Page 61 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

“It’s so sexy,” I tell him.

“You’re going to love it.” Then he grasps my thighs and tips me back. He leans over me, his expression full of heat but also affection. “You wet and ready for me, Ivy?”

I nod quickly. “So ready.”

“There are so many fun things we’re going to do, but right now I just need to be inside you.”

I nod again. “Yes. Please.”

He doesn’t climb up on the bed. He pulls me until my ass is at the end of the mattress, spreads my legs, then asks, “You still have your IUD?”

I laugh. “See? We have talked about some pretty private things.” He actually drove me to that appointment. That was pre-Brad. “You could have told me about the piercing.”

He grins. “Not exactly the same. But I love knowing intimate details about you.” He strokes his hands up and down my thighs. “I’ll go get a condom if you want me to. But I haven’t fucked anyone without a condom. Not in years. And I get tested regularly.”

I nod. I know this about him. “I trust you. We don’t need a condom.”

Heat flashes in his eyes, then he takes his cock in hand, stroking up and down the length once with a firm grip. He’s looking at me with an intense mix of desire and affection. “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe we’re here.”

“Careful,” I tell him. “I feel like you’re on the verge of saying something sweet or romantic.”

He narrows his eyes, then says, “You’re right. Spread your legs and take this dick like a good girl.”

He runs a finger over my clit and I’ve barely gasped before he’s at my entrance, then sliding deep.

It’s a tighter fit than I expected, but I love it. This is Liam. Probably the person I love most in the world. And fuck, his cock is amazing. Even without the piercing. But damn, if women knew what this felt like, they would insist all men get these.

“Oh my God, Liam,” I moan, arching my neck.

“That’s my girl, take me. Take every. Fucking. Inch.” He says each of those words with another thrust.

Then he’s all the way in, and I have never felt this full.

“Perfect,” he breathes. “Fucking perfect.”

Then he starts moving.

And I’m right with him. I love unleashed Liam. He fucks me into that mattress like it is his entire mission in life.

He showers praise on me the entire time, telling me how amazing I feel, how perfect I am, how long he’s wanted me, how this is everything he dreamed of.

The idea that Liam has wanted me like this for so long adds to everything else I’m feeling and I’m quickly climbing toward the pinnacle.

“Fucking come for me, Ivy. Let me feel this sweet cunt squeeze me. I’m going to fill you up so good. I want you to feel me the rest of the day.”

I’m suddenly there, pleasure bursting through me, crying out his name again.

And then he lets himself go. “Fuck, Ivy!”

He hammers into me, and I can only hold on.

Then he shouts my name, “Ivy!” And comes even as my orgasm is still rippling.

He drops forward, bracing his hands on either side of me, sucking in air, still buried deep.

I lift my hands and run them through his hair. “That was amazing,” I tell him. “God, we’re so good together.”

He lifts his head and pins me with an intense look. “Yes. We are. Forever.”

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