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A mild panic has me tensing. “What are you doing?”
His sinister smile and concentration on my backside tell me I already have my answer, even before he speaks. “You doubted me today. You doubted us—as a couple—who we are. Someday, that will stop. But until then, you need reminders.”
My mouth falls open to dispute what he said, but I did doubt us, I guess. Not entirely. But for fleeting spirals of thoughts that looped together into a mess of uncertainty.
So, instead, I ask, “How do you plan to remind me?” right as something cold, slick, and hard slips inside my virgin hole.
“Relax,” he croons into my hair while he glides what I assume to be a butt plug in and out of me. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
It’s small, creating a foreign sensation that doesn’t do too much for me, but the entirety of the scene bathes me in a tantalizing humiliation. I’m not sure how this became my vision of freedom, but Liam using me the way he likes is more invigorating than anything I’ve ever experienced. And the satisfied groan rumbling out of him is nothing short of salacious.
“Okay,” I whisper after a heavy exhale, and he smiles, our gazes locking in the mirror, his seductive dimple promising more to come.
He removes the plug, the loss unexpectedly uncomfortable, but quickly replaces it with another. This one’s larger, and I grunt through the insertion, so he slows.
“Be a good girl for me and let me in, Ace. This is to get you ready. It’s going to be my dick in a minute.”
I consider protesting, but choose a contrary move, pushing my ass out for more as a breath tumbles from my lungs.
His laugh wraps around me like a weighted blanket, assuaging all the overwhelming anxiety from earlier. “There’s my girl. That’s the spirit.”
He briefly fucks me with the larger plug, and my body starts to adjust and enjoy the intrusion, but then he switches gears and inserts a vibrator inside my pussy.
It fills me up so that I gasp from the sumptuous invasion, a velvety moan escaping me when I discover there’s also a small lip that rubs against my clit. He hasn’t even turned it on yet, but suddenly, I’m completely on board with … anything.
He bends away from me for a beat, and as I glance down at him, I see him emerging with two candles. Sliding them onto the dresser, he snicks open his Zippo and lights them.
“How romantic,” I quip.
“It’s not for ambience, Carver. You naked is all the goddamn ambience we need for romantic perfection.” He plants a kiss in my hair. “They’re massage candles. They won’t burn, but the wax will be streaking those divine tits.” In perfect synchronicity, on his final word, he reaches around to tweak both nipples, evoking another wispy moan from me.
My body is thrumming with excitement, and that titillating delirium is cascading down my legs. Maybe I shouldn’t be into this with my parents downstairs, but I’m here for it. So much that I can’t help but swivel my hips in search of more.
“So greedy, baby girl,” he teases. “Always so impatient for my cock.” Snickering arrogantly, he unfurls a demand. “You know how this works. Beg for what you want.”
Ordinarily, I’d contemplate screwing with him and tossing barbs back and forth, but I’m too worked up, so I fold, like a rookie card player who can’t bluff to save her life. No ace to smack down, but this move will lead to one hell of a win anyway.
“Please. I need you.”
After a few pumps of the butt plug, he finds my wanton eyes in the mirror. “What do you need, Ace? Tell me.”
I hear his zipper as I purr, “You, Liam. Inside me. Now. Fuck me, please.”
In a swift blink, the plug is gone, the vibrator is buzzing, Liam’s arm snakes around my waist to angle me just so, and he thrusts inside me. Slow but …
“Holy. Hell,” I breathe as he hisses similar sentiments and several expletives.
I’m so full.
Gloriously full.
And so heady.
But I can tell he’s not all the way in, and some discomfort is spreading, so I wince and tighten.
“Shh,” he coos, kissing my hair and gripping my hip. “You can take it. You’re doing so good. You can take more.”
Like always, his praise and encouragement unlock something inside me, unraveling my tension so that he glides in to reach his full seat, setting a pace that becomes not only bearable, but a rhythm of rhapsody.
