Twenty-One
CATHERINE
Darkness greeted me when I opened my eyes. I reached out for Liam, but he wasn’t there. Wrapping the sheet around me, I padded out to the living room and saw him fast asleep on the couch. To my disappointment, I saw he’d put his jeans on. I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot, and I wanted those jeans back in a pile on floor.
Smiling, I dropped the sheet and crawled up his body, kissing his stomach, his chest, his neck, until he stirred. His arms wrapped around me and I trailed kisses along his jawline. His cock swelled against my hip, the sweetest invitation ever. Slowly, I made my way back down, unbuttoning the top button of his Levi’s and then pulling down firmly, the rest giving way in a satisfying chorus of pop’s.
And then, the real gift.
The real masterpiece.
Liam’s hard cock was divine. My hands gripped his shaft firmly and I brought my mouth down over him. He groaned, his hands finding my head and gently tangling his fingers in my hair as I slid my lips up and down, my tongue twirling around him, my fingers gripping him tightly. He growled, pulling me off of him. He grabbed my arms and pushed me back on the couch, hovering over me as he slid his cock inside of me quickly.
“Ah, for fuck’s sake,” he murmured as he slid inside. “I can’t fucking resist you.”
Waves of electric pleasure washed over me, his cock pounding into me roughly, over and over, hammering into me until I was crying out, his name flying from my lips, echoing through the suite. His lips found mine, silencing me, my screams dying in his mouth. Passionately, he kissed me, fucking into me with savage abandon, his muscles rippling under my hands. My fingers trailed down to his ass, holding onto him, feeling the strength of every thrust, his tight ass tightening and moving under my touch.
I shuddered below him, each powerful thrust pushing him deeper and deeper into me, my pussy quivering with pleasure, my body buzzing with intense hunger. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he slammed into me, no matter how much he gave me, my body begged for more. I pulled him closer, my thighs wrapping around his narrow hips, needing him deeper, closer, needing more of him, all of him.
“Oh, Liam, don’t stop fucking me, baby, please don’t ever stop…” I cried.
“Never,” he growled, his cock swelling inside of me. “I could come inside your sweet pussy a million times and never be done, luv.”
His words rippled through me, my pussy pulsing tightly around him, the pleasure ripping through me like a bullet.
“Fuck me,” I hissed, “harder, Liam, I want all of you…” I’d lost all pretense of inhibition. I needed every inch of his cock, I needed everything he had to give me.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered in my ear, his cock pushing into me deeper, “you like my cock, luv?”
“I fucking love it, Liam,” I cried. His hot breath on my ear, followed by the lips that seared my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin and the feel of his cock burrowing deeper and deeper, pushed me into blissful oblivion. My thighs gripped his hips tighter, holding him still inside of me as I crashed over the edge, my pussy spasming around him, my pleasure flowing over his throbbing cock. I whimpered below him, my body flailing wildly as I came.
“That’s it, baby, that’s a good girl, come all over my cock, luv, yes that’s it….” he captured my mouth in his, kissing me deeply as I came in long, slow waves. When I’d relaxed, he began moving again, his cock even harder, even deeper, even bigger as he pounded into me roughly. I looked up at him, his hair swinging around his face, his body moving like a fuck machine inside of me, his face hungry and savage with purpose.
He fucked me hard, like a man starving for release. I opened my thighs, letting him take me, letting him use me to find his own pleasure, hoping the bliss that washed over his face as he exploded inside of me felt as good as he’d made me feel.
He fell on top of me in a sweaty heap and I wrapped my arms around him. His cock still pulsing inside of me, my thighs pulling him close, holding him still and wishing I never, ever had to let him go.