Pulling out, I redirect my head to her loosened little rosebud. I’m close to losing my shit as it is, but once I push against it and slip an inch inside, my skull nearly splits.
A grunt so loud and primal escapes me as I penetrate her. Slowly shifting in and out, we moan together, Liv fighting it every so often.
“Just stay relaxed.” I spread her ass cheeks wide and watch her body swallow me. It’s so fucking hot and over-the-top forbidden. Because this is not just some girl. This is not just Liv Ward. It’s the Bowman’s fucking daughter, and I’m sure if he were alive, he’d try to decapitate me. Death would be worth it. One night with Liv is worth anything. It’s more than I could have ever expected. It’s more than I could have anticipated. It’s a dream wrapped inside a mundane reality.
“Oh! Damon!” Liv’s entire body locks up as I push more than half of my throbbing cock into her tight passageway.
“Stay with me, baby. You feel so fucking good.” I pull out just an inch, and then immediately push back in. We’re practically there.
Practically joined as one.
She whines adorably, in my opinion. Her sounds do nothing but turn me on.
“I love your fucking body.” The words spew. “I love being inside you. I love being with you.” I’m finally able to fuck her slowly, to move freely in and out.
Liv leans on her elbows, her hands fisting her hair as she pushes back on me, her ass high in the air.
“Tell me you love it. Let me hear just once how much you love me inside you.” I thrust in as far as our bodies will allow, and Liv heaves for oxygen, her moans of pleasure are desperate, needy, and breathy. Communicating she loves it just as much as I do.
“Tell me.” I persist, thrusting again.
“I love it.”She sighs, tormented.
Something inside me deflates distinctively. A weighted pressure that untangles around my heart and spreads warmly through my limbs, like a suppressed happiness. A happiness I didn’t know was trapped there. A feeling fossilized for ten long years.
“I love it, too.” I cocoon myself around her. Hugging her tightly, pausing all movement, basking in the primal feel of our connection. “I love being inside you. I love being with you.” I don’t know whether it’s the blow making me bold, or the booze making me stupid, but I can’t stop the verbal onslaught projecting out of my mouth. “You’re . . .everything. Everything I could ever want, or wish for, or dream about.”
And it’s the God’s honest truth. One night with Liv has made me realize she’s who I’ve been waiting for. Since I was nineteen. Since the night of her prom. Since we kissed on that dance floor and it changed me forever.
“Damon,” Liv mewls, and my name is a mix of pleasure, vulnerability, and confusion.
“Shhh,” I settle her. I think I’ve said enough for both of us tonight. Kissing her cheek lightly, I glide my fingertips down the front of her body and rest them against her damp, inflamed lips. “Can you come for me one more time?” I use all four pads of my fingers to massage her.
Liv shivers, and I feel the small physical response resonate all the way to the tips of my toes. We’re connected, completely conjoined.
“Ohhh,” she exhales, anguished, bowing her back like a little sex kitten about to get scratched.Goddessis the only way to describe Liv. She’s a woman on another Earthly plane. One far above my head and way out of my reach. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do everything in my power to keep her with me. I may not be able to give her what most women I meet want — fame, fortune, social status — but I can give her freedom. I can give her undying love and loyalty. A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold. A partner for life, if she’d even entertain the thought.
“One more time, just for me?” I persuade her like an impish puck. The swindler that I am.
“I don’t know,” she huffs out the response.
“I do.” I sink two fingers inside her and pump my wrist, inciting a charged response. Her muscles simultaneously tighten around my fingers and my cock, inducing spots to impair my vision.
I fight to hold on. Resting my forehead on her back, breathing labored, my erection pounding like an amplified heartbeat.
It is the sweetest agony, and all I want is more.
I’m a man glutton for punishment, and I’ll endure it for a lifetime if it means that Liv is the one by my side. The one I get to have in every sense of the word.
Liv begins to squirm beneath me, her body reacting to the demands of my fingers.
“I know you want to come again,” I rasp in her ear, taunting her. “I know you want to feel it. You want to fucking explode all over my fingers while I’m buried deep inside your ass.”
She moans incoherently in response.
Burrowing my face in the crook of her neck, I lick and nip at her skin as she begins to rock. Back and forth, fucking my fingers, using my cock.
I just let her work herself up, biting harder on her neck as the mind-numbing ache spreads like an inferno.
