Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
He discarded his shirt as I sat there, naked, staring up at him. Unable to look away.
What had I been saying? Oh, yes, the, uh …
His jeans and boxer briefs went next as he shoved them down far enough for me to see his erection. The head was already red and swollen. He kicked off his boots, then finished with his jeans. I had been about to say something.
“What don’t we need to do?” he asked, taking my waist and tossing me back further on the bed. “Is it this?” His words had barely left his mouth before his tongue licked from my entrance to my clit.
My hands went to his head as I cried out.
“That sure is a creamy pussy for something we don’t need to do,” he said while flicking his tongue out and lapping at me like a treat he couldn’t eat fast enough.
“Liam,” I moaned, lifting my hips and threading my fingers in his hair.
“You definitely needed this,” he said with a dark chuckle.
I was too lost in the pleasure to care that he was showing me just how little self-control I had.
“So pretty,” he murmured as his finger ran through my folds, then held me open. “Tight little cunt already clenching. Wanting my big cock to stuff it full.”
Another cry passed my lips. His finger slid inside me, and he began to pump it as his tongue played with my clit. I was going to come. I opened my mouth to tell him when the warm gush happened, and this time, I saw it—the actual liquid that came shooting out of me.
“See that?” Liam said, licking up everywhere it had gone. “You need to feel that, don’t you?”
His hazel eyes were almost black as he looked up at me through his lashes, cleaning me.
I’d never done that before. Only with him. Did he do some trick to make me do that?
“The next time some younger fuck tries to take what’s mine, just remember,” he snarled as he sat up, then grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach, “whose cock this cunt craves.”
His hand landed on my butt, and I jerked from the sting.
“Get that ass in the air,” he ordered.
I moved to my elbows and bent my knees as I raised myself off the mattress. Liam ran his hands over my bottom, and then his lips touched the spot he’d just hit.
“I love seeing my red handprint here.”
Wetness trickled down my thighs, and I wiggled my bottom. “Liam, please,” I begged.
“You need me, baby?” he murmured. “No young fuck can do it like I can.” His words were followed by his hard length plunging into me.
“YES!” I cried out at the relief of being filled.
“Whose dick is this?” he demanded.
I turned my head to look back at him. “Yours,” I panted.
“Say my name.”
“Liam.”
He started thrusting into me hard. “Is this Country’s cock?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Do you want it to be?”
His eyes had that wild look in them again as the bed shook beneath us.
“NO! I just want yours. I always want yours,” I told him, hearing the desperation in my voice. “I wake up wanting it. I think about it all the time.”
He tightened his grip on my hips. “Take it then. I want you to feel this tomorrow and remember who owns this cunt.”
“YES! GOD! That feels good!” I moaned, meeting each of his thrusts. “I’m gonna come!”
“That’s what I want. Coat my dick with it,” he encouraged, his voice sounding hoarse.
His name tore from my chest as I convulsed from a blissful surge.
“FUUUCK!” he roared at the same time his cock jerked inside me, releasing his thick ropes of cum.
When his hands released their hold on me, I fell onto the mattress. Liam moved beside me and pulled me against his chest.
The sound of our ragged breathing filled the room. We remained silent for several minutes. The heaviness of exhaustion started to pull on me.
Liam played with the hair that was draped over my shoulder. Wrapping a strand around his finger, then letting it fall before doing it again.
I wanted to say something. He’d distracted me with sex when I was trying to make a point. But the things he’d said about younger men stopped me. Was that bothering him? Did he think I’d want someone closer to my age eventually?
“I’m not sorry I hit him,” Liam said. “I’m not even sorry I broke his fucking nose. But I am sorry I yelled at you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
I closed my eyes and wished I were a stronger person. Perhaps one with better morals. I’d like to think I was most of the time. But if we all had our kryptonite, then Liam Walsh was mine.
34
Liam
A glass of whiskey slid across the table I was sitting at, going over the background checks on the new girls who had applied for a job and made it past Tex’s approval. I glanced up to see Tex move into the other entrance of the circular booth to sit across from me.