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"Is it such a bad thing that I want to bend you over this sofa right now?"
"You tell me," she purrs. I watch as her body language tells me a thousand words.
I extend my arm and stroke her blonde hair with my fingertips, and then grasping behind her head, I knot strands of her hair in my hand. With a tug, I pull her head back. Her mouth opens and I lean in, first kissing the corner of her lips, while her hot breath mixes with mine. Our tongues meet, sinking into each other. My lips curl into a smile. This is exactly what I fucking wanted. And now that we're here—like this—nothing else matters. "We shouldn't do this," she whispers, pulling away a few inches from my mouth.
"Who fucking says?" I ask, leaning in closer—so close that my lips are grazing hers again. "If it feels right, that's all that matters." I kiss her again, this time taking her bottom lip in between my teeth, and running fingers down her neck. She places her hands on my cheeks and throws her head back. I smile, kissing the length of her neck until I reach her collarbone. I hear her moan and I can feel her shiver under my touch. I bring my hands down past her shoulders. The heat of her body, and the soft touch of her skin only adds fuel to my desire. I move my hand to her warm thighs. Her legs open under my touch, and I push my fingers against her skin and under the fold of her dress.
"Take me," she purrs, as both of our bodies melt into one of desire.
Vivian
I stand in front of him, my mind grinding to a halt. Whenever desire starts to flow through my veins, it’s hard to think straight. Domination, submission—two opposite concepts that turn into something almost impossible to grasp whenever my eyes find Liam’s.
Since I was a little kid I had this rebel streak inside of me. Everyone told me to behave like a little girl, to be nice and polite to everyone. To submit. Of course, what I always did was pretty much the opposite of that. To punching young kids in the nose and refusing to go into a more feminine career (whatever that means), I always chose the road less travelled by. I never submitted to anyone, and I always refused to be treated like a young little girl. It just wasn’t me.
But as Liam closes the distance between us, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair… Right now I can’t help but feel like a little girl, more than willing to submit to the strong man in front of me. And, with Liam, it feels right.
"I don’t know what the hell you did to me," he whispers, grabbing locks of my hair and pulling on them, forcing me to bare my neck. "But I can’t stop thinking about you…" He lays his lips on my neck, kissing me all the way to my chin. "I can’t stop thinking about your naked body… About the way you moan when I’m inside of you."
"These sound like good things to think about," I say, running my tongue over my lower lip.
"They are, aren’t they?" And, with that, he presses his mouth against mine. We brush lips slowly, our kiss growing wilder and wilder with each passing second. When our tongues meet, I feel a stab of ravenous desire in my heart, an almost violent need to submit and obey the man in front of me. To let him lead me into PleasureLand.
"I want you to fuck me," I whisper against his ear, my lips brushing against his skin, "as hard as you can. I want you to use me, Liam. I’m yours." As the words leave my lips, my heart starts to race at a hundred miles per hour, my insides clenching as my brain tries to comprehend what I’m really volunteering for.
"You didn’t need to say it," he yanks on my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. "I’m going to fuck you hard, Vivian, no matter what you say."
"Yes, please…" I mutter, a growing wetness taking root between my thighs. I can feel my heart pounding against my eardrums, a legion of scattered thoughts fluttering inside my head. "Please," I repeat, my voice sounding meek but genuine.
A subtle grin dances on the corner of his lips and he lets go of me, taking a step back; I stand still, allowing his eyes to take in the curves of my body. Raising his arms, Liam reaches for me, hooking his fingers on the fabric of my dress, right below my neck.
I hold my breath, his grin widening at the same time; in a heartbeat, he pulls on my dress with all his strength, ripping it apart. My body sways as he tears the fabric apart, pulling it out of my body with viciousness.
"Much better," he says, looking at my half naked body. I let my eyes fall from his face to his crotch, and I notice the bulging shape there, pushing against his pants. I might be as wet as the Pacific, but he isn’t lagging behind, his cock so hard I half expect it to rip its way out of his pants.
