Page 20 of Cupid's Naughty Elf

How two of his fingers pat or circle my bundle of nerves on each steady push.

“Just you. Only you,” I say, hissing when he goes deeper and then pulls back, repeating the process until he’s halfway in. Liam stops, giving me a moment to breathe, and I appreciate it. “Christ, that’s intense.”

“You want me to pull it out?”

“No.” Again, I don’t hesitate.

“That’s my good girl.”

I’ve never been touched by anyone else there and I’m also not afraid of anal play.

I’m open and willing as long as proper care is introduced. No means no if you hurt me, but I trust Liam and over the years, have dabbled enough on my own and with what I’ve read online, to know my limits.

“Take a deep breath for me, love.” That four-letter word has me swooning, but I don’t correct his slip-up and do as asked. On the next small thrust, I hiss through my teeth, and the thickest part of the toy slips past the tight ring of muscle—I ignore the light discomfort, choosing to focus on his fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles instead. “How do you feel?

“In heaven. So close,” I whimper, bucking when he drags his slick finger from my pussy to my ass and taps the end of the plug twice. My every nerve ending is thrumming, and the slightest touch sends electrical pulses through my body.

From my hair to my feet to the very blood in my veins; I throb with pleasure. Can feel my orgasm approaching quickly.

“Not yet, Piper.” Moving behind me, Liam grabs something from the tray but I don’t see what it is. And it doesn’t matter, either, because, on my next intake of breath, he’s grabbing my hips. Grip firm, his lips kiss the side of my neck—his cock glides over the end of the plug—and slams in deep. “Now you’re fucking perfect.”

The scream that rips from my chest doesn’t sound like me, but then again, I’m lost to pleasure. I come for him loud and hard, fighting against his tight grip when he brings one hand up to my neck and pulls me up, my back to his chest. He’s deeper this way, fucking me through each wave while simultaneously keeping me on edge.

Pleasure and pain mix.

Every sharp thrust hits the end of the toy while the hand on my neck tightens. My eyes roll back, my body weakening when something vibrates against my clit.

I want to shy away. It’s almost too much.

“Take it, Piper. You owe me one more.” A hard shiver has me gasping while my fingernails dig into the arm holding me up—I’m too sensitive—and yet my hips meet him thrust for thrust. The sensitivity gives way to something with a darker edge and I find myself chasing the feeling. Need it. “There you go, darling. That’s it. Tighten your walls and milk me.”

I can’t answer him. Can’t do anything but whimper as he hits that spot inside me that only my favorite battery-operated friends in the past have reached.

He’s the first and only man I’ll give myself to in this way.

“You’re so tight, Piper. Feel so fucking good,” his hissed word make me tremble, my limbs don’t feel my own anymore. I’m volleying between the present and another plane where nothingmatters and I’m weightless, but I still hear his command. “I want to hear you scream my name. Tell the world who owns you.”

The buzzing on my clit intensifies and I manage to cry out ayes.I’m so close it’s almost painful, but I welcome my destruction any day to feel him close.

To have his lips on my skin.

His warm breath on my neck.

“You’re my everything, Piper Rutherford.” A small kiss behind my ear. “I love you.”

“Liam,” I sob, my body no longer my own as I come for him. My release is volatile, almost pushing him out of me but Liam never stops riding me through each rhythmic clenching of my walls.

I’m a mess, the bed is wet, and the obscene sounds of this man owning me filter throughout the room. Not that it matters if the world hears me because I can’t figure out how to breathe,and yet,his praise filters through.

My perfect little slut.

Good girl.

My cunt. My sugar plum.

“I love you, too.” It’s whispered but he heard me loud and clear, tossing the vibrator aside to take hold of my hips in a bruising grip. Now he fucks me for his pleasure.

The brutal pace has my muscles trying to lock up—without conscious thought of moving away—but his grip on my neck is a silent warning. To take it. To be thankful for his seed.

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