Page 9 of His Mafia Sunshine

"Yes," I hiss, mindless with need, pushing my ass back against him. "Fuck, Liam, please..."

He reaches around, his fingers making quick work of my fly, shoving my jeans and boxers down my hips. I kick them off impatiently, biting back a moan as my aching cock springs free, slapping against my stomach.

Liam's hand wraps around me, giving me a slow, tight stroke that has me seeing stars. "So fucking hard for me," he marvels, his thumb swiping through the bead of moisture at the tip. "Leaking already, Jesus."

I whine, my hips bucking into his fist, chasing more of that perfect friction. But Liam's hand is gone as quickly as it came, leaving me bereft and aching.

The snick of a cap, the slick sound of Liam coating his fingers. And then he's circling my entrance, teasing the furled muscle, making me gasp and clench.

"Gonna open you up," he breathes, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Get you ready for my cock. You want that, sunshine? Want me to fill this sweet little hole, make you mine?"

"Please," I beg, too far gone for pride, for anything but the desperate need clawing at my gut. "Need you, Liam, fuck..."

"I've got you, sunshine," Liam rasps, his finger breaching me in one slow, smooth glide. "Gonna give you everything you need."

I keen at the sensation, the slight burn giving way to a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Liam works me open with patient dedication, adding a second finger, then a third, until I'm writhing against the wall, grinding back onto his hand, hungry for more.

"Liam, please," I pant, my voice wrecked, my body trembling with need. "I'm ready, I need you, please..."

He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. But then I hear the rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric, and my heart kicks into overdrive, anticipation singing through my veins.

The blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance, hot and hard and perfect. Liam's hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he pushes forward, breaching me inch by excruciating inch.

I cry out at the stretch, the burn, the exquisite fullness of having him inside me. Liam gentles me through it, murmuring praise and reassurance, his lips soft against my sweat-dampened skin.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groans, his voice strained, his hips flush against my ass. "So tight, so perfect, goddamn..."

I clench around him, savoring the hiss of breath it earns me, the flex of his fingers on my hips. "Move," I demand, my voice raw and ragged. "Fuck me, Liam, come on..."

He obeys with a growl, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a pace that's just shy of brutal. I meet him thrust for thrust, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, the slap of skin on skin, the hot coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in my core.

Liam's hand snakes around my hip to wrap around my leaking cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I moan brokenly, my head lolling back against his shoulder, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the unforgiving brick.

"That's it," he breathes, his voice a low, filthy rasp in my ear. "Let go for me, sunshine. Wanna feel you come on my cock, wanna feel you squeeze me tight..."

His words are my undoing, the permission I didn't know I needed. I shatter with a hoarse cry, my release pulsing hot and thick over Liam's fist, my body clenching rhythmically around his pistoning cock.

Liam fucks me through it, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. And then he's tensing, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills deep inside me, filling me with his heat, his essence, his claim.

We stay like that for a long, suspended moment, our bodies locked together, our hearts pounding in tandem. Liam presses soft, reverent kisses to my neck, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, his hands stroking soothingly over my sweat-slicked skin.

"Asher," he murmurs, my name a benediction on his lips, a plea and a promise all in one. "My Asher..."

"Ash?" Mia's voice calls from the other side of the door, worry and impatience coloring her tone. "You okay in there?"

Reality comes crashing back in, the afterglow shattering like sugar glass. I jerk away from Liam, scrambling for my clothes, my face flaming with shame and panic.

"I'm fine," I call back, my voice shaking. "I'll be out in a minute."

"I'm fine," I call back, my voice shaking. "I'll be out in a minute."

Liam watches me with hooded eyes, his expression unreadable as he tucks himself back into his jeans with calm efficiency. "Asher," he starts, reaching for me. "We should talk about--"

But before he can finish, a shattering crash echoes from the dining room, followed by a string of vicious curses.

My blood turns to ice, fear clawing at my throat. I sprint for the door, Liam hot on my heels.

The scene that greets me stops me dead in my tracks, horror and rage a scream building in my chest.

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