I wait for Liam to tell me to go down on my knees, but that’s not what he does. Still in silence, he takes one step forward and places his hands on my hips, pushing me back. I stumble until I feel my back against the wall, my eyes widening in excitement as I try to guess his next move. Grabbing me by the waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall, my ass turned to him. I place my hands in front of me, at shoulder height, as he runs the tip of his fingers down from my neck to the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he then pushes the straps down my arms, allowing the bra to simply drop to the floor.
"And it keeps getting better…" he whispers, leaning against me. His hands on my waist again, he moves them up over my stomach, stopping just before his fingers meet my naked breasts. With slow deliberate movements, he traces their lower contour, moving his finger back and forth steadily, and then finally goes over their curve. A slight shiver goes through me and I close my eyes, feeling him so close to my nipples that they become even harder.
As he teases me, I jut my ass back, trying to press it against the bulging in his pants; he keeps himself out of reach, though, holding me tighter with the hand he has on my waist.
"We’ll get there… Patience," he whispers, nibbling at my earlobe as he allows his fingers to brush over my right nipple. I let out a heavy sigh, a warmness spreading from my nipple to the rest of my body, that electric buzz crawling under my skin. Pinching my rosy tip between his thumb and index finger, he keeps building up the desire inside of me, driving it so high that my mind goes blank.
His lips are on my neck now, and he starts to kiss my skin on a downward line—from my neck he goes to between my shoulder blades, and then makes the hike down my spine until his lips are touching the place were skin and thong meet. Parting his lips, he bites down on the small string of underwear and starts peeling it off, the fabric sliding easily over my ass as he pushes it down
my legs.
The moment I step out of my thong, completely naked and exposed, he squeezes my ass cheeks, rubbing them with the palm of his hands. I spread my legs wide, my hands still on the wall as I prepare myself to whatever’s in his mind. My skin prickles as I feel one of his fingers on me, gently sliding down between my ass cheeks; barely any pressure to his touch, he moves it all the way down until he’s touching my wet folds. Caressing my wetness, he leans forward; I gasp as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on me, pushing past my inner lips. Jabbing at my pussy with it, his movements remain slow but deliberate, his lips never touching me.
"Oh, God…" I whisper to no one in particular, pressing my forehead against the wall. I close my eyes and let my brain be overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through me. When his teasing becomes simply too much for me, I move my hips back, trying to press my pussy against his face; instead of resisting, this time he places his hands on my waist and matches my movement, pulling me into him harshly. The moment his mouth touches my pussy, I can’t help but gasp, my lungs struggling for air.
"I’m just getting started," he tells me, pulling out from me just to say these words. He dives into me again, eagerly pressing his mouth against my pussy and sucking as hard as he can; he pulls my folds into his mouth, running his tongue along them as he keeps my ass cheeks spread wide.
I’m moaning... and I’m moaning hard. Each stroke of his tongue sends a high voltage current up my spine, making me even wetter and desperate for his cock. But still he keeps sucking and licking me, working me with his mouth until I’m hissing through my gritted teeth.
Then, with no warning whatsoever, he curls his fingers on my hips and makes me turn around. My back against the wall, I look down at him, my heart beating wildly inside of my chest as I notice his lips glistening with my fluids. He doesn’t afford me the luxury of looking at him anymore, though without waiting, he places one hand under my left ass cheek and makes me lift my leg, placing it over his shoulder. One leg on the ground and other resting on his shoulder, my pussy is left open wide for him to devour, and that’s exactly what he does; closing his eyes as he leans in, he fits his mouth against my aching pussy, jabbing at my insides with his tongue. I pull on his hair, pulling him into me as I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness all over his face. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to relish it, redoubling his efforts.
"It feels so… So good…" I moan, throwing my head back as he laps at my clit with his tongue, circling it and then pressing down.
