Page 14 of Arranged Devotion
“I want it,” I moan, arching my hips toward his face. “Please, Liam, keep going.”
His hands grip my ass and pull me in. “That’ll do, love.”
Then his lips find my pussy, and I’m absolutely done.
His tongue works my folds, spreads them, opens them wide before rolling around my clit. Pleasure hits me like a cannon to the face. I hold his hair hard, probably hurting him, but that only seems to make him want to ruin me more. He licks, eating, pausing only to mutter about how good I taste and how much he wants to make me come on his face. It’s filthy and I love it. He devours me, a finger sliding deep inside me. I gasp, grinding on his mouth, his face, his finger.
It feels so good I’m about to break. Barely twenty seconds and I’m ready to explode. The buildup is too much and I’m shaking, trembling, my skin flush and my breath ragged. I’m grinding into his face, on his mouth and his stubble, his lips glistening with my moisture, and I don’t care. He seems to love it too: he keeps telling me to come for him, to break for him.
“Wait!” I gasp, grabbing his hair and pulling him back. I’m right there, right on the edge and about to tip. “I want you inside of me.”
His eyes burn with manic desire. “Fuck, love,” he snarls, standing. “I was going to be a good boy and control myself tonight, but that—“ He yanks down his shorts, exposing his massive, rock-hard cock. I catch a glimpse of it for only a moment before he shoves his fingers into my mouth, tastinglike pussy. “That was so fucking hot—“ He makes me suck them and I whimper as his other hand strokes my clit. “And now I’ve fucking lost control.” He pulls his fingers out and kisses me, sucking my tongue, sloppy and hungry and incredible, giving me more of his taste and my own.
I stumble, getting dragged back into his bedroom. We barely make it inside before he’s bending me over and spanking my ass hard. I yelp in shock and look back as he smacks me a second time, leaving a red print on my pale skin, then drags me down to my knees and holds my hands above my head.
“Suck, love.” His tip glistens with pre-cum. I open my mouth and carefully take him, licking, whimpering as I do it. He’s sobigand I’ve never been that good at this. “There you go, baby, don’t be shy. I want to see your spit dripping off my shaft. I want to see it spill all down your tits.Suck, love.”
I moan as his shaft grinds deeper. I fight back my gag reflex as my saliva drips from my lips. Normally I’d be mortified of drooling on him, but not now. Not with the way he’s moaning, clearly out of his mind, telling me how good I look with his spitty dick in my mouth, how pretty I am making such a mess.
“Beautiful messy girl,” he whispers, pulling his cock back. I gasp, spit rolling from the tip, dropping to my chest. He bends down, uses two fingers, and wipes it up before shoving it back into my mouth. “You dirty fucking girl.”
I’m going to break. Right here, right now, his fingers in my mouth, his cock in my hand, but I don’t get a chance. Instead, he lets out an animal growl and drags me onto the bed, pinning me down and spreading my legs, his cock glazing itself up and down my soaking slit.
He kisses me hard, stretching my arms above my head, fingers lacing together. His other hand holds my hips steady as his cock plunges inside, easing in at first.
It’s like breaking apart. I moan, shift my weight, move my hips upward and take more of him, spread to my absolute maximum. It hurts, but only a tiny bit. He eases back out, then thrusts into me again, my breasts pooling and shaking, his hand holding me still.
“That’s right love, take me deep, get used to me darling. I’m going to fuck you until you shatter, then I’m going to make you suck me nice and clean and swallow my every drop. Can you do that darling?”
“Oh god keep going,” I moan, eyes rolling back.
He thrusts faster, going so deep it’s maddening. “You’re close already, aren’t you love? Fuck you feel so god damn good. I’m barely holding on right now.”
“My god that’s incredible. Please, Liam, I need it, keep going.”
He grinds deep, fucks harder, drives into me like there’s nothing left in the world. I buck back, lost in the moment as he bites my shoulder, pushing me closer to the edge of no return. I’m dancing there, eyes rolled back, brain a mess, until he whispers in my ear.
“Fuck, love, I can’t hold back much longer, you’re so fucking incredible.”
Damn him.
My triggers pull and I shatter like glass. I break, gasping moaning, sweat speckling my skin, mixing with my own spit. I come so hard I can’t breathe or think. My vision tunnels andthere’s only him, watching in expectant amazement, like he’s seeing something perfect for the first time. He fucks me faster, grinding and filling, and as my orgasm begins to finish he pulls out with a gasp.
“Fuck, love, god damn it.” He moves up and buries himself in my mouth. “Oh fuck Regan.”
He comes on my tongue. It’s a salty, twitching explosion. He makes the obscenest sound I’ve ever heard as he strokes his shaft and finishes between my lips. Some dribbles onto my chin. I reach up, catch it on my fingers, and shove what’s left in my mouth.
And I swallow it all.
He stares, sweaty and gorgeous, cock still hard in his masculine fist. He looks like he’s never done this before, and it ruined him for good.
“I feel the same way,” I whisper, grinning stupidly.
“I’m not sure what you mean, but also—“ He pulls me against him, his big arms tugging my body tight, his cock against my ass. “I think I do.”
I smile to myself, starting to regulate. “Are you going to kick me back to the couch?”
“You didn’t need to fuck me into another world to make me let you share my bed.”
