Page 21 of Little Temptation

That’s when my legs begin to quiver, and a needy sensation builds urgently. I grip the cushion as the feeling grows, and I let my head drop back. God, it’s bliss. I’m on the verge of shattering if he could just… a little…

“Oh, yes!” Every nerve in my body explodes as his tongue continues to lick at me, sending wave after wave of spasms through my body.

His pace lessens as I crest the high and begin to float back to earth, feeling utterly blissed and content.

“While that’s an awfully sexy look on you, I’m not finished with you yet.” Liam stands and looks down at me.

He pulls me to my feet, and I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to stand after what he did to me. He spins me around and bends me over, his hands smoothing down my back as he does.

“Now, I’m about through with any restraint I had. So tell me you want me to fuck you. I want to hear the words.”

“Liam…”

“Lil, please, for fuck’s sake.”

“Take me, Liam.”

He’s not gentle about pushing my legs a little wider and rubbing the tip of his cock in my wet pussy. Taking him is sobering, though, and as he pushes in, I inhale deeply before slowly exhaling.

“God, you feel so fucking tight, Lil. You’re going to squeeze my dick like a fucking vice. Arch your back for me. Fuck, you look perfect. You feel fucking perfect.” His words run into one another as he thrusts in and draws back slowly. “Keep your arms tight because I’m not going to be gentle, Lil. You’re too damn hot for gentle.” He slams into me, jarring me forward, and my fingers dig into the cushions on the sofa. There would be no way I could take him if he hadn’t just made me come so hard my