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She craved love.
Touch.
Holding.
A man that didn’t want to abuse her, but was attracted to her.
“Yes,” she replied, her voice trembling.
With a satisfied grunt, he grabs her hips and hauls her over his lap, draping her legs on either side of his waist. Willow can feel his thick length pulsing under her ass and she grinds down on him, smiling to herself when a small groan escapes his lips. He reaches up, tangling his fingers through her hair, tugging until the pins come popping out and it tumbles across her shoulders. Shivers erupt over her body when he pulls on her hair, pulling it back to expose her throat to his searching lips. They trail over her skin, his tongue scorching each place it touches.
His mouth travels down, across the tops of her tits, biting at the tender flesh, until he encounters her buttons. He flicks the top button open with a finger. “How attached are you to this dress?”
Willow looks down at him; her vision is blurring and her legs are heavy with desire. She couldn’t care less if he chewed the damn dress of off her at this point. “Not very,” she pants.
“Good.” He yanks at the row of buttons and they pop, clinking and rolling across the floor. He jerks the dress open and rakes his eyes over her body. He palms one breast, testing its weight on his hand. “No bra. Nice,” he mutters, before leaning forward and capturing one pink nipple in his mouth.
Sparks explode over Willow’s body and she arches into his mouth, pushing her tit further into his tongue, gasping when he bites down and her nipples swells against his mouth. Liquid fire pools in her stomach, igniting her pussy and soaking through her white panties. Her head is back and she’s panting as he moves across her chest, teasing one nipple then the other with his teeth, pulling on her hair until she’s bowed back and he’s dipping his tongue into her navel.
Willow’s not sure she can stand the electricity zipping across her body. Liam’s lightest touch sends gooseflesh shivering over her skin, peaking her nipples and making her thighs shake. He hasn’t even kissed her, she realizes. But the thought floats away when he grinds his denim-clad cock into her.
She reaches down to him and tugs his shirt from his jeans, pulling at the buttons until it’s open and his chest, brown and muscled, is there for her fingers and mouth. She bites at the tendons of his neck and watches as his flesh pebbles. She scrapes her nails across his chest, scoring his flesh with light red marks. His eyes flash and their color deepens to black. She slips off the sofa, settling between his thighs. Her eyes never leave his as she tugs at the button to his jeans and pulls at the zipper. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her thumping heart, and reaches into his jeans. She knows her eyes get big when she wraps her hand around his cock. She hears him chuckle when she pulls it free and sees that her hand doesn’t quite fit around the thickness. A thrill runs down her spine when she thinks of him inside her, stretching her open. But not yet.
Now, his cock freed and in her hand, she leans forward and swipes her tongue across the head. It jumps in her hand and she tightens her grip, smiling to herself at his low groan. His hand has traveled down and is resting on her head, not pushing her, just sitting there lightly. She captures the tip of his cock in her mouth and savors the faintly salted taste of his skin before easing her mouth down the length and back up. She can hear his breathing coming ragged above her and the knowledge that she’s causing it sends a sensuous roll through her body. Now, his hand is tangled in her hair and he’s pushing at her head, urging her mouth down onto his cock. She lets him push until she can feel the spongy tip hit at the back of her throat, then she pulls back, sucking in her cheeks as she draws upward.
“Shiiiit,” she hears him draw out softly above her before he yanks her up by her hair and pulls her back onto him. She looks down when she hears a soft snick and feels something cold against her hip, her eyes widening when she sees the tip of a switchblade resting on her skin. She stills, her heart skipping beats, and watches as he flicks the blade at the fabric of her panties, one side then the other, before pulling them away from her and dropping the destroyed fabric to the floor.
Before she can catch her breath, he’s wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her up, grasping his cock with the other hand and pushing it against her pussy. She can feel herself stretching around the head, knows her slickened slit is coating his cock. One smooth push and she’s completely opened, her body expanding to wrap around his girth. He reaches up and tweaks at her nipples before resting his hands on her hips and pulling at her.
“Ride me,” he orders her harshly and she does. She slips back, letting him slide from her sex almost completely before pushing back down onto him. She grinds her hips and looks down to see where their bodies meet, watching as he helps her lift up and down, as his cock slips in and out of her. When he reaches one hand forward and pinches at her clit she falls forward with a guttural moan, her pussy clenching around his shaft. She bites at his shoulders, trying to keep quiet as waves wash over her, pushing her over an edge of sharp pleasure.
She’s shuddering against him when he grabs at her hips and pistons into her, pounding at her sex with a fury she’s never felt before. The pleasure is bordering on pain as he hammers into her, stretching her wide, his fingers bruising into her skin. She holds onto him, letting him savage her, his face pressed into her tits as he explodes into her with one final push. She feels him pulsing inside her, pushing his seed deep into her. He’s gasping into her chest and she can feel his heart thudding against her body. Willow wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into her, resting her damp cheek on his hair, waiting for their breathing to slow down.
When he finally pulls back from her, the look on his face is dark. And frightening. His cock is still inside her, she’s still on his lap, but she feels him putting distance between them. Willow tries to lighten the atmosphere that’s tensing up around them. She smiles down at him. “Wow. That was…wow.” She chuckles a little. “So, been a while since you had sex, huh?” she jokes.
Willow falls back against the sofa when Liam gently pushes her from his lap. She tugs at the front of her dress, pulling it across her breasts, trying to cover herself now. Did she say something wrong? Do something wrong?
Liam’s eyes are hooded again, shuttering his thoughts. “I haven’t been with a woman since I got out of the joint.”
Willow starts to laugh but cuts it short when she sees him watching her with a deadly serious expression. Liam stands abruptly, buttoning his jeans and tucking in his shirt while heading toward her door.
“Wait…I didn’t mean anything,” Willow says to his back. “I thought you wer
e joking. I didn’t think that you’d been inside.”
Those words should have told her to stay away from him. He realizes that Willow’s desperate, the type of woman that likes a bad boy. He’s not a bad one. Just an angry one, waiting for the day he gets word about his ex. He’s put a lot of money on the street to find her and until he does or until it’s time to move on. He’ll be out of there.
He stops at the door, his hand on the knob. She swallows when she notices his shoulders drop. He was serious, she realizes. Before she can say anything else he wrenches open her door and disappears into the hall. She jumps up and runs to the door just in time to hear the click of his lock echoing down the hallway.
Chapter Six
Liam
What the fuck did I just do?
Liam slams his door shut and smacks the lock home. Pacing the length of his living room, he aims a punch at the wall beside his door before pulling his fist back. Beating the shit out of his apartment isn’t going to solve anything. Not that there’s anything to solve. He fucked his neighbor and let slip he had spent time in jail.
No big deal.
