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“Fuck…” He groans before his tone shifts again. “You love this, don’t you? You love it when I treat you like a whore.”
I moan loudly as he pushes two fingers inside my pussy. Liam gives me no time to adjust to the intrusion as he roughly fucks me with his hand. I back up an inch to chase his touch, but as soon as I move, he pulls his hand away, leaving me devastatingly empty, another whimper escaping me.
A loud crack lands against my ass, followed by the same kneading motion as before.
“If what I’m doing isn’t good enough for you, then I’ll just stop.” He’s taunting me, and I hate the way I grow wetter at his harsh response. “What do you want? Since you clearly aren’t satisfied with what you’re getting.”
I don’t respond, causing him to smack my assagain.
“Hannah, answer me.”
“I want your cock,” I whine.
The mattress dips as I feel him move onto the bed. Liam kneels behind me, his knees pushing my calves apart to slide between them.
“You want my cock?” he taunts as he slides the tip between my folds, the sensation tantalizing, yet still not enough.
“Yes.”
“Say it—tell me again. Tell me you want my cock.”
“I want your—”
My words are cut off as he slams into me, pushing deep inside with one swift thrust. I let out a sharp moan and quickly bury my face in the pillow to muffle my sounds of pleasure as he starts to move within me, each stroke more urgent than the last. His powerful thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through my body that I can’t contain any longer, and a loud moan escapes my lips despite my best efforts to keep quiet. He doesn’t stop there, though, and drives into me even harder, his movements rhythmic and intense.
“You want me to fuck you like I hate you?” He increases his rhythm, nearly pushing me forward on the bed as I bite down on the cotton duvet in an attempt to quiet the scream building in my belly. “I’ll gladly fuck you however you like. But just remember that you, along with this pussy—” He chooses this moment to slam into me, pulling a scream from my lungs. “—are mine and only mine. I don’t take lightly to what’s mine being mistreated.”
Liam’s grunts melt into the air with every harsh thrust, growing more and more ragged with every movement. “So remember that next time you let someone treat you like that. Now—” He pauses, giving me a welcome reprieve to breathemore fully. “Touch that delicious little clit of yours while I fuck you. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
My middle finger finds the tender bundle of nerves and I begin to trace circles. The combination of feeling so full and fucked so roughly makes the contact almost too much.
Liam pulls one hand off my hip, but his thrusts don’t relent. He’s just as punishing, yet with the added stimulation it almost feels better. I nearly scream as his now-wet thumb circles the tight ring at my back entrance, teasing me as he presses the tip in. As he fucks my pussy with his dick, he keeps the same rhythm with his thumb in my ass and I reach the moment of no return faster than ever before.
I detonate, my orgasm taking me so violently, so intensely that I start to scream into the pillow.
Liam doesn’t seem to like that; he yanks me backwards mid-orgasm, his free hand wrapping around my throat firmly, but not restricting my airway. He somehow manages to drag my orgasm out for what feels like forever and, just as I think I might pass out, I feel Liam’s lips against my ear.
“Fuck, I love the way you come on my cock. I’ve never felt anything better.” His words send shivers down my spine before he pushes me forward, causing my face to meet the duvet again.
His strong hands grip my hips tightly, and my body trembles with each thrust. He pounds into me relentlessly, dragging out each thrust until I can feel everything resonating through me. His voice is a low growl as he nears his climax. The last few strokes are but an echo of pleasure until his body finally stills. The heat of his cum radiates deep inside me, and I am overcome with pleasure as he slowly withdraws from me.
I feel so empty with him no longer inside me, but as his cum drips down my thigh, I feel entirely spent, and I can’tthink of a single other person in this world that I’d rather spend me.
The soft terrycloth of a damp washcloth drags across my sensitive core as Liam cleans me up. His tender touch is a far cry from how he was only moments ago. As much as I love when he’s rough with me, that side of him pales in comparison to the doting man behind me. I roll over onto my back, allowing him easier access to drag the cloth against my flesh as he wipes my thigh with precision.
Liam tosses the washcloth into the hamper in the bathroom before returning to lay next to me in bed, grabbing me and pulling me into his arms without hesitation. His ragged breaths rattle me as I settle against his chest, the sound of his breathing a soundtrack to bring me calm.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, causing me to smile. I open my mouth to talk, make a snide remark about his sudden affection, but he speaks before I have the chance to taunt him.
“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Just let me hold you for a while.”
And I do.
FORTY-ONE
HANNAH
My knuckles rap against the bridal suite door twice before I hear footsteps briskly approach. Savannah opens it with a bright smile on her face, her attitude far more chipper than one would expect so early in the morning. Her copper waves are pulled tightly into a bun, and she wears a sage silk robe tied at the waist. On the back of the robe is written in fancy script: “Matron of Honor.” We hug briefly before she steps aside to let me in. I take a moment to survey the room before us, the space filled with sunlight streaming in through the large floor-to-ceiling windowpanes. A queen-sized bed dressed in layers of white and blue sits against the far wall, vases of seasonal flowers scattered here and there, and a vanity mirror reflecting Gen’s smiling face back at me.
