Page 68 of Aim Assist

"Liam." I'm whining. I know I'm whining. I'm begging at this point.

"What is it, angel?" His panting is heavier. He has to be exhausted. I'm exhausted, and all I'm doing is trying to stay on my fucking toes as he slams his cock home, over and over again.

"Stop teasing."

"You think this," and he slams harder, "is teasing?"

"Your hand—"

"What about it, angel? Use your words. Tell me what you want."

"Rub my clit, please."

His hand appears there as if by magic, rubbing hard, nearly grinding down.

My hips have a mind of their own as they buck against the pleasure, and he curses.

"Fuck. Come on my cock, angel. Make me filthy. I want stains on my pants so when these doors open, everyone knows every fucking thing we've been up to in here."

Shit.

When his fingers pinch my clit, I come with a scream, almost in tears from the force of the pleasure, His answering groan is lost in the noise I'm making, and I can feel the gushing between my thighs. It's mostly me, and some of him, and it's all sexy. All of it.

I can feel it all trailing down my legs, but there's nothing I can do. I have no underwear. Nothing to contain this mess we've made.

And what does Liam do?

He slides out and pulls my legs further open, kneeling so he can watch it drip.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Looking at your pussy, Amy. What else do you think I'm doing?"

He's so nonchalant that I'm flustered. "Why?"

"You're torn, angel. I need to see how bad it is." His fingers scoop out a bit of the mess, and his heart sounds broken when he says, "There's a little cut here. Does it hurt?"

It does. A lot, now that all the sexy shit is over.

"A little."

"Oh, baby. I wanted to go slow so you didn't get hurt."

The kiss he presses against my vagina is…

Well, I don't know.

It's kind of sweet.

And a little weird.

But, I'm coming to realize that I'm a little weird, too. I came all over his fingers with strangers watching. I wanted them to watch.

And now I'm enjoying the thought of our rescuers knowing we were up to the most debauched shit in here. The thought of them trying to get the camera feed working. Of dreaming about it when they get home, and touching themselves to the things we've done.

Yeah. I'm definitely weird. I guess kissing-my-vagina-booboo isn't that odd, in the grand scheme of things I'm now accepting as part of my life.

Liam tugs my skirt down and turns me over, making sure my breasts are tucked in with a kiss for each one. Then a kiss for my mouth.

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