Page 349 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Fuck, yeah, Ice.I really did miss this ass,” he groans.

“Liam…”

I don’t know what I’m asking for, maybe nothing.I just know whatever he’s doing to me seems monumental.Intuitively, I know that I’ll never be the same again.I feel the head of his cock push between my cheeks, applying pressure to the entrance of my ass.My body betrays me, automatically thrusting out to meet him, wanting what he’s giving, even if I’m apprehensive.He moves his cock back and forth in between the small valley, pushing his head against the tight opening, but never quite entering.He does this repeatedly, and I get lost in the repetition.Then, unexpectedly, his cock moves lower, tunneling between my thighs, and sliding against the tender aroused flesh that leads to my clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, Ice.I’d forgotten what magic we create together.”

He’s right.That’s the only word for it, too.

Magic.

“Quit torturing me, Liam.I need you,” I pant, leaning deeper against the dresser, I reach my hand between my legs, to touch his wet cock, pressing it up against me, loving the way that feels.Liam slaps my ass, this time harder than before, causing my entire body to shudder and a fresh new wave of wetness to soak his cock and run down my thighs.

I’ve never been this wet in my life.

“Remember the rules, Ellie.What are they?”

“You give me what I need and how I need it,” I murmur the words that I learned early on in our relationship.Liam is definitely the dominate man in the bedroom and I love every second of it.

His hand wraps in my hair, as he twists the curls and roughly pulls my head back.

“I hope you’re ready for me, Ice,” he growls, slamming inside of me and not stopping until he’s completely ceded.It’s rough enough that it takes my breath away, but it feels so good that I’m instantly squeezing my muscles against his cock, trying to keep him inside of me.“Jesus, Ellie,” he groans.“It gets better every time.”He begins sliding in and out of me.His strokes hard, methodical, and soul-rocking.

“God, yes, Liam.More, baby.I’m so close.Take me harder,” I yell, and I am yelling.I’ve never been quiet in the bedroom.Nothing Liam does to me has ever made being quiet an option.

Somehow, impossibly, his thrusts get harder, more controlled, but there’s no doubt that he’s drilling my pussy.His hand tightens in my hair.

“Is this what you wanted, Ellie?You wanted me to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days?”

“You’re mine, Ellie,” he growls, withdrawing only to slam all the way back in again.“Say it.”

“Yours, Liam.”

He reaches around me and I feel his fingers slide against my clit as he slams in and out of me.He’s fucking me so hard the dresser is moving with each thrust.His forceful grip on me will leave bruises, but I welcome them.

“Come for me, Ellie.I want to feel you come all over my cock as I empty my cum inside of you.”

That’s all it takes.I literally combust, coming so hard, that I worry I’m going to pass out.I feel Liam’s cum inside of me, stream after stream, filling me so full that it leaks out and I love it.I close my eyes, celebrating the fact that I belong to Liam once again.Whatever else is wrong, one thing will always be true.

I really do belong to him.

Chapter45

Ellie

I wake slowly,stretching the kinks out of my well used body.I lost count of the number of times Liam made me come last night.I’m pretty sure I begged him to stop that last time and then threatened to kill him when he did.The memory brings a smile to my face.

I’m alone in bed, I know that at once, because I instantly miss Liam.It’s nothing unusual.He always leaves early to get started on his day with his brothers.Besides, it’s almost eleven.I never sleep this late.My only excuse is that I’m exhausted from all of his attention last night.

Part of me dreads today, because I know that Liam and I will have to talk.I don’t know how that will go, but I have to believe as much as we love one another that we can survive it.Surely the fact that in all this time he’s never had another woman, and keeps our wedding photo on the dresser, means that he feels the same way I do.

“About time you woke up, lazy bones.”

I grin, as I look over to Liam, who opens the door and comes in carrying a tray.

“I had a man who wore me out all night.”

“He sounds like a keeper,” Liam jokes.

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