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“Fuck, yes.” The words tear from my throat. “Harder, Aleria.”
I reach down between her legs, finding the dampness soaking through her underwear, and growl, “You’re wet.”
“All for you.” Her voice is breathless, her hand tightening around me as she strokes faster, more insistently.
I yank her panties down in one swift move, and she wriggles out of them, her hips lifting off the counter to help me. The second they’re off, I slip a finger inside her. She’s so tight, so hot.
“God, you feel so good.”
She gasps, hips jerking against my hand, begging for more.
“I need you,” she pleads, her voice not more than a whisper, her breath hitching as I slip another finger inside her.
“And I need you,” I growl against her neck, sucking hard, leaving a mark. “But I’m going to make you come first.”
I capture her mouth again, swallowing the moans that spill from her lips as I rub her swollen clit with my thumb. Her hips grind against my hand as she rides my fingers, the sound of her wetness driving me insane.
Watching her like this, her lips parted in ecstasy, her breasts heaving, her body trembling under my touch, I’m seconds away from losing it. I can barely hold on, my balls tightening as pre-cum leaks onto her hand.
“I’m close,” she whimpers, her voice thin, breathless. “Liam, please.”
I move lower, spreading her legs wider as I drop to my knees on the smooth, polished floor. Her thighs tremble, herbody already on the edge as I bury my face between her legs. The taste of her is intoxicating, her scent filling my senses as my tongue flicks over her clit. Her nails dig into the marble as she tries to steady herself.
All I want is her taste, her scent, the feel of her thighs trembling against my face as I eat her like a man starved.
She moans, trying to muffle the sound by biting her lip, but those sexy little whimpers escape anyway, sending fire through my veins.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right as my tongue works faster, circling her clit until she’s shaking, gasping.
“Give it to me, baby,” I growl, my voice vibrating against her slick skin. “I want to taste you when you come.”
Her body clenches around me as she comes undone, muscles spasming, her moan turning into a scream as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling hard as she rides out the waves of pleasure. She calls my name as she shatters, her voice raw, breathless.
I rise, wiping my mouth, my cock harder than rock. Her eyes are hazy, lips swollen from our kiss, her skin flushed, but she’s still eager. I can see it in her gaze, the way her eyes flick down to my erection, still straining against my pants.
I slip my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean. “I was hungry for you.” I smirk, watching her eyes widen, the shock still fresh on her face. “And I still am. But I’m not fucking you on this counter. Not for our first time.”
I pull her off the counter with a rough jerk, her legs wrapping around me. The penthouse is a blur as I carry her toward the bedroom, passing the floor-to-ceiling windows where the city sprawls out beneath us like a glowing sea of lights. It’s abillion-dollar view, but all I can think about is the woman in my arms, her body pressed tight against mine.
I toss her onto the massive bed. She bounces, her hair spilling across the pillows like a halo, and she looks up at me with that fierce hunger still burning in her eyes.
I strip off my pants and boxers in one fluid motion, my cock springing free, and her breath catches at the sight of it. Her eyes widen, lust darkening them, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Spread your legs for me,” I command, my voice rough with need.
She parts her legs, her wetness glistening in the soft light, and I have to fight the urge to bury myself in her right then.
“I need to feel your pussy around my cock. Right. Fucking. Now.”
I grab a condom from the nightstand, the foil packet tearing open with a sharp rip. Rolling it on, I position myself at her entrance, gripping her hips as I slide the tip of my cock against her, teasing her. Her body arches off the bed, desperate for more.
With one hard thrust, I’m inside her, sinking deep into her tight, wet heat. The feeling is indescribable, the way her body grips me, pulling me in deeper. I pause for a moment, letting the sensation wash over me, the pleasure so intense I can hardly breathe.
I pull out, then slam back into her, and her nails scrape down my back, leaving marks. I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, and I can tell by her gasps, by the way her nails dig into my shoulders, that she’s right there with me.
“Fuck. You feel so good.” The words tumble out, my voice raw with need as I bury myself inside her again, balls-deep. “So fucking hot.” I move, thrusting fast, rough, out of control.
There’s no tenderness here, no soft, romantic touches. Just raw passion, lust, and years of repressed feelings exploding between us. Her nails dig into my back as she arches up to meet my every thrust, her head thrown back, lost in the moment.
