Page 86 of Freeing Emily

“Please. Please. Please.” I beg through panting breaths.

He chuckles and then I moan loudly when his tongue presses against my slickened core. I run my fingers through his hair and tug him closer. He groans, feasting on my pussy. Giving me pleasure so delicious that I can’t focus on anything else.

“Oh my God, yes.” I cry out, riding his face.

Two fingers probe my entrance before plunging into me. The thickness of his digits stretches me. My orgasm builds and builds until I explode like a nuclear bomb. My screams bounce of the walls and my hips roll and roll from the intense pleasure that flows through me.

Liam removes his fingers and rubs at my clit until I’m a squirting mess.

“That right, baby. Give it to me.” He growls.

Once my high descends, Liam grips onto my ankles and spins me around. He quickly grabs my hips and pulls me back until I’m on all fours.

He sinks into my pussy; the slow stretch sends my eyes rolling back.

Fully seated, Liam grips onto the back of my neck and shoves my face down. He pulls back and slams into me. My pussy clenches and he growls.

“You like that? You like me forcing you to take my cock?”

“Only you.” I pant, gripping onto the sheets.

“You’re mine.” His thrusts are so deep, so perfect that another orgasm starts to build.

“I feel your cunt tightening, baby. You like being called mine, don’t you?”

I moan loudly. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if I tried. Everything about this is animalistic – claiming. My pants become erratic; my hips start to jerk. I fall into a haze of ecstasy when my orgasm takes over.

Liam wraps his hands around my hips and using them for support as he fucks me into the mattress. He fucks me through my orgasm until he fills me with a deep growl falling from his lips.

He slumps over my back. Our bodies are slick with sweat and we’re both a panting mess.

Pulling out, Liam peppers my back with kisses before standing. He says nothing as he scoops up his cum and pushes it back inside me. I smile and hide my face in the blankets.

He swats my ass with his palm, making me yelp, and then strides to the bathroom. A second later, he returns with a washcloth and cleans my swollen pussy.

He pulls me into his chest when he lays down. The sound of his heart beating against my ear lulls me to sleep before I have a chance to fight it.

Parking the SUV in front of Dr. Morrison’s office, I remove the keys from the ignition and turn to face Emily. She chews on his lower lip as she stares out the windshield.

“Ready?” I ask, pulling her attention to me.

Her eyes flick to the building again before returning to mine. She gives me a small nod.

“Wait right there,” I say, climbing out the vehicle. I round the hood and open the passenger door. Offering my hand, Emily places hers in mine and climbs out.

I intertwine our fingers and we stride inside.

Dr. Morrison sits across from us with her chocolate eyes narrowed at me. Her lips are pursed as she studies me closely. She has a file resting on her laps and she taps the end of her pen in a repetitive pattern.

She’s spent the last fifteen minutes lecturing me about messing with Emily’s medications – though not all of them were truly hers.

Emily hasn’t said much since we arrived. She keeps peering over her shoulder to the back corner of the room. I placed myhand on her thigh after she looked the third time. That seemed to relax her just a little bit.

“I hope we understand each other, Liam.” Dr. Morrison says, peering over the rim of her glasses with a brow raised.

“Yes ma’am.”

She gives me a curt nod before looking at Emily.

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