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“Thank fuck, baby. I don’t know what I would have done if you walked out of here. That’s not true. I would have followed you and chained you to my bed until you gave me everything.” Holy hell. His mouth is as much of a turn-on as everything else. Who knew I liked dirty talk? “One more thing I need you to do, angel. I want you to undress yourself. Completely. Give yourself to me by showing me everything you have been trying to hide from all of the unworthy pricks out there who coveted my prize. Show me how much you want this.” He grabs his cock through his pants, and I practically drool all over my chest, picturing that bat inside his pants. I stand before him, my body shaking with anticipation and need, and slowly lower the straps of my dress. My sweater was dropped somewhere between entering the room and reaching the bed.
I watch his eyes burn from a bright color to a molten darkness as my dress pools to my ankles. For once in my life, I am glad I have an unhealthy obsession with fashion magazines because even though I never intended on being here in this moment with someone, not my husband, I have always loved gorgeous lingerie and spent money from my monthly trust left to me by my grandfather on ridiculously expensive sets of bras and panties that no virgin should own. “Shit.” He wipes his mouth and licks his lips. His eyes leave trails of fire as he runs them up and down my body. “Take it off, baby. I want an offering. I want you naked and open for me to feast on.” Oh god. I thought the men were supposed to do this part? I don't think my hands can do this. It is only because I can feel and see how much he wants me that he gives me the courage.
When my bra unsnaps, I feel the weight of my breasts as they bounce free, and immediately, the nipples begin to harden. I want to say something, but nothing leaves my mouth. My thumbs lift my panties, and I bend forward, watching his hooded eyes follow the jiggle of my tits as I push my panties to the floor and lift back up. He says nothing yet again, but I can feel the energy radiating from him, and I know he likes what he sees. I shift my feet, unsure of what to do next. He still says nothing. Instead, he walks toward me and touches my shoulders, his eyes searing into mine. He bends his head, and when his lips touch mine, I melt into him and allow myself to simply feel.
He exhales into my mouth and runs his hands back up to my neck. His mouth devours mine in a slow dance of sensuality. We both recognize in this moment that we have time, and we are going to use it. I relish the feeling of his hands framing my face as he makes love to my mouth. I push my body into his still-clothed one and moan at the feeling of my nipples rubbing up against his buttons. I whimper as he continues to suck and bite my tongue, dominating this connection between us. His hands trail down my side, his thumb teasing the side of my breasts, moving closer to my hardened buds. I push my chest into his hands, silently begging him to touch them. “Liam.” I have no shame. I need him to make me feel the culmination of this week.
“I know, my angel. I am going to touch every part of you, baby, I swear. Go lay down for me.” He has to know by now I would do anything for him. I am just praying he doesn’t break me.
Chapter Thirteen
Liam
Goddamn. She lays down on the bed like such a good girl. I watch her slide her body to the middle of the bed and lay there waiting for me to worship her like I have wanted to from the moment I met her. I move closer to her on the bed and stand in front of her as I undress, my eyes never leaving hers. I want her to stay in the moment, but I also don’t want her focusing on my dick as it pops out of my pants and hits my stomach. My angel is a virgin, and the last thing I want to do is scare her. Naked, I move to the foot of the bed and take in her body once more. Her pink-painted toes are fucking erotic. Christ. “Spread your legs, baby. Show me the pussy I am going to own, Orla.” She bites her lip in hesitation but does as I ask. I lower my gaze to her glistening pussy, and my tongue literally begins to burn with the need to taste her with my head between her thighs. “Look at that pink flower, angel. She’s so shiny and tiny. Is she throbbing for me?” I run my finger through her folds and lift some of her honey. I want to bring to my mouth and suck it from my hands, but instead, I reach up and rub it over her nipples, coating it in her own dew so when I fuck her, I can still taste this sweet treat.
