Page 15 of Insta-Hubby
“You were waiting to give this perfect little pussy to me, weren’t you? You were waiting for me to come along so I could kiss your clit, sink my cock deep inside you. Right baby?”
“Yes,” I moan as he pulls my panties to the side so he can seeallof me.
I feel so vulnerable, so exposed, like he could do anything to me and I would have no control over it. And that’s how Iwantit.
“I don’t think I want you to be my pretend girlfriend,” he moans, slipping his fingers slowly across my aching clit. My heart stops for a second - but then he continues, “I could make you my fucking wife.”
I feel my mouth pull open and my teeth come down on my bottom lip as he pulls me closer to him, sliding my ass along the cool marble countertop. His bends down, and his lips are dangerously close to my pussy, and he kisses the insides of my thighs as my desire positively drips out of me.
“You are silky smooth, love,” he says, his lips coming even closer to me, “and you are going to feel so good stretching wide around my cock. You wanna feel that?”
“Yes,” I moan, “I do.”
“Not yet baby. I wanna taste that sweet little cherry.”
Liam puts his lipsrightagainst my clit and stops for a moment, sending me aheart-stoppingsmile before wrapping my clit up inside his perfect lips, swirling his tongue against me, licking me so slowly that I might just lose my damn mind.
“Ohhh,” I moan out, and the sound nearly surprises me. I never knew something could feel thisgood.
It’s like I’ve been teleported to another planet, the way his tongue traces against the outside of my clit and then sweeps over it gently.
“I could do this every day for the rest of my fucking life,” he growls, “your pussy is so perfect andyouare so perfect.”
That kind of talk is making me feel crazy inside, and I know it’s just that - crazy talk. Dirty talk peppered in with some love-dovey stuff.
He reaches up and pushes my dress up my waist, and I raise my arms in the air to let him pull it off me. Then he moves up my body and kisses me, making me taste myself on him.
“Do you like how you taste?” he groans, pulling my body close to him with an open hand on the small of my back.
It is sinful and sexy, and so forbidden andforeignto me. This man has me doing things I’d never dreamed of.
Letting him just come up to me on the street and asking me out? Never happened to me.
Asking me to be his girlfriend on the first date? Ridiculous.
And now kissing me where I’d never even beentouchedbefore today?
I don’t want this moment to end.
Liam reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, letting the lace and straps fall onto the counter next to me. He reaches around to my front and pushes his thumb slowly over my nipple, grazing the skin and making me feel crazy inside, making me evenwetter.
“Let me get that wet for you,” he groans, moving down my body and taking my nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue against it just like he did to my clit. “You’re already so wet everywhere else.”
He pulls his mouth away and puts both of his hands on my breasts, feeling their fullness inside his hands, an expression of lust mixed with something else on his face.
It’s an expression I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what to call it. It’s want, but it’s something more than that.
It’s lust, and it’s more.
And I feel it, too.
It’s the feeling I had when I first saw him. Like everything else melted away from me. Fromus.
“Liam,” I moan, unable to take it any longer, “please fuck me. I need it.”
“I knew you’d beg me like a good girl,” he growls into my ear, pinching my nipples gently but firmly between his fingers. “I knew when I saw you you were mydirtygirl.”
“Oh god Liam, please,” I moan as he puts his hand between my legs, and I scoot forward toward him, desperate to feel him inside me.
