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“Liam, please fuck me, please, please—”
“No.” He’s panting now, his hand stroking himself hard and fast, his face tight with pleasure as he reaches the edge. “Watch me, Ana. Watch me as I—” He groans, and I see him stiffen, his cock going rock-hard in his fist, visibly throbbing. “Watch as I fucking come—all over—your little clit—”
A groan of pure pleasure tears past his lips as he goes absolutely still, his cock shoved up against my throbbing clit as he squeezes his shaft, now glistening with my arousal as well as his. I feel the same pleasure suddenly unfurling through me unexpectedly as I watch, frozen with need, as the first hot spurt of his cum coats my throbbing clit.
The sight of it, the heat of it on my skin, sends me over the edge. I claw at the blankets, screaming out his name as my back arches. I hear Liam groaning mine as he starts to stroke his cock again, fast and hard, the head rubbing frantically against my clit as spurt after spurt of his cum drenches my clit, my swollen folds, my entire fucking pussy. It feels so fucking good, and I can feel Liam rubbing himself against me, his groans filling the room as we come hard together, and I can’t help myself. My pussy is clenching, aching, and I wrap my legs around his thighs, arching upwards so that his cock slips downwards, sliding in our mingled arousal. For just a second, as his orgasm starts to ebb, I feel the blissful, perfect sensation of his swollen cockhead piercing me, stretching me, shoved inside of my aching body.
Liam freezes in place, and he grabs my hip with one hand, shoving me down and holding me still. I can feel him pulsing inside me, the last drops of his cum trickling out, and he stares down at me with his hazy, lidded green gaze.
“You want my cum inside of you that badly, little lass?” He growls the words, and I nod breathlessly, hardly able to speak.
“Please, Liam—”
He’s still hard. I can feel him throbbing, and he closes his eyes briefly, his entire body shuddering as he holds himself there, barely inside me.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he murmurs. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”
I don’t know what possesses me to say it. If I’d kept quiet, he might have kept going. He might have slid into me then and there, let me feel all of him filling me, if only for a moment.
“But you want someone else, too,” I whisper, looking up at him, even as my body tightens with the effort to hold him inside of me.
Liam tenses, his eyes opening as he looks down. “No,” he says flatly. “That’s you, lass. There’s only one woman for me, Ana.” His hands slide down my thighs, pulling my legs away from him, opening them wide. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
He rocks forward once, letting me feel the friction of him just barely inside of me. And then he pulls free, standing up as he turns away from me to walk into the bathroom.
I lay there, watching him go, covered in his cum and trembling, my entire body taut with desire as if he didn’t just make me come more times than I thought was humanly possible.
What the fuck are we going to do?
SIX
LIAM
I’ve never been to Saoirse’s family home before. I’d called her, telling her that we needed to talk, and she’d agreed. “We most certainly do,” had been her exact words, spoken in a clipped tone that told me this was going to be very far from a pleasant discussion.
The O’Sullivan manor is a huge, old stone house a decent distance from the city, on a sprawling piece of land that stretches farther than I can see, with rolling green hills and stables within view, as well as an equestrian course and a huge landscaped garden and greenhouse behind the main house. It’s in that garden that Saoirse told me to meet her, so I do exactly that, glad to avoid the possibility of running into her father by not actually going inside.
Or so I hope, anyway. For all I know, he’s waiting out back for me as well.
I open the wrought-iron gate that leads into the garden, walking down the well-kept cobblestone path, following it deeper into the manicured expanse of trees, flowers, and shrubs until I see Saoirse’s dark strawberry hair, pulled away from her face and falling in heavy curls down her back.
She’s standing by the fountain in the center of the gardens, and she turns towards me at the sound of my footsteps, though I don’t know how she heard me over the sound of the splashing water. She looks as lovely as ever, dressed in dark jeans and an emerald silk blouse. I don’t doubt that the color choice is intentional, meant to remind me who she is and why I’m meant to marry her.
“If you throw a penny into the fountain,” Saoirse says, her hands resting against the cool, damp stone as she leans against the edge of it, “you can make a wish. What do you think I ought to wish for, Liam McGregor?”
She slides one hand into the pocket of her jeans, her left hand. The engagement ring sparkles in the bright sunlight, almost blinding. I know that, too, was calculated.
When she pulls her hand out, there’s a copper penny clasped between her thumb and forefinger, and Saoirse turns her back to me, leaning towards the fountain.
“Should I wish for a faithful fiancé, do you think? Maybe one who is truthful and doesn’t lie to me. Or should I wish for his older brother to appear so that I could marry the McGregor brother who would appreciate the princess being handed to him, gift-wrapped for the sake of his status and pleasure?” She straightens, turning back towards me. “That’s what I’m meant to be, you know. A trophy. Something to prop up your position, to legitimize you even further, so that you can wipe away the stain on your family name with my virgin blood.”
I shift uncomfortably, and Saoirse smiles, clearly enjoying my discomfiture.
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like the thought of it. All you men do. An untouched bride, one who will shiver with pleasure for your cock and your cock alone. You alllovethat. Everything I have to give you, everything I have to offer, could be nullified in one instant, if I spread my legs for some other man. It makes it tempting, honestly. Especially after what I found in your apartment.”
Her gaze hardens. “Because it doesn’t matter whereyoustick your cock, does it, Liam? So long as I’m pure on our wedding day.”
“My lack of virginity can hardly be a surprise to you, Saoirse,” I say dryly. “And after all, don’t you want a man who knows what he’s doing in bed?”
