Looking straight into her eyes, I take a swig of tequila straight from the bottle, then lick her pussy. A big, fat, greedy lick that leaves her shivering and soaked with saliva.
“Damon.” She grabs onto my hair as I do it again, and then once more.
“Fuck,” she mewls, and I know I have her back where I want her. A spike of lust propels me to stand and force Liv across the room. Shoving her onto the bed, she lands on her back with a little bounce. Then I attack, forcing her legs apart, licking her until she’s senseless.
In a fucking state, I pour the tequila all over her pussy and lap it up like a fucking thirsty dog. Everything is wet — the sheets, her thighs, my face — and I fucking love it. I want more. Need more. Grabbing Liv’s ass cheek, I shove my tongue as far into her entrance as I possibly can, spearing it in and out relentlessly as she squirms and moans. She’s turning me into a goddamn madman on a hunt for cum.
Fighting to keep hold of her slippery bottom, my pinky finger accidentally penetrates the sweet spot of her ass.
She lets out an exaggerated moan that vibrates all the way down into my balls.
An entirely new need is born, a want so ferocious I would do nearly anything to have it.
I suck on Liv’s clit tenderly as I test the water, fingering her pussy, then smearing the wetness down in between the crack of her ass.
“Damon,” she breathes my name.
There’s apprehension there.
“Liv, I want to be inside every part of you,” I interrupt her before her thoughts begin to spiral. “Let me be the distraction you need.”
I circle my tongue around her swollen clit and lightly push on her tight little forbidden hole.
“Oh,” she expels and drops her knees, widening her entire body to me.
“That’s it, baby, relax.” I lick her continuously, slowly, concentrating on the delectable pleasure point peeking out between her bare folds.
Liv’s breathing deepens, each breath more labored than the last as I lick and finger and push her past her breaking point.
Then I feel it, her muscles contract around my thumb and middle finger.
Her thighs tremble and her sighs elevate into this beautiful harmony of pleasure.
She comes hard and fast and so fucking loud I’m sure the people in the next room heard her. Precum leaks from the head of my cock from just the thought.
Liv pants wildly on the mattress, her body completely limp. She looks so fucking gorgeous. A broken mess on the bed.
I kiss my way around her side, sensual, emotive kisses, as I turn her over onto her stomach.
I lie on top of her, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Just let me have you.” I press my lips on her temple. “Trust me.”
Liv just sighs. It’s a tiny acknowledgement to my request.
With my hormones raring to go, I kiss my way down her naked back and force her hips up into the air.
For love and money, of all the times I fantasized about Liv Ward, I never envisioned this. And the reality is more gratifying than a merciful death.
Using Liv’s wetness, I coax her open, scissoring my fingers firmly but gently. I take my time. I want her loose. I want her wet, and I want her to accept me into her body. I want it to be glorious for both of us.
The more I finger Liv, the looser and wetter she gets.
“You like me touching you.” I can’t stop the arrogance from rearing its ugly head.
“Maybe.” Liv doesn’t give me the satisfaction. That’s okay. Her body tells me everything I need to know.
Once I can fit three fingers inside her comfortably, I know we can move forward. I’m a desperate, starving animal by this point, aching to be inside her. Dying for her to destroy me.
Sinking myself into Liv’s soaked entrance, I lube up as best as I can. She moans as I simultaneously fuck both holes, the walls of her pussy and ass expanding and contracting. It’s so damn good I could come right here on the spot. But I meant what I said. I want to be inside every part of her.
