“Get your lips on it.”
Well, that was my idea, at least. We both knew Liam had complete control here, and I was more than happy to surrender it to him. I wrapped my lips around him, swallowed him whole, and went to work sucking and stroking his cock.
I was desperate to have him inside of me, but I also felt under his spell. And it wasn’t like I was against my will being down here; on the contrary, submitting to his desires was the hottest turn-on for me. I just, you know, didn’t want him to be too dominant.
“Oh, fuck…you’re too good at this.”
I used his words as an excuse to back off for just a second as if I needed to breathe. My hand didn’t leave his dick, but I did slow down, hoping if he was about to finish, he wouldn’t quite yet.
“You like it?”
“Stand up.”
I did as commanded. Once more, he swept me up in a kiss. But there was a difference between a kiss as a bridge to something more and a kiss for the sake of the kiss, and this felt like the latter. I wasn’t being taken somewhere else—well, I would, eventually. I was being admired and appreciated.
And then, eventually, we tumbled to the bed. Or rather, he remained upright while I tumbled on the bed, thinking he was following right behind me.
“You’re not gonna join—”
“Face the wall. Ass up. And don’t look back at me until my cock is inside of you.”
Well, who was I to argue with that?
I turned around and did as commanded. I found myself waiting for longer than expected, wondering when—
Oh, he was inside me.
No, not his cock.
He was fingering me. He was going to make me orgasm before he came inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Liam!”
“Don’t look back,” he said, “or I’ll stop.”
I couldn’t even guess why, unless he just enjoyed having this sort of control. Which, again, who was I to complain? The pleasure was rapidly intensifying, getting me closer and closer to orgasm—and it wasn’t even like he was doing anything special. He was just special himself.
And sure enough, it barely took a minute or two before I found my pussy pulsing around his fingers, clenching down tightly as orgasm cascaded over him. And then, while I was still in the midst of my orgasm, he pulled his fingers out and put his cock back in, and I realized why he’d done that. It must have felt like the tightest he’d ever been inside, the way my pussy was clenching and shaped to the size of his fingers.
It went without saying, but his cock had significantly greater bulk on it than his fingers.
He wrapped his hands around my hips, dug his fingers in, and drove in deep and hard, groaning about how fucking tight I was. Finally, I allowed myself to look back at him, admiring his rippling abs, his defined chest, and his sharp jawline. Holy fuck, that was the epitome of handsome right there.
I had trouble keeping my eyes on him because of how good he looked. It felt like everything was clenching again, building down toward yet another orgasm. It felt so good, I almost—almost—felt like I’d have to ask him to stop.
But why the hell would I do that? The only way it would happen would be is if he went back in right after, as if the pause would “reset” the nerves and make it feel like the start all over again.
Before I could seriously contemplate such a thing, though, his fingers dug deep into my skin, to the point of being a bit painful, as I felt his cock swell inside me.
“Say my name, Kelly,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“Oh, fuck, Liam,” I said, emphasizing his name as seductively as I could. “I want your cum so bad. Give it to me. Finish all inside me and give me everything you have!”
I could just barely see Liam’s face contorting and squinting in pleasure, but I could most certainly hear the accelerated breathing and feel his cock gaining in girth.
“Come for me, baby,” I said, “and finish inside of me. Yes, Liam, yes, oh, fuck, yes!”
As his breathing intensified, both getting faster and getting louder, I matched his tone and volume. I begged for his cum. I wanted that warm seed.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck…”
It was right there.
So close.
Again.
“Fuck!”
And there it was. I let out an equal moan of pleasure—it was not an act, I genuinely loved feeling him finishing inside of me—as my pussy filled with his warm seed. The round seemed to last a fucking eternity, as if he hadn’t even touched himself since the last time we’d had sex. It was almost ridiculous, but in the best way possible.
And then, when he finally finished, when he pulled out, he turned and sat on the bed. I waited for him to collapse into me, rolling on my back. But he just…sat there.
“Liam?”
I sat up. He looked…stunned.
“What’s wrong?”
He finally looked at me.
“Absolutely nothing,” he said, “and that’s what’s crazy.”
He gulped.
“All my life, I’ve always been waiting for the other shoe to drop, mostly because I can start to see it fall. But now, I’m here with you, and…there is no other shoe to drop. You’re all that I’ve ever wanted.”
He took my hand in his.
“I’m sorry that it took so long for me to get my shit straight. And I’m still going to fuck you for countless nights like I did just now. But I’m not fucking around otherwise. I’m here for you.”
He leaned in to kiss me.
“Forever.”
Forever.
Forever mine. Forever there for Charlotte.
