Chapter 21

Becky

11:23 PM WEDNESDAY

I hear Liam moan and feel his hot breath on my neck. My skin is on fire and my legs have turned to molten chocolate. If it weren’t for the handcuffs and Liam holding onto me, I think I’d collapse right onto the floor.

It’s not exhaustion I’m suffering from. It’s extreme pleasure.

“You’re fucking amazing, love,” Liam says and kisses me on my neck.

The words hit their mark. I can feel my cheeks go a little red.

Dan the Man never said I was amazing. Dan the Man said things like, Really, Becky? Those heels? With that skirt? Everyone in the office is going to think I’m bringing a prostitute to dinner.

But you know what? Fuck Dan the Man.

That bastard knows what he did.

“You’re a minx, Becky Brooks.” Liam continues to shower me in kisses. His hands are all fucking over me.

If I could use my own hands right now, I’m not even sure what I’d do with them. Touch Liam all over with them, probably. As much as I fucking could.

He’s so fucking sexy, right? That’s the biggest thing. Liam Black is the sexiest man I’ve ever come into contact with—and believe me, I had a lot of hot flings before I met Dan.

But this guy―this fucking man, with his fucking accent and his handcuffs and his hands wandering over my bare skin, touching me wherever he deems fit―he makes other men look bad by comparison.

He’s just that good.

“Dan never should have had you. He never fucking deserved you, love,” Liam continues, and I look at him.

I bite my bottom lip. “And do you deserve me, Liam?”

He grins wolfishly. “No, I don’t suppose I do.” He licks the curve of my left breast, and I shiver. “Maybe that’s why I’ve got you in handcuffs, hmm? So you can’t get away.”

Liam kisses my nipples and starts working his way down my torso.

“Who says I want to?” I sigh.

Thinking is becoming increasingly difficult again. Liam ignites a flame of desire in me, and it burns all the way through my body without an ounce of remorse.

Fuck, he’s good.

Did Dan the Man and I ever fuck like this? I can’t even recall. I know I never stripped for Dan the Man, that’s for sure.

Dan the Man turned the lights out before he’d even let me blow him.

Lucky for me, Liam Black is not a lights out kind of man.

Liam’s lips are kissing my cunt, and I know that any second, the inevitable will happen. His tongue will get to work on my slick, dripping clit.

I’m purring for him like a fucking kitty cat. Liam’s hands don’t stop—he’s petting me all over. And the whole time, he’s murmuring praise for me against my cunt.

Too much positivity is no good for anyone, or so Dan the Man would have said. Reality—Dan is a realist, after all—reality is supposedly much better. When you’re realistic with people, they’ll have realistic expectations and fewer disappointments.

Which I guess is why Dan the Man was always so upfront about what our life together would be like. There was no illusion involved, no Dan the Man behind the curtain. What you saw with Dan was what you got—or so I believed until earlier tonight.

I used to like that about him. I’ve always felt like people have this shitty tendency to wrap people up in cotton wool, protecting them from life’s default harshness, only to have them shattered into millions of pieces when something goes wrong.

Kind of the way that Dan the Man shattered my fucking life into a million pieces just a handful of hours ago.

“You smell fucking delicious, love. Like cinnamon and coconut. Mmm,” Liam growls, dragging his teeth across my hip until his nose is buried between my pussy lips once more. “My cinnamon-cunted woman.”

I giggle. He’s being ridiculous. I doubt my pussy smells like cinnamon at all—probably it just smells like pussy.

But it makes me wet anyway.

…I think I actually like that.

“My fiery goddess.” Liam’s hands slide up my torso to cup my breasts. “The sexiest fucking woman—”

“Are you an expert on women now?” Oh god. Why did I say that? I kind of just blurted those words out.

He probably is an expert. I mean, he’s so handsome, women probably throw themselves at his fucking feet.

“Trust me,” he murmurs as his tongue darts in and out of my wet pussy. “I am.”

Liam comes up for air, but when I open my mouth to challenge him, he pinches my nipples. Whatever I was going to say turns into a gasp of ecstasy.

“Give in, love. You’re smart, you’re charming, you’re fun―and, frankly, you’ve got great tits. You scrunch up your nose in the most delightful fucking way when you laugh, and you moan so sweetly when you orgasm that I ought to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to London like a war prize.”

Well…shucks. What’s a girl to say to such a bucket-load of praise?

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him with a breathy little laugh.

Which is pretty fucking lame, I know. But what else is there to say? Liam Black is so hot, the tips of my fingers feel like they might burn when I touch him.

His eyes are delicious. So are his lips. But do you tell a guy all that?

I don’t think you do. He’s cocky enough as is.

