Page 73 of Love Me

“Fuck, I love that my wife can do that,” he stammers, picking me up by my hips and moving me down to his waist, not bothering to wipe the moisture covering his mouth and cheeks. My face flames, my body still shaking, coming down. I lift up on my knees as Liam lines up his cock with my drenched center, and then I’m sinking down onto him in one easy motion. My body fights the intrusion, my walls clamping, tightening and making him groan, but I don’t care. I want this, the sting of pain as I adjust to him just makes me want him more.

I start to move, lifting my hips and then dropping back down and rocking before doing it again and again, finding a rhythm that feels good for both of us. His hands are everywhere, pulling at my nipples, gliding over my hips until he grips the globes of my ass tightly.

“That’s it, beauty, ride my cock. You’re gonna squirt again for me, do you understand? I want you to drench my cock.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can and you will. Lean forward.”

I do as he says, laying down on top of him, his hands guiding me to lift just my hips, arching my lower back and then dropping back down. The position rubs my clit onto his pelvis but hits an entirely new place deep within me, that place that only his fingers have found.

“Oh, fuck, Liam, that feels . . .” My words are lost on a moan as I fuck him, his big dick hitting that sweet spot deep inside me while my clit is being stimulated just enough to edge me closer to release. I lift my head up enough to kiss him, his tongue spearing into my mouth, our tongues clashing. Liam’s hands massage the meaty flesh of my ass until he’s using a hand to spread me apart, and then I feel it. His fingers slip through all the moisture that’s covering both of us, my pussy weeping for him and easing his way. His fingers rim the tight muscle there, and I don’t hate it. The opposite actually.

When I press back slightly against him, he moans into my mouth, deep and feral. It would be scary if I didn’t know this man would die before causing me pain. A finger breaches my hole, slowly pressing in and staying there. But I want him to move. I lift my hips quicker, falling back down onto his thick shaft,

“Does my wife need more?”

“Yes, Liam, please.”

“So greedy. Anything for you, baby.”

And then his hips are jerking up into me as I slam down onto him, his finger pulling out and thrusting back in sync with our thrusts. He pulls out completely before adding a second finger, and the stretch feels so wickedly good. My orgasm climbs until I’m floating away on a high so good tears spring to my eyes, my toes curl, and my stomach tightens until I’m coming so hard I nearly black out. I feel the release, the sudden gentle flow of me squirting, coating his dick and pelvis, his moans growing louder and louder.

“That’s my girl. Fuck, so good, Hannah. Such a good wife.”

His thrusts become erratic, my body draped over him, pliable and boneless as he holds me down by my lower back and thrusts up into me, chasing his release.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I want to fill you up, Han.”

God, I want that, too. But Liam won’t take that chance. Just as he’s about to come, I feel his already big dick thicken inside me, swelling, and then he’s pulling free from me, white spurts of his milky cum shooting out between us as he moans out my name.

If I questioned it before, I know it now. There is no recovering from losing Liam after feeling this with him. He’s mine.

“Do you think Charlie’s going to be okay?” I ask Liam after he cleaned us both up and changed his sheets. We’re currently wrapped up together under his blankets, my face resting on his strong chest, his steady heartbeat a near lullaby in my ear, so relaxing and comforting. His arms are wrapped tightly around me, my leg thrown over his hip, and my fingers tracing aimlessly over the tattoo he has of mine and Charlotte’s names.

“Beauty, you’ve always done the best you can, she’s a happy, healthy, smart little girl. She doesn’t need a dad to be well-rounded. She is showered with love every day. She’s got three honorary uncles, three aunts, and two sets of grandparents, even if two of them are assholes and the other two aren’t actually related to her. She doesn’t know any better, and she’s so damn happy.”

“I want to believe you. This is confusing for me, so I can’t imagine how it is for her.”

“If you really take a moment and think about it, our routine hasn’t changed, and Charlotte is still so little. She was happy to see us kiss earlier. I know you panicked, but for all Charlie could understand, we’ve been together this entire time. I’m such a huge part of her everyday life. I don’t think she’s confused; I don’t think she notices that anything has changed between us.”

I give his words thought for a moment, and I know that he’s right. Our routine hasn’t changed, and the transition to married life was seamless because we’re such a huge part of each other’s lives already. Everyone who has found out we’re dating hasn’t batted an eye. Tomorrow is the first family dinner since things with Dallas and Blaire have calmed down, and we’re announcing that we eloped. The thought of his parents’ and siblings’ happy reactions makes my heart flutter, but it also scares me that this could all crash and burn and I’ll lose the people that mean the world to me.

“Promise me, no matter what happens between us with all of this, that you won’t leave. I won’t survive it, Liam.”

“Hannah, never. I will never abandon you. It doesn’t matter what title I carry, it’s me and you. Till the fucking end. Do you understand?”

His thumbs brush away the rogue tears. God, I want to believe him more than anything, because I wouldn’t survive it if we lost him.

CHAPTER 23

liam

Walking into my parents’house for Sunday dinner holding Hannah’s hand feels like I’m living someone else’s life. Everyone is sitting in the living room talking when we arrive, which couldn’t have been a better setup. I pull Hannah behind me, her small hand clasped firmly in mine as we step into the room, and silence falls upon us.

“Liam?” my mom asks, hesitantly questioning.

“So, we’ve got a little announcement to make,” I say, my mom slapping a hand over her mouth as she gasps. Hope fills her eyes, and I know that she has wanted this for Hannah and me for so long. It’s going to kill me when she finds out the truth.

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