles again, and I freeze, my heart cracking as he pleads in his dreams for me to stay. Before I give in to the pain in my chest, I race from his room, doing a run of shame to my own.
Once inside, I sling the closet door open, grab my bags, and begin shoving my belongings inside. I have to go. I should’ve never come. Last night… I knew I wouldn’t make it the entire trip without succumbing to everything that is him, everything I feel, everything between us. My body craves him like a drug, but somewhere along the way, my ability to separate my heart vanished.
