Page 64 of Love Me

“Come for me,wife. Let me finally feel you let go.”

As if her body was waiting, she falls apart, her clit swelling, throbbing against my tongue, her pussy walls clenching around my fingers, sucking them in like it needs to be filled. Fuck do I want to pump my cock inside her, feel those walls stretch around my cock while I fill her with my cum. The image and the feel of her like this makes me groan into her pussy, jerking her body impossibly close by her hips, nearly suffocating myself as I bury my face into her, wanting to consume her.

I continue to rut against the edge of the bed, her orgasm flooding my mouth with her essence. I drink up all of it, swallowing her down and loving the sweet taste of her cum. My hips move, rubbing my stiff cock against the mattress until I’m coming, filling my briefs with a load that just won’t end. I moan unfiltered and unrestrained into her pussy, licking her sweet, silky flesh through both of our orgasms.

“God damn baby, I’m addicted to your pussy.”

“Good thing you married me.”

A deep, primal growl leaves me. I stand and Hannah’s eyes go wide when she takes in the outline of my still-hard cock through the thin material of my dress pants, a visible wet spot from where I came leaking through the khaki fabric.

“Did you . . . ?” she nearly pants as she points to the spot.

“Come from eating you out? Yeah. I did. Don’t think that that means I’m done with you. That just gave me a little relief. Now, do I need to beg my wife to let me fuck her?”

CHAPTER 18

hannah

Liam undresses slowly,inch by inch, giving me pieces of his perfect, athletically built body. His wide shoulders are rounded at the top, leading to thick muscled biceps that forever look like he’s flexing, his chest is chiseled, a light dusting of chest hair leading to washboard abs that I want to trace with my tongue. His shirt floats to the floor along with his tie as I lean back on my elbows and let myself take all of him in for the first time.

Liam hooks his thumbs into his pants, pulling the stretchy fabric over his massive cock, and letting them drop to the floor before stepping free of them—briefs in tow. My eyes are focused on his dick—long and thick, with a throbbing vein running up the length of the underside leading to an engorged, deep-red mushroom head. I figured he was packing, but seeing it face-to-face makes him seem otherworldly. He’s massive. At least, he is to me, based on the limited experience that I’ve had with dicks in the past.

I’ve never had the desire to give a blow job before, but right now? That’s all I want to do as I stare at him. I want topull him to the back of my throat and make him feel as good as he just made me. His muscles ripple and flex as he grasps his big dick with his hand, his fist wrapping around the thick length and sliding upward to the bead of precum leaking from the tip. Holy shit, he is so hot.

All reservations about this have gone out the fucking window. I want him. Badly. Seeing him crawl on his hands and knees, hearing him beg, I could have orgasmed without him touching me at all. But his mouth? I’ve never experienced something so life-altering. Liam feasted on me like he would die without it, as if giving me pleasure was as much for him as it was about me. Which was proven by the fact that he came from going down on me alone.

This man, who’s been by my side since I was three, has just obliterated everything I thought I wanted and needed. And he’s been in front of me this entire time. My heart falls hard, and instantly, like blinders being removed, all I see is him.

“I know you want this, Hannah. Let me take care of you and make you feel good. Let me show you how good it can be when a man wants to take care of what’s his.” I hear his words through the rushing of my blood in my ears as I still work to come down from a life-altering orgasm and my brain attempts to catch up with my heart. But is he just lonely, too? Is this all because I’m readily available? I shake my head of the self-sabotaging thoughts and decide to just be in the now. Fuck it. If Liam wants to make me feel good, he can. His touch iseverything.

CHAPTER 19

liam

“So, do I have to beg?”

She shakes her head as I stroke my cock in my hand, her legs still spread out in front of me, the sheets below her visibly wet. Stepping between her legs, I press two fingers in as deep as they can go, watching them slowly disappear inside her wet heat, while using my thumb to stroke her clit. Her hips nearly buck off the bed when an idea hits me.

“Have you ever squirted before?”

“No . . .” Her words are breathless as she arches into my hand.

“Good. Let’s see what this pretty pussy can do.”

I push two fingers in deep, curving upward toward her belly, circling her clit meticulously with my thumb. Releasing my straining dick, I press down on her lower abdomen, holding her down on the bed as I work her over.

“Oh, fuck, Liam!”

“That’s it. Let me have it, Hannah. Pinch your nipples for me and just relax.”

She listens, sitting up enough to pull her shirtover her head, hands squeezing and kneading her perky breasts—that I’ve yet to give attention to, an issue I’ll be remedying soon—tweaking and twisting her small rosebud nipples, pulling on those sexy as hell barbells as moans flow freely and softly from her lips. She sounds so fucking good, and I can’t wait for her to feel this.

Hannah looks unbelievably sexy laid out in front of me, completely naked, legs spread open, my fingers pressing into her dripping pussy, her gorgeous lavender-colored hair splayed out on the bed. I use my fingers to fuck her, pulling out slowly before pushing in hard, curling and moving them against that spot deep inside her, all while rubbing that swollen little sensitive nub with firm pressure. Her legs begin to shake uncontrollably as she lets go of her breasts to grip the sheets on either side of her.

She’s close.

“You’re gonna be a good wife and squirt for me,” I urge as her pussy walls start to flutter and clench around my fingers. I keep working her over, swirling my thumb over that sensitive little clit as her orgasm climbs, and I feel the moment she’s about to combust.

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