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He smiles and takes his time, torturing me with need before finally straddling me once more. Patience has never been a virtue of mine so I reach between us to guide his dick to where we both want it. Just the tip of his cock inside of me has me writhing underneath him, begging him to go deeper. He slides slowly in and out of me, teasing me before filling me up in one smooth stroke. My hands grip the sheets tightly as the sensations overtake me completely. I moan loudly as my entire body shakes with ecstasy. My breathing quickens and my heart rate increases as he's thrusting in and out of me with abandon, not giving me time to catch my breath. He begins to increase his pace, the sound of his skin hitting mine–his balls slapping against my pussy–and my loud moans, mixed with the creaking sound of the bed frame beneath us, combine into one erotic symphony.
“Fuck.” He pants, burying his face against my neck. “God I can't get enough of you.” His words are punctuated with another long, intense thrust.
My body trembles with need for him, so much that I can barely keep my eyes open.
“Come for me.” He breathes heavily into my ear as he begins to speed up his pace. “I want to hear you say my name while you do.”
“Yes please,” I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets painfully. My whole body is shaking. “More Liam. Fuck me harder. Please.”
He lets out a guttural growl, his pace becoming even quicker. The friction between us becomes overwhelming. I let out a low moan, my hips bucking upwards towards his.
“Come with me baby girl. Come.”
He groans out. He slams into me, making me grunt out loud as a wave of pleasure crashes down on me. I feel the pressure building up in my center.
“Mmmm,” I whine, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. My eyes slam shut as his next thrust throws me over the edge. His cock jerks violently inside of me and I release my orgasm, moaning his name. My body trembles as waves of pleasure roll through my body, leaving me quivering with excitement and bliss. His cock throbs inside me as he cums, shooting his seed deep into me.
We lay there panting together for several minutes, trying to catch our breaths. He lays to the side, and roll towards to him. My head falls on his chest and his arm wraps securely around my waist.
“That was fun.” He says in a hoarse voice, kissing the top of my head.
“No kidding.” I murmur, closing my eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“Never felt better.”
He chuckles and nuzzles his nose against my temple. The last thing I see before sleep claims me is his gorgeous blue eyes staring right back at me.
* * *
As dawn approaches, the sunlight barely peaks through the blinds. The alarm on my phone is blaring, and I don’t know where I am. My phone is lighting up the room just enough for me to see the shadowed outlines of walls and corners. I blink, trying to orient myself. There’s no strip of hallway light coming from under the door. The throbbing in my head blurs my vision, reminding me of last night’s events.
“Liam?” I whisper into the darkness, reaching out to the other side of the bed and finding nothing but empty sheets and the faint smell of his cologne lingering there.
The silence in the room feels wrong, like a vacuum. I manage to reach for the lamp switch and flip it on finding nothing but a note carefully folded atop the nightstand beside the bed. The words are barely legible and I have to squint my eyes to read them:
“Good sex, but I’ve had better. See you…never.”
The note reads in Liam’s slanted, messy handwriting with a smiley face.
Fuck!
My heart beats against my chest so loudly, I can feel it pounding behind my eyeballs as I search for my dress and panties on the floor. I sit back on the edge of the bed and put on my clothes hastily, while trying to think clearly. Here we go again. “When will this cycle ever end? You really have outdone yourself this time, Lily”.I say to myself, as I gather what’s left of my dignity and walk out of the door.
Chapter5
Liam
SIX MONTHS LATER…..
Apparently, getting a cup of coffee and something to eat in New York city is now a herculean task. Bake Shark, my favorite food truck/semi restaurant, has always been a beehive of activity with long waiting times. Thirty minutes in and I’m only just reaching the front of the line. I heave a sigh of relief as I finally get to the front of the queue. The attendant pokes her head out of the drive through.
“Welcome to Bake Shark, sir. May I take your order?”
“The regular, Betty.” I respond, giving her a curt nod. Usually, we’d exchange pleasantries and catch up on everything and anything, but with the long line of hungry people behind me, and the amount of time I’ve pretty much wasted waiting means I can’t afford to. Betty, a sweet redhead with dark brown eyes, a pretty face and a killer body to match—looks disappointed by my lack of conversation as she scribbles down on her pad. She nods anyway before heading back inside.
One good thing about my time in the Navy was that I got to taste so many cuisines from around the world during my travels and amongst the many tastes that I got to savor and enjoy, this one ended up becoming one of my favorites. The owner of Bake Shark, my friend Brandon, was a top chef in Trinidad and Tobago before he decided to come to America. From the look of things, a good decision indeed.
