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We have a week off before the Knights play against Nashville in the final game. Which means, once again, I can’t tell him now, even though the words are on the tip of my tongue.
“See something you like, babe?” he asks, running a hand down his perfectly sculpted abs.
“That depends. Does it come with a side of ice cream?” I counter.
“It could be arranged.”
“Then I like it very much,” I say, licking my lips.
Liam steps towards me. He drops his towel on the floor as he kneels up on the bed and fists his cock in his hand. “What do you want more? The ice cream or my cock?”
“Mmm, that’s a hard decision,” I tell him.
“Princess, make your choice,” he says.
“You, my choice is always you.” I smile, and my tongue darts out, wetting my lips as my eyes stay glued to his cock. The same cock he’s presently rubbing up and down with the palm of his hand.
“Take off your shirt,” Liam demands. I don’t have to be asked twice. I rip the shirt off and throw it over the side of the bed. Liam straddles my upper body, cupping my breasts in his hands. “Fuck, I love these,” he says, massaging the flesh.
“I would never have known.” I smile up at him.
“Well, maybe I need to fuck them real good, just so you don’t forget how much I fucking love them.” He groans as he reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube.
Squirting the liquid on my chest, he rubs it all over my breasts before he pushes them together and slides his cock between the tight opening. Nobody has ever done this to me before Liam. He loves it. And I’m not opposed. It’s hot. Watching his face, seeing the pleasure and the lust in his eyes as he stares down at me, that look he’s giving me right now—he might as well be feeding me an aphrodisiac. My core pulses with need, wanting him to move down my body and fill that emptiness with his cock.
“Fuck, so fucking good, babe,” he groans.
“Liam, I need you to fuck me,” I say.
“You need me to fuck you?”
“Yes, it’s a need, not a want,” I tell him.
“Well, I’d hate for word to get out that I’ve not been meeting all your needs. What kind of boyfriend would I be, then?” he asks.
“The ex kind of boyfriend.” I laugh.
“Oh, she has threats,” he says as he lets go of my body and moves his farther down mine. “I’d love to see you try to make me your ex, babe. I promise you that it will be a fight you will never win.” He picks up my legs, spreading me wide open, as he stares down at my lace-covered pussy. His fingertips run along my pelvis. “I think you should get a tattoo right…here.”
“A tattoo? Of what?”
“Property of Liam King, with an arrow pointing down to your cunt.”
I laugh at the absurd things this man says. It’s weird how we can have whole conversations while enjoying each other’s bodies like this—again, something I’ve never experienced before Liam.
“That is never happening,” I tell him.
“Do I need to remind you that you once saidthiswould never happen?” He waves his finger between the two of us. “Like I said, I always get what I want. It’s just a matter of being patient, wearing you down,” he says.
“Liam?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” I tell him.
Liam takes hold of the top of my panties and tears them down my right leg. Moving the lacy material to the side, he slides his fingers through my wet folds. “I fucking love how you’re always ready for me,” he says.
I wrap my legs around his waist. He lines his cock up with my entrance and thrusts inside in one fluid quick movement. I still for a second. It always takes me at least a second to adjust to his size. Liam stays buried inside me. Leaning down, he captures one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks. My back arches off the bed as lightning bolts of pleasure radiate straight to my core.
