Page 80 of False Confidence

“I’m going to make you come over and over, darling.”

“Promises, promises,” she gasped, moaning as he roughly parted her legs and slapped her pussy.

He’d been planning to build her up slowly, make her come on his fingers, his tongue, maybe a toy or two, before pressing his cock inside her. But he couldn’t wait.

He lined his cock up and thrust inside her, Jasmine’s eyes flying open in surprise. Good. It wasn’t going to take much. He could feel how close she was in the way her pussy hugged his cock, in the way her thighs trembled. But she was fighting it, her jaw set, her fists clenched.

Game fucking on.

“You think you can hold back? Think again, Jasmine. I’m not asking nicely for you to come,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’m fucking making you.” He fucked her harder, and she cried out, her head twisting on the pillow as he fucked her harder.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Liam leaned in closer so he could grip her face and force her to look at him. He brushed his thumb across her lip. “Admit it, darling. You’re desperate for it. You love being my filthy fucking toy and making a mess all over me. You love that I can make you do whatever I want.” She whimpered, her eyes glazing over, her resolve slowly shattering. “Now fucking come.” He gave her a feather-light slap on the cheek and she splintered, the strength of her orgasm taking him by surprise. He pulled out of her and cursed as she squirted all over the bed. Holy shit. Liam had to squeeze his eyes together and take several deep breaths to stop himself from coming on the spot. They had a long way to go before he got to come.

He kissed the cheek he’d slapped as Jasmine came down slowly, eyes wide and panting. Liam stood up, walking backward to the dresser where he’d laid a bunch of stuff out before they’d started. Her body shook with the aftershocks. “Count, Jasmine.”

“Two,” she said sleepily, then shot up, gasping as Liam pressed a vibrator to her clit and turning it on low. “Liam! I can’t, I—Fuck.”

“I know you have more than that in you. Are you tapping out?”

“Never,” she promised through gritted teeth. “I can take it.”

“Prove it,” he said with a low, wicked laugh, and cranked the vibrator up to full power.

“Can we talk about what happened yesterday?”

Jasmine turned her head to look at him, her hair tickling his nose. “I thought we were supposed to talk about shit before sex.”

Liam plastered what he hoped was an innocent expression onto his face and shrugged. “I forgot. What can I say? You’re just so distracting and?—”

Jasmine sat up in the bath, water and bubbles rushing down her body. “Liam Bray Michaelson, did you butter me up with eight orgasms just so I would be more inclined to talk?”

They’d both tapped out at eight; Jasmine spent, and him so desperate to come inside her, he just couldn’t wait any longer. They were having so much fun making up for all the years Jasmine couldn’t come. He was shooting for ten next time.

“On a scale of one to ten, how pissed would you be if I had done that?”

Jasmine considered him suspiciously. “I would be reluctantly impressed, to be honest.”

“In that case, yes, I did do that.”

She breathed out, her nostrils flaring. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You weren’t calling me cute when you were begging for mercy a half hour ago,” he murmured in her ear as she lay back down, letting him run his hands over her soapy body.

“What can I say? You’re just so distracting,” she teased and Liam chuckled, squeezing her in his arms. If he had his way, they’d lie like this forever and he’d never have to let her go, not even for a single second. This was exactly where they belonged: wrapped around each other.

Bray padded into the bathroom, dropped a sparkly pink dragon toy on the bathmat, and barked at them. He’d woken up as Liam was running the bath and he’d wandered in and out, bringing them every toy he owned. Which was, Liam could admit, a lot of toys, considering they’d only brought him home yesterday. They’d gone a little overboard at the pet store, and both Liam and Jazz had started online shopping the second Liam had been given the green light from the shelter.

“Good job, buddy,” he told Bray, who stuck out his tongue, wagged his tail, and ran off, butt wiggling, presumably to fetch another toy. “Is this normal behavior for a puppy?”

“Fetching? I think so, but I’ve never had a dog. Maggie’s family had dogs when she was growing up, so she might know,” Jasmine offered, and Liam ran a wet hand through his hair.

“I should’ve done more research. I feel like I have no clue what I’m doing here.”

“If you can handle me, you can handle anything,” Jasmine said, squeezing his hand. “And I will begrudgingly admit you’re pretty good at handling me.”

“Handling you is my favorite thing to do.” He ran his hands all over her body and Jasmine sighed a happy sigh, relaxing into him. “And speaking of you…”

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