Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“I know. I need this.”
Liam grins. He knows what I like, and he gives it to me, but there’s something extra this time—a care, a steadiness that says this is not just sex, it’s a thing built on top of a hundred thousand other things.
He shifts lower, kisses the inside of my thigh, then trails up, up, until his mouth is at my center. He’s good at this. Not just technically, but emotionally—he loves the taste of my pussy, the act, the evidence of my pleasure. He moans into me, and I nearly lose it.
“Liam,” I pant. “Oh god!”
He moans into my wetness, circling my bud with his tongue before fusing his lips to my clit. I arch my back, almost screaming with pleasure, as he suckles and kisses, before lapping at my sensitive bud a few times.
“I know what you need, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Big dick.”
“Yes, I do!” I pant. “Breed me, Professor! I need it! Use my body to make yourself feel good.”
But I don’t let him up. I hold his head, fingers fisted in his hair, as he goes to town. He pins my hips with his hands and licks me through two full orgasms before coming up for air.
“Unnnnnh!” I scream, back arching as the second climax barrels through my curves, my cunt spasming around the emptiness inside. “Daddy, oooooh!”
He wipes his mouth on the back of his wrist, grins like a wolf. “You have a hungry, slutty cunt, baby girl. The kind that craves the hard fuckings that only Daddy can provide.”
I’m still panting, but I manage to laugh. “Yes, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard. Trash my pussy and make me yours.”
He comes up beside me, presses against my back, his cock hard and eager. He slides into me, and I gasp at the thickness, the pressure, the way he fills me so full.
“Unnnnh,” I moan. “You’re so big and it’s so tight!”
“Shhhh,” he murmurs in my ear. “You’re taking my cock so well, sweetheart. Just let your pussy stretch.”
It’s slow at first, the kind of sex that feels like a conversation. We move together, letting it build and crest, never rushing.
He fucks me like he has all the time in the world. He kisses my neck, my shoulders, bites gently at the spot where it makes me yelp. I meet him thrust for thrust, greedy for every second, opening my legs wide as my pussy tries to swallow his cock.
“Goddamn, what a little slut,” he rasps. “You’re a bitch in heat, you know that, Simone? You must be fertile right now.”
I can’t hear because when I come again, it’s a full-body quake, my pussy dissolving into powerful spasms as I shake and scream his name. Liam follows soon after, hips stuttering, hands clutching my ass like he’ll never let go.
“Fuck!” he roars. “What a fucking slut with a cock-hungry twat! Shit shit shit!”
He collapses on top of me, all sweaty and heavy and real. We laugh, because it’s perfect, and because we’re idiots.
Eventually, he rolls off, pulls me with him so I’m draped across his chest.
We lie there, sweat drying, hearts slowing.
Then he whispers, almost shy, “I want to take you back there, Simone. In your ass, like we did pre-surgery.”
I prop myself up on one elbow. “What? Now?”
Liam flushes a little, which is rare for him. “Yes. I want to be inside your asshole, sweetheart. You’re tight back there and it feels so fucking good.” He traces a finger along the cleft of my ass before stopping to rub around my delicate pleats.
I blink, surprised, but not turned off. “But the surgery … but you’re so big, Liam. How will you fit?”
He kisses me again, hard. “It’s fine. The surgery was for your uterus and your rectum was untouched. Anal sex should be fine, baby, and I don’t think I can wait anymore. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop. But I remember how much you loved being fucked in the ass, sweetheart. It’ll be good, I promise.”
He gets the lube from the drawer and warms it in his hand, rubs it on my asshole, slow and gentle. I gasp at the touch.
“Ooooh!”
“You like this,” he rasps, blue eyes gleaming. “This asshole belongs to me, Simone. Don’t you know?”
His fingers are careful, patient, working me open in tiny increments. At first it’s just pressure, a weird fullness, but when he slips one finger in, I moan. He adds more lube, then a second finger, then pauses to kiss my back.
“Still okay?” he murmurs.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”
Liam chuckles and then begins scissoring his two fingers inside my asshole.
“I need to stretch you out, baby,” he rasps when I begin moaning again. “Your butt is small and you need to be prepped before taking a big cock back here.”
Then, he pulls his digits out with a pop, lines his cock up, and pushes in, slow but steady. The stretch is intense, but not bad—just new. He shudders as he slides deeper, groaning into my neck.