Page 39 of Bully's Mail Order Mate

"I love you, Paige. I will do anything for you."

"I know."

He kisses me; I feel his hands slowly starting to explore my body. Whenever I feel his lips against mine, it sends electrical shocks through my whole body.

I’ve never wanted someone as bad as I want him.

I’m addicted.

His soft lips start to kiss the nape of my neck, and I feel like I’m melting away in ecstasy.

“I love you, Paige,” he whispers, breathing his hot cinnamon breath all over me.

I feel my legs open freely. I want him.

His had works gently up the skirt I’m glad I wore. Inch by inch, his fingertips creep toward the hot, wet between my legs.

“I want you,” I breathe out heavily, wishing I could slide on top of him, but knowing that he won’t give in that easily. He loves to tease, and if I’m being honest, I love him for that.

“How bad, baby?” he coos, a mischievous grin on his face, “tell me, how bad do you want me?”

“I’m craving you,” I kiss him deeply, letting his tongue enter my mouth, “I need it.”

“Let me see those beautiful titties, please?” he whines, “Let me suckle them, baby.”

I guide his hands to the straps of my top, letting him slide each one down until my nipples are exposed, the goosebumps on my flesh hard to ignore.

Liam’s musky scent was irresistible; I lick my lips as our eyes lock.

“Come here,” he growls, pulling me in close, before finding my nipples with his vicious tongue.

“Ooh, I love the way you do that,” I giggle, unable to help myself. The sheer pleasure this man has given me can never be matched. I feel it in every stroke, gentle caress or sweet sucking.

“Mmm,” he moans, not losing his stride, “I love playing with these pretty pinks.”

As he sucks on them, I feel myself getting wet. Knowing he’s about to get on his knees and taste me is killing me with anticipation. Slowly, his body moves in front of me, and he lays me backward, switching his tongue for his fingers; he keeps fondling me as my legs open wider and wider.

It won’t take long to get me to cum all over him, it’s practically on demand.

I obey and spread the lips between my legs, feeling vulnerable at the intense intimacy between us. Suddenly, I feel a swift shot of his spit land on my clit, and he massages it with his tongue. It’s so nice and slow but so firm. It’s the perfect balance of pressure and movement, driving me wild.

“Do you like that?” he whispers into the hotness between my lips, “do you like the way I face fuck you, baby?”

“Ooh,” I grind my hips down, wanting desperately to meet his tongue again.

It doesn’t take too much more convincing before I feel his tongue start to twirl around my clit. His fingers are starting to play, too, and I love it. The way he runs his massive fingers over my tight whole, threatening gently to thrust powerfully inside, makes me want to scream.

“Fuck Paige, I need you!” he says, lifting his head. I see how hot and intense his eyes are, and I believe him. By the looks of it, he’s trying very hard to control himself.

He stands up abruptly, “Come here,” he growls, jiggling his belt buckle and dropping his jeans to the floor. Even now, there is no way I can’t want the massive cock that’s so hard it’s practically reaching for me.

“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me toward him. He takes the tip of his engorged cock and plays with it on my lip. I shake my head no.

“Open your mouth,” he commands so powerfully it makes me quiver. I love it when he takes control of me.

“Good girl,” he moans as he starts to feed his throbbing dick into my throat. “Relax your throat, baby, just let me in.”

I start to choke, but he holds my head down on the tip until I’m gaging, “Oooh, baby girl, that’s how you do it.” He releases me, and I gasp for air.

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