Page 33 of Persuading Liam

I feel a strong ribbon of desire curl through me at the mention of being tied to his bedpost. I’ve never done a single thing other than bad missionary and just the mere mention of being tied up for him is enough to make me come.

He watches me carefully for my reaction—I’m guessing to gauge my interest in the last bit. “But only what you want, only what makes you comfortable.”

“I want to,” I blurt out before he makes too many excuses for me. “Later. I want to try the bedpost thing.”

Liam’s eyes flare with a heat I can feel in my belly and the sinful smile that goes with it nearly melts me into the cushions. “Then we will, beautiful, we will. But for right now,” he slips onto his knees in front of me and gently urges my thighs apart, “All I want to do is make you come while you’re wearing these pretty little panties.”

I nod, my head falling back against the cushion as his tongue follows the same slow path up my thighs his hands took.

“Yes,” I gasp when one hand pulls the fabric to the side and the other pushes my thigh open as far as it will go. “Oh God.”

With one last hungry growl, Liam parts my pussy and teases my clit with his tongue, swirling, swirling, harder and harder until I’m squirming on the sofa, already getting close to climax.

“That’s it,” he tells me as he eases a single finger inside of me. “Let go.”

I gasp when he adds a second finger. I feel the entire room spin when he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking, teasing, pumping his fingers inside of me in time with his tongue until I’m gripping his head to me and vibrating on the edge of release. “I’m going to come,” I pant as I feel the rubber band stretch of orgasm taking hold. “Liam, oh my God.”

“Come, Marley,” he tells me, his voice dark, demanding, and oh-so-fucking-hot. “Come now so I can have you on my cock.”

One more thrust with his hand, one more flick of his tongue and I detonate into a thousand silver stars, shaking, rolling, pulsing with pleasure, all with his head still between my legs with his tongue eagerly licking up my bliss.

I am a shell of a human when I finally come down from the euphoric high Liam gave me and when I open my eyes and see him sitting back on his haunches, looking at me like I belong to him—a victorious smile on his face—my heart thumps importantly in my chest.

I’m in trouble.

I’m in the very real trouble of losing more than my panties to this man and I’m not about to do anything to stop it.

24

LIAM

Ifeel feral, a little out of my mind as I gaze at Marley, sated and pink, her gorgeous body spread before me on the sofa. I can’t remember ever feeling like this, not the first time, not any time. It’s as if I already know I’ll never have enough of her as if there will always be a part of me that wants to feel her fall apart around me, feel her soft thighs shiver and shake as she rides my tongue.

I’m addicted. To her taste, her smell, the sound of her whimpers, the way she pulled my hair and gasped my name. All of it—I know—leads somewhere more significant, to something more important, but I can’t think about that right now.

I let her soak in her bliss for a moment before I pull her forward for a kiss. Her green eyes look like clear sea glass and when they meet mine, shining, satisfied, my heart shifts in my chest. “Hey gorgeous,” I say, kissing her soft lips.

A grin dimples her cheek. “Hey handsome. That was…amazing.”

Kissing her again, I cup her face in my hands. “I like making you come.”

Her cheeks redden but she bites her lip as if she’s trying to come up with the nerve to say what she wants. I hope she finds it because if something naughty is in her mind, I want to hear every bit of it. “You mentioned something about me being on your cock.”

I growl. I let out a motherfucking growl because hearing the word ‘cock’ from her sweet mouth is enough to make me hard for the rest of my life. “Oh Marley, you can be on my cock for the rest of your life if you want, baby girl.”

She grins and I push myself up off the floor. There is no hiding the fully pitched tent in my jeans but judging by the way she licks her lips at the sight of my bulge, I don’t think she minds. God, to have that tongue on my cock…

I shake my head and focus on freeing my belt because if she even touches my cock, I’m going to explode like a firework display and that’s not what I want for tonight. Tonight, I want to savor, to make her feel like the goddess she is, to ruin her for any other man.

I know I shouldn’t want that and that I’ll have to deal with the fallout later, but right now, all I can think about is burying my cock inside her like she wants.

I shoo her hands away when she reaches out to help with the zipper of my jeans. “Not right now, beautiful, I don’t think I can handle your hands on me.” When she pouts, I reach out and cup her cheek. “Later, I promise. Right now, I want to make you come. Okay?”

She nods, and I finish my task, pulling my jeans and boxer briefs off before ripping my shirt from my body.

I hear her breath catch as I finish with my shirt and when I look at her, her eyes are fixed on my bobbing cock. Her eyes seem heavy with desire and I swear I can feel her pulse increase from here.

“Liam,” she rasps looking up at me with the kind of need in her eyes I’ve dreamt about for the last several days. The husk in her voice etches itself into my genetic material and I know I’m not coming out of this the same man I came in.

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