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“So much has happened. It’s had my head all screwed up about us. The strain with my family is so hard, but … I didn’t think you were the type to settle down,” she confesses, hands clasping at the nape of my neck, mouth quivering. “And I—”
“I’m not,” I admit, and her face blanches, so I quickly add, “I wasn’t until you, but you turned me into an addict. I’ll never give you up. Ever. Which I’ve said about a hundred times. You should listen better. I hate repeating myself.”
Her head lolls to the side, resting on her arm as she giggles. It’s one of the most lavish sounds I’ve ever heard from her, aside from her whimpers and moans. But as that laughter dissipates, she straightens, wriggling over my lap, her wetness soaking into my jeans, dividing my attention.
Her throat works on an exaggerated swallow, telling me she’s no less distracted, mouth sticky with a parched yearning when she finally speaks. “Maybe you need to do a better job of driving your messages home, Liam.”
“There’s that sass I’ve warned you about.” My eyebrows arch in reproach as my fingers slip beneath the thin leather strip over her pussy, stroking through her heat to the cadence of her moans. “You’re drenched, baby. Is that from crawling to me? Or because you know the punishment for that smart-mouth? Or because you’re finally free?”
“All of it,” she pants, squirming in a plea for my fingers to forgo the teasing circling of her opening and thrust inside. “But it started as soon as you told me to crawl.”
Fuck me.
“There’s my dirty girl.” I plunge three fingers inside her, relishing the delicate flicker of her eyes, the parting of her luscious lips, the muted song of her muffled purr. “Fuck my hand, Ace, and tell me why you resisted.”
Heavy lids hood her gaze as she rocks into my hand, voice gravelly and strained. “I hate feeling weak.”
“You’re anything but.” I pinch her nipple, evoking a sexy yelp. “Submissiveness isn’t weakness. Is that how you felt?”
“No.” She rakes her teeth over her lip, growing closer to her peak. “Anytime your eyes are on me, I feel strong, desired.”
“You’re both, Celeste,” I say, squeezing her tits one at a time, more aggressively, while my other hand continues the assault on her clit, shoving her toward the precipice. “So strong and so desired. I’ve never wanted anything more. Trusting me is brave.”
Despite her impending climax, she flashes a sardonic grin. “Brave and a bit insane.”
Right on cue.
In a blink, I withdraw my fingers, sling her across my lap, massage her ass, and spank each cheek, reveling in her reddening skin and the enthusiastic whines emanating from her. It’s not quite right though, so I leap from the chair and toss her onto the bed. She lands in that crawling position I’m so fond of with a shocked squeal. Well, a deflated version of it, which needs remedied.
“Ass up, Carver,” I demand.
All too eager, she flattens her chest against the Egyptian cotton comforter, the most delectable side boob billowing out. Her round, blushing ass greets me with a thrilling jiggle, goading me. Unable to resist, I lurch forward and bite, to which she trills a melody of shrieks and moans. Standing back to examine my work, I about lose my goddamn mind.
Christ, she’s a vision.
“Fucking hell, baby. You’re stunning, wearing my teeth marks. Let’s get some more handprints on that tasty ass, so you look like the good little slut you are.” I graze my knuckle over the hole no one’s ever entered—she confessed as much a few weeks back. “I’ll be fucking you there someday soon too.”
She shivers against my touch, but I move quickly to kneading her plump ass cheek, pulling up to deliver a hefty smack.
Again and again.
Knead and spank. Knead and spank.
Until she’s crying out and utterly soaked. Her arousal trickles down her inner thighs, so I have to go in for a savory sample.
“Jesus, you taste good. Candy apple.”
Both of us groan, and she writhes against me in an attempt to maneuver my tongue to where she wants it.
So greedy.
That in itself is an act of trust. She let me devour her our first night together. Finding out she hadn’t indulged in that with others was good for my soul. I don’t need all her firsts. I’ll be her last. But I’m happy to be the man who wrecks her in all new ways.
“Beg for what you need,” I coax, shucking my clothes and stroking my throbbing dick. Stretching over her, I tangle my fist into her mussed hair and yank until she side-eyes me. “Beg.”
In harmony with my rough command, she hisses out, “Fuck, Liam,” full of an understood imploration for more, but for clarity’s sake, she adds, “Please. More. Fuck me.”
Exactly what I want.
