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He chuckled softly and placed a kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips rolled as my body demanded more. His tongue slid between my folds, pushing in and then traveling up to my clit. My breathing stuttered as he laved his attention on the tiny nub.

He hummed, sucking on my clit and sending me careening towards the edge. My hand gripped his hair as my hips jerked. Two fingers pushed in and curved up against the sensitive area inside of me. Arching my back, I moaned as my hips began to move with the pace his fingers set. The delicious tingle of heat spread from my head to my toes, making them curl.

My memories had failed me on how euphoric it felt during Liam's ministrations. For years, I tried to block him out of my fantasies but he was always there, giving me my pleasure and owning me. As his tongue swirled over my clit again every memory flooded my brain in clarity causing my emotions to run rampant through me.

My body writhed and small whimpers escaped as I went crashing towards my release. Liam increased the pressure of his tongue against my clit while his fingers rubbed and pressed against that perfect spot inside of me. He sucked against my clit and my climax ripped through me.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me before my muscles slowly relaxed. Liam licked me through each wave before he sat back, pulling his fingers from me. As he came over me he held those fingers to me. I wrapped my lips around them and sucked them clean. My arousal glistened on his face and my core tightened at the sight.

Once he pulled his fingers from my mouth, I lifted up and ran my tongue over his chin before kissing him. I parted my lips for him and his tongue slid into my mouth as I enjoyed the taste of myself. This man owned me and, surprisingly, I was happy to let him. I didn't want to run from him anymore.

Chapter 47

Liam

She was perfect and tasted better than I remembered. Earlier, for a second, I saw the fear in her eyes over the changes in her body. There wasn't a chance in hell I'd let her continue that thought process. That fear vanished and instead was replaced with a woman who was comfortable in her own skin. I loved this about her. No matter what changes, she always found a way to be comfortable in her own skin again.

I never wanted to leave this bed and I promised myself there was no way in hell this would end like the last time. She wouldn't be pulled from me or torn from my arms ever again. I’d keep her this time. I wasn’t allowing any other outcome.

“When did you last get tested?” I whispered in between kisses.

“Two weeks ago, when I decided I was done with the asshole. I’m clean and you’re still the only one that fucked me without a condom.” She looked into my eyes and I groaned low, knowing I was the only one who had ever felt her without a barrier.

“Good, I’m clean too,” I kissed her, “Birth control?”

“Implant still.”

“Damn.” I didn't care if she knew of my thoughts for the future. One day, I would see her round with our child growing inside of her. She froze and looked up at me with wide eyes. I shrugged and tilted my head. I’d own the fact that I wanted that future with her because I wouldn’t hide anything from her ever again. Nipping at her jaw, I positioned myself between her legs, “We can discuss that at a later date.”

Taking away whatever smart ass reply that was about to spill from those luscious pink lips, I thrust hard into her. Her back arched and those words became moans of pleasure. I wasn’t going to go easy on her. I wanted her to lose her damn mind over my cock.

Her feet left the bed as she bent her legs towards her chest, letting me sink further into her, “Fuck, beautiful, you feel so good. This is fucking heaven.”

Thrusting harder, I felt her pussy clench around my cock. I gripped her throat in my hand and she tipped her head back, baring it to me. Her thighs gripped around me before she flipped us so I was on my back and she was sinking down on my cock. I squeezed her throat and with the other hand I massaged her breast before pinching her nipple between my first finger and thumb.

She was chasing her release again, riding me faster and I slid my hand down from her breast to her clit, where I drew gentle circles with my thumb. I wanted to watch her fall apart, then I was going to punish her for taking control. Her ass would be a beautiful shade of red from my hand prints and then I’d make her come till she collapsed from exhaustion, unable to leave my bed.

As she got closer to the edge, I squeezed the sides of her neck gently while simultaneously applying more pressure to her clit. At the first pulses of her pussy, I loosened my hold on her neck and watched as she fell over the edge. Her walls clenched around me and I gritted my teeth, holding off my own explosion of pleasure. She moaned loudly and her muscles loosened as the movement in her hips slowed.

My turn.

I sat up, picking her up off my cock, and set her on her knees on the bed as I positioned myself behind her. I slid my hand up her spine, pushing between her shoulder blades, making her drop her chest down to the bed. I looked at her beautiful ass on display and I nudged her knees further apart as I gripped her hips and guided her onto my dick. Once the head slid into her sopping pussy, I thrust hard, pulling her hips back, causing a slap to sound between our bodies. She gasped as I filled her entirely.

Another thrust and then… smack. She released a moan and her round ass cheek reddened with my hand print, “You need to learn to ask to take control, beautiful.”

She giggled softly, “Or I can just take what I want.”

Smack!

Hitting her other ass cheek, she moaned, and I rubbed away the sting, “Are you a brat now?”

“Only for you.” The sass in her tone had me chuckling as I thrust hard into her, pulling out a moan. She had no idea how I would punish her for being a brat, and I was sure as hell going to enjoy it.

Running my hand down her side, I moved it to her clit where I started to run circles. If she wanted to be a brat, then I had no choice but to demonstrate why that was a bad idea. Thrusting hard, I built her up till she was about to erupt.

Gripping her hip and holding her still, I pulled my hand from the tiny nub of nerves and stopped all movement. She tried to wiggle but my grip was bruising, holding her still.

“What the fuck?” She looked over her shoulder at me.

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