Page 56 of Aim Assist

Shit. Those two words do all sorts of unholy and delicious things to my insides, and I gasp as he cups my entire center with his hand, rubbing over my entrance with his middle finger, frustratingly just beyond the barrier of silk that keeps me somewhat modest under these damned clothes.

I want his fingers inside me. Deep inside, curled to rub against my G-spot and bring stars to my vision.

But his other hand holds my hips down, making it so I can't shove against him.

"Liam," I hiss, and he sucks soft little kisses over my neck, tasting me like I'm some sort of sweet and delicate dessert.

His palm rubs against my clit, not hard enough, and still he holds me down so I can't buck my hips against his grip.

"You want my fingers inside you, baby girl?"

"Yes."

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Fast or slow?"

"Fast. Hard. Don't stop until I explode." Since I can't shove against his hand, I do the opposite and push my ass against his erection, loving his groan against my skin.

"I want to tear your clothes off and bend you over one of those tables while all those people walk by. I want them to see you scream when I shove my cock deep inside you. Filling you until you can't think about anything except how hard you want to be fucked. I want all those pussy men who like to steal glances at you to know that you're mine. All fucking mine."

The impish side of me comes out, wanting to play as he teases me so thoroughly. Still, he's touching me through my panties, in barely there caresses. I need more. Sometimes he presses a little harder, enough to make me think he's finally going to help guide me to orgasm—and then slides away from my clit to do something else, leaving my thighs shaking.

"They'll just go home and jack off to my tits and imagine they're the ones fucking me over this table, Liam. You're going to have to do better than that."

His snarl sends a shiver down my spine, and he shoves a finger past my panties, sliding it inside of me without hesitation.

It glides in without obstruction, and I clench my vagina around him as tightly as I can, moaning at the sensation.

Fuck, yes.

"They can imagine it as much as they want. They can blow their load. But only my cock will be inside you. Only I can shove you down and fuck you until you're begging for mercy."

I swear the snippets of conversation are growing louder, but I don't care. They could walk over and watch his fingers slide inside of me, legs splayed open like the orgasm-chasing slut I apparently am now, and I. Would. Not. Care.

"Harder, Liam." No matter how I push my hips against him, he doesn't give in. "I need more than one finger. Please."

"Beg me, Amy. Show me how much you want it."

There's heat everywhere. My skin's on fire, and I can't sit still, arching against him and writhing against the mess of feelings that all seem to connect straight to my clit. "Please, Liam. I need you. Please let me come."

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. "You like it when I talk dirty to you."

I nod, frantic as he moves his finger so slowly.

So fucking slowly.

I need more.

"Liam, more."

"More what? More slowly? More gently?" His touch softens as he speaks, and I groan in frustration.

"Harder. More fingers. Faster."

"One more finger?" The hand at my hip slides down, opening my legs further.

The cool fabric of my skirt is silk against my skin, but it may as well be scratchy wool. The only thing I want to feel is Liam. Everything else is in my way.

He takes advantage as he leans further forward, his fingers pinching and rubbing at my clit in a way that makes my hips jerk. I want to get closer for more, but my body tries to get away because it's too much.

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