Liam is working his magic on my fucking clit. I love the way his tongue flicks against it before he sucks it into his mouth. It’s a perfect combination of anticipation and mind-blowing pleasure.

Just as I think I’m going to come, Liam’s mouth leaves my wetness and makes its way back up my body.

“A woman like you deserves so much more than Dan, Becky.”

I throw my head back. If only I could use my hands to pull his mouth back to my cunt, I’d be happy. I don’t need my ego stroked—I need my clit stroked!

With his mouth off my pussy, I’m completely desperate. If he doesn’t go back down on me soon, I think I’ll die from longing.

To get my message across to Liam, I push my pelvis forward.

But there’s still too much distance between his body and mine. Any distance at all right now might as well be a hundred miles. Any distance between us is too fucking far.

How do I get him closer and fucking into me?

Liam chuckles, stepping back and watching me as I try and use my right leg to hook around one of his.

It works. I reach him. As I wrap my ankle around his, I pull him toward me.

Finally, there’s a little give on his part. His hands grab my hips, and he pulls me toward him.

“You need a real man, Becky. Not some fucking wanker who doesn’t know what to do with you. How to appreciate you.”

I nod. I agree. I know I’m too fucking good for Dan.

I know I need a real man.

“You could be my man,” I tell Liam, because honestly, I’d say anything to get him inside me right now.

“He made you change for him, darling. I want to bring you back to your true nature.”

Yeah—what about that, all those fucking changes I made for Dan? And how much did he change for me in return?

Not one bit. Nothing, zero, zilch.

“What’s my true nature?” I ask as Liam’s lips hover inches from mine.

He laughs again as I grind my hips against his. “Misbehaving, apparently.”

Huh. Dan the Man would hate that. Dan the Man trusted me to make good choices.

Liam Black only encourages me to make bad ones.

“Then let’s misbehave,” I challenge him.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Liam purrs back.

Liam enters me slowly. Inch by glorious inch. He stretches my cunt tight around his big, thick man meat as he slides all the way into me.

His right hand leaves my hips and caresses my face. His eyes melt my heart.

Fuck.

What the fuck is he doing to me?

My heart is beating faster with every passing moment.

This was supposed to be a romp. A fling. A quick, dirty fuck.

But as Liam enters me, it turns into something so much more than that.

It’s as if all of me belongs to Liam. Every inch of my body. Every cell in my bones.

Realization hits me like a speeding train.

I’m in-love.

I’m in fucking love with Liam.

“It’s not Dan you should be marrying, darling.” His voice is soft now. “You should be marrying me.”

And what do I do?

I fucking nod.

“I want to,” I whisper. A second ago, my mouth was drooling wet. Suddenly, it’s bone fucking dry. “I think—oh, god, Liam—I think I want to marry you.”

“It would be fun,” Liam drawls as he teases his cock deeper into me.

“It would be a fucking blast,” I gasp.

“I wouldn’t try to change you.”

“Mmm,” I moan. “Only for the better.”

Liam is fucking me slow and hard now. It’s genuinely blowing me away. Already, tiny explosions are going off in my head. My whole body feels like it’s turned into jelly.

“Let’s do it,” growls Liam into my ear. I feel him increase his tempo a little. He’s not ramming his massive fucking cock into me as fast as he was before. No, this is a more sensual experience, one he’s making sure is as drawn out as possible.

I moan with pleasure and arch my back so my pelvis can thrust further forward to meet him.

“Let’s do it, Becky,” he growls again. “Marry me.”

And I moan back, “Okay.”

Time stands still, and I lose myself in Liam’s eyes. They’re sucking me in as he glides in and out of me like his cock was made for my cunt.

As he gets close to coming, I feel him grow thicker inside me with every fucking thrust. I’m starting to milk him with my pussy. I know I’m close to coming again, too.

The world is starting to spin, and the explosives in my head are now everywhere.

I can feel Liam’s orgasm build up in his balls. When he starts to shoot his load into me, I explode in my own orgasm and feel my body shudder with pleasure.

“Marry me, Becky!” he’s grunting. “Fucking—marry—me!”

And I’m screaming, “YES! YES! OH GOD, LIAM, YES!!!!!”

At Liam’s mercy, I lean against the pole and revel in the feel of his fucking cock still inside of me. He stays inside me long after he’s finished coming. His face nuzzles against my neck, and I bask in the warmth of his breath on my skin.

I don’t want this moment to end.

Everything seems perfect right now.

And for once…it feels like a perfection built strong enough, even I can’t break it.

“Well, then,” Liam moves his head away and looks me in the eyes again, “Shall we get married, love?”

“Let’s do it,” I nod. “Let’s do it now.”