“I know.” She gave his cock a slow pump and he gritted his teeth against the onslaught of pleasure. “I want to taste you.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.
She couldn’t contain her smile. She loved him like this – barely holding on to his control, coming apart at the seams –for her.Holding his gaze, she circled the head of his cock with her tongue. She trailed the flat, broad edge of her tongue over his length from base to tip and flicked at the sensitive edges at his crown. He tasted like salt and earth, like something primordial and essential. She swirled the tip of her tongue over the opening at the top, pressing her tongue into the already dripping slit.
“Fuck,” he exhaled.
He grew harder and twitched beneath her tongue, jerking as she took just the tip of him into her mouth, enveloping him in wet heat. She sucked on his crown, her tongue massaging the ridges of the tip, and her hand working a slow pump up and down his shaft until his thighs trembled.
Min had never particularly cared for giving blow jobs before – it was something she would do to make her partner happy, but it was never something she enjoyed. But with Liam – she had been thinking about having him in her mouth for months, wondering what he would taste like, if he would prefer teasing flicks or long strokes, fast and shallow or deep and slow. She had never felt more powerful than she did in that moment, on her knees with a beautiful man’s cock in her mouth. She could get addicted to the way he responded to her, her own arousal gathering between her thighs just from bringing him so much pleasure.
Without warning, she sucked him down, taking him in as far as she could and sucking hard on her way back up. He grated out a string of curses, his hands tangling in her hair. She experimented with speed, relishing the way he jolted in her mouth when she flicked her tongue over the ridge of his crown. She hummed against him, and he throbbed into the vibration.
She swallowed as his tip hit the back of her throat. “Jesus Christ,” he swore, throwing his head back, his hands pulling on her hair hard enough to make her scalp tingle. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, and he pulled her off his cock with a pop.
In two movements, so quick she didn’t have time to protest, he raised her from between his legs and dropped her back on the bed.
“You like sucking my cock, contessa?” he growled.
Gone was the man who had been so tender with her, replaced by a predatory animal, a man who wouldn’t give her orgasms like a gift – he would extract like them payment. And she loved it. She wanted the Liam who stroked her hair and held her gently, but she also wanted this version of him, wild with his desire for her.
He pulled her jeans over her hips and flung them on the floor. He nipped at the insides of her thighs as he removed her panties, adding them to the pile. When he pressed on her knees, she spread herself for him.
“My turn,” he growled. Lifting her legs over his shoulders so her heels dug into his back, he circled her opening with skilled fingers as he murmured, “I’ve missed this gorgeous pussy. It’s only been a few hours, but fuck, I’ve missed your taste.”
Min gasped as he grazed her clit with his tongue. She wound her hands into his hair, desperate to pull him closer, but he didn’t budge. The look in his eyes was delightfully wicked.
“I could live forever with my mouth on your cunt,” he said. He pressed a finger into her opening, first one, then a second, then, with a shudder through her body, a third. He slowly moved them in and out, teasing at her hidden pleasure center but never quite touching it, until she was squirming and begging him with her body. “I want you to look at me when I make you come,” he said. “Look into my eyes. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Please, Liam,” she begged.
His fingers curled, pulling her closer and closer to the edge, as he stroked her clit with his tongue. Her hips rose to meet him, and he banded an arm across her belly, pulling her tight to his mouth and holding her in place, forcing her to take every stroke, every suck. She rocked against his tongue in movements she couldn’t control, his fingers drawing her pleasure to the surface, and then he locked his lips around her swollenness and sucked, in long, powerful draws as his fingers danced within her and she shattered. He held her eyes with his own, two dark pools of desire looking up at her from between her legs as he wrung every last shudder and moan from her body.
As her muscles relaxed, he pressed firmly one last time on that secret spot built just for him, sending a residual jolt through her body, before withdrawing his fingers and sucking them clean, one by one. All save the last, which he pressed into her mouth. She sucked long and hard, swirling her tongue to lick his finger the same way she had licked his cock.
“You taste so good, contessa,” he moaned as he pulled her to him, trapping his erection against her abdomen. He cupped her sex roughly. “Did your pussy miss me as much as I’ve missed it?”
“Yes,” she gasped, shocked at how turned on she was by his possessive streak. “Please. Fuck me, Liam.”
His clever finger began stroking her slit again, even as his cock kicked against her belly. “You’re all I could think about today. All the ways I want to make you come. All the ways I want to make you happy.”
His finger stroked deeper, lengthening its path to play against the pleated rim of her back entrance as well. She gasped at the unexpected touch, something she’d never considered before and now knew she would never be satisfied without trying at least once. He chuckled as she pressed back against his finger.
“Interesting,” he murmured to himself, nipping at her ear. “Now bend over.”
Min rolled onto her stomach and rose up on her hands and knees, arching her back and looking at Liam over her shoulder, wiggling her hips in anticipation. He knelt between her legs and traced a finger down the length of her spine, sending tingles and sparks across her skin. She heard him fumbling in the bedside table and the familiar sound of the small foil wrapper as he opened the condom. His hand curled over her hips, guiding her back until his tip pressed against her entrance. She shivered and tried to push back, but he held firm, controlling them both as he slid in, slowly, agonizingly slowly, until every delicious inch of him filled and stretched her. Her breathing hitched as his tip ground against a glorious place deep inside her.
Liam ran a finger over her bottom lip, slipping it inside her mouth, where she laved and sucked on it as it if were his cock. His breathing grew more ragged behind her, until he removed his finger from her mouth and stroked it through her ass cheeks, pressing the pad to the opening there, a gentle pressure.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“Yes,” She pushed back into him, and his finger slipped into her up to the knuckle. She shuddered, gasping at the intrusion, but he steadied her with an arm across her belly. “I’m yours.” She needed more. Min pushed back against him with a sudden, hard drive, and his cock and his finger both slid all the way into her, sending sparks across her skin. It was too much sensation, too much fullness, and yet nowhere near enough.
Liam folded himself over her back as he thrust, slowly in and out, his free hand sliding down over her belly so he could pinch her clit. The sensitive bud throbbed against his fingers, as if her heartbeat was now trapped between his fingers.God, why does that feel so good?
“Do you feel that, beautiful? Feel how my body knows yours. Feel how much your greedy pussy needs me to make it feel better.”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
