Page 32 of Destructive Truths

I lift her off her feet and slam my lips against hers. Instantly, her arms cling to my shoulders as her legs wrap around my waist. This kiss is nothing like any of the ones before. Done treating Saoirse with gentle caresses and soft touches, I release all the pent-up sexual tension I’ve been holding back. I’m a man starving, and Saoirse Ryan is the only thing I want to fucking eat.

Two steps forward, and Saoirse’s back hits the plastic-coated fence, making her body arch into the hard planes of my chest. Needing to steady her, my hands glide down her exposed ribs before settling on her perfect arse with a firm grip. “Fuck!” I grind against her pussy, needing the friction to ease the throbbing ache in my cock. Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck, clawing at my skin and demanding more.

Prying my lips from hers, I sink my teeth into her neck, biting down as I suck on her skin. A greedy moan falls from her mouth as her body bows, silently begging me for more.

“Liam.” My name is an eager whisper, spurring me on as I glide my tongue across the mark I left.

I can’t get enough. My mouth is everywhere, travelling down the column of her neck, over the spandex material of her sports bra, until finally, I rim the peak of her nipple with the tip of my tongue. The need to strip her bare overpowers every fucking thought I have.

With a slight shift, I place my knee between us, holding her up as my hands travel along her waist until they reach the band of her bra. “Need this gone, Free Bird.”

She doesn’t miss a beat and raises her hands above her head while I peel the soft purple material over her head before tossing it to the canvas.

Wasting no time, I drop my head to her exposed chest and tease her nipple with my teeth.

It’s not enough. I need more.

“Hold tight.” I draw her in closer, and she clings to my torso as I manoeuvre us out of the octagon and over to the nearest weight bench. As soon as her back hits the leather, my mouth is on hers, my hands exploring every curve.

“Liam. Please,” she moans between kisses.

“Tell me what you need, darlin’.” I flatten my tongue against her skin and drag it along her sternum, trailing the ball of my piercing across her flesh.

Her body bows, bending with pleasure. “Use your words, Free Bird. Let me give you what you need.”

“Make me come.”

“Tell me how.” My hand slides up her thigh, teasing the hem of her gym shorts. “With my fingers?”

“Yes.” Her breath escapes, a sinful sound that rushes down my spine, making my dick harden.

“How about with my mouth?” I slide my piercing across her nipple as I grip the waistband of her shorts, pulling the material past her hips and exposing her black lace hot pants. Surrendering to the sweet-as-fuck sounds she’s making, I drop to the floor, kneeling at the base of the weight bench. My tongue dampens my lower lip, and the anticipation builds.

Fuck! I need to taste her.

“Put your hands on the weight bar,” I command. Following my order, Saoirse raises her hands behind her head and grips the bar. “Whatever you do, darlin’, don’t let go. Understood?”

“Hmm.”

Undiluted need claws at my skin as I grip the front of her hot pants with both hands and tug. The flimsy material shreds down the centre, giving me a glorious view of her dripping cunt.

“Jesus. You’re fucking drenched, Free Bird.”

“Please, Liam. Please touch me.” Her hips twitch, and she draws her knees together, clenching her thighs.

“Bring your legs to your chest.”

She does what she’s told, and I clamp my hand around the backs of her knees, pressing her thighs against her exposed breasts. With my other hand, I bring my fingers to her pretty pink slit and slowly swipe them through her folds. She’s dripping for me, soaked at my touch. Taking my time, I smear her juices around her clit, teasing her sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure.

“Liam. Stop. Please, stop torturing me.” Her hips buck against my hand, begging for more. “Please.”

A teasing grin splits my face, and I push my thumb past her opening, rubbing the rough pad of my fingertip against her walls. Her body instantly reacts, clenching down on my digit as a ripples rush through her core.

Her mouth falls open, forming an O shape. “Ah.”

With two fingers, I continue to rub slow, lazy circles across her clit, while drawing my thumb in and out of her tight cunt. Her hips dance to the rhythm of my hand, chasing the high I’m offering.

“That’s it, darling’. Grind that pussy against my hand. Take what you need.”

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