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My cock twitches at the thought of being taken between her lips and over the slickness of her tongue as she slides me down her throat. Sasha drags her tongue along her lower lip, and I can’t help but wonder if she is thinking also about swallowing my cock. I press my thumb to her lips, and she leans her cheek toward my palm, seeking my touch. Trailing my thumb through the wetness on her lips, I ask, “Do you want my touch?”

“Yes.” Her quickly delivered answer is drawn out and breathy.

She doesn’t just want my touch. She needs to be touched.

“I need you to trust me before I fuck you the way I truly want to. I will be much less rough than I prefer this time, but I will not be gentle,” I inform her. “Knowing that, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SASHA

Liam grips my chin and bends his face toward me. Denying me his kiss, his perfectly manicured stubble drags along my cheek until his lips are resting against my ear. His warm breath blows against the side of my face. “Stand.” His command is a deep, gravelly whisper. The rich vibrations of his demand against my skin travel straight to my pussy, causing it to flutter and my breath to hitch as I rush to rise to my feet.

“Take off your pants,” he instructs. His eyes roll over my body, watching my every move intently. I pull at the drawstring of my silk pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. I step from the pool of silk around my feet and lightly kick them across the floor. Standing before him in nothing but my sheer pink thong and matching cotton camisole, his heated gaze rakes over me. “Taibhseach. You are fucking gorgeous.”

He stares at me hungrily, and my heart races in my chest as I impatiently await his next command. “On my lap,” he directs, and I climb until I am straddling him. Gripping my ass so hard that his fingers dimple the skin, he yanks me over one thighand drags me toward his hip. The movement is so quick and deliberate that I’m still gasping when he releases my cheek.

“Ride it,” he gruffly demands. While I understand what he’s asking, the foreignness of his command causes me to pause. Liam’s hand slaps against my ass, and a started yelp flies from my lungs. The burn of his strike radiates across my skin so clearly I can feel his handprint after he removes his palm. “Ride my thigh like you’d ride my fucking cock.”

Moving my hips, I mimic the motion of riding over his cock. He flexes his leg, and the ridges of his thick, muscular thigh rub against my clit with every movement of my hips. His large hand roughly grips my ass cheek, and he forces me to set a pace and friction that quickly has me panting and on the brink.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. I love how he’s praised me throughout my training so far, but hearing it when I’m on the verge affects me much more strongly.I could do anything with him urging me on.“You’re going to ride me just like that until I tell you to stop. I’m going to watch as you make yourself repeatedly come all over me until you’re so fucking soaked that I can slip my fat cock into you with ease.”

Gripping my wrist, Liam pulls my hand to the growing bulge in his pants. He presses my palm against him, moaning as he slides it along his thick length.He’s fucking huge. My chest heaves—a mixture of nervous excitement and the tingling in my clit—as I wrap my hand around him and feel how hard he is.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he gutturally exhales from my attempt to stroke him through his pants. Letting me continue, he lifts his hips and inches his sweatpants over his them until every glorious inch of him flops out. I wrap my hand partially around him and slide it repeatedly from base to tip as I continue toride his leg. His hips lift to meet my hand, and he groans before commanding, “Show me what a needy slut you are. Fist my cock as you make yourself come.”

Liam runs his fingers along the neckline of my camisole, his touch erupting goosebumps in its wake. He grips the fabric and pulls it down my body until my breasts spill over the top. Palming my breast, he kneads it before squeezing it in his fist. The tightness of his grip teeters between pleasure and pain, and the tension building at my core explodes. My back arches, and a breathy scream rattles from me as my clear, slick release soaks through my panties and saturates his pants.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” Liam excitedly exhales with an almost laugh as I come down from my high. “For that surprise, I’ll forgo you thanking me, but you will be strongly reminded if you forget again.”

Liam fists the thin strap of my panties running over my hip with both hands and tugs until it snaps. He pulls at the other hip of my now-ruined panties until they are nothing more than a tattered piece of fabric in his fist. After haphazardly tossing them to the floor, he grips his shirt at the nape of his neck and pulls it over his head. He throws it toward my discarded panties and groans, “Had I known you were going to squirt all over me, I would’ve had you remove your panties, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come again, so I can watch that sweet pussy spray over my lap.”

With labored breaths, I struggle to keep the pace Liam is demanding. His hand slaps my ass, the burn of his palm immediately replaced with the tinge of pain from him fisting the cheek. Using the tight grip, he roughly guides my movement as his lips wrap around my nipple.

He sucks it. Hard. His cheeks hollow as he continues to draw the tight bud deeper into his mouth until it’s swollen and tender. He swirls his tongue around it, and my back arches once more from the pained pleasure. After grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh, he releases me from his mouth and pinches it between his fingers. A feral moan rumbles from me when he rolls my already bruising nipple in his tight hold.

“So fucking receptive to my pain,” he whispers. My clit throbs, and the pressure of my intense release is nearly unbearable. Squeezing my nipple harder, he pulls at it as his rough palm lands against my ass again, growling, “Is it going to make you come all over me?”

“Yes!” I scream the answer, my clit pulsating as my release splatters all over his lap. Struggling to breathe, I quickly pant, “Thank you.”

Palming my ass with both hands, Liam pulls me into him, and his throbbing cock brushes against my already tender clit. He abruptly stands and quickly drops us both to the couch. Sliding his body down mine, he presses his hand between my thighs and plunges two fingers into me with such force that my toes curl.

Wrapping his hand around my throat, he thrusts his fingers and curls them against my walls. “A few more like that and you’ll be ready for my cock.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

LIAM

Tightening my grip around Sasha’s throat, I squeeze just hard enough to restrict her blood flow.I want her to really let go.Driving my fingers into her warm, wet cunt, I curl them against her G-spot. I quickly work at a punishing pace, jackhammering into her and demanding that she give me the messy release I want.

“Li…Liam…” she pants my name as every muscle in her body tightens. She clenches around my demanding, thrusting fingers, but I don’t stop. I pump into her until her tight cunt spasms. After pulling from her, I strum my arousal-coated fingers over her clit and watch her slick, watery release erupt over my hand and her thighs. Her chest heaving, she struggles to catch her breath, but she forces out, “Thank you.”

“Mmmmm…” I lightly slap my hand against her pussy, causing droplets of the wetness covering her to splatter over my hand. “You are fucking welcome. I could watch you come all fucking night.”

I can’t fucking get enough.

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