Page 81 of Aim Assist

Her eyes.

I love her eyes.

They're dark now, desperate with need.

"Please what, angel?" I dip my head, flicking my tongue against her clit in the barest caress.

She bucks and gasps, and my cock's pissed that I'm not sliding into her. "More."

I hum, pressing a kiss to her hip. Then her stomach. The valley between her breasts. "More what?"

"Fuck me." The words are ground out between clenched teeth as she reaches down to yank at my hair, trying to pull me up her body. "I need you inside me. Now."

I grin, feeling feral with the force of my need. "Your wish is my command."

Yanking down my pants takes too damn long, even if it's only a few seconds.

And then I'm sliding into her, inch by tortuous inch. The slick, tight heat of her has me broken in worship. The way she clenches around me welcomes me home.

"Fuck." It punches out of me, reverent and wrecked.

She arches, her hips rolling to meet mine, taking me deeper. I bottom out. Buried to the hilt. Balls deep. As close as two people can be.

It's still not enough. It'll never be enough. I'll always want more of her. All of her.

Forever.

Even if she's not ready for that yet.

"Move." Her heels dig into my ass, spurring me on. "Fuck me."

I obey. Hips pistoning, snapping, pounding into her, setting a brutal pace. I'm ruthless, pulling out all her moans, adjusting our angles until I find the spot that makes her scream.

And I hit it.

Over and over again.

She meets me thrust for thrust, giving as good as she gets. Her nails score down my back, her teeth sinking into my shoulder. Marking me. Claiming me.

Hers.

Always.

I angle my hips again, hitting that spot. The one that makes her keen, makes her clench tight around me.

"Liam!" Her voice is high and breathy, desperate.

She's almost there.

"That's it, angel." I grind against her every time I slam in, circling my hips, giving her the friction she needs. "You've been such a good girl. You deserve my cock, don't you? Come for me. Let me feel you. It's been too long."

She shatters, her back bowing and muscles seizing. The way her left foot angles out is a telltale sign that she's seconds from having a cramp in her calf, but for now, I'm focused on that rippling and fluttering she does all around my cock.

It's too much. The sight of her, the sound of her, the feel of her.

I follow her over, spilling deep.

Mine.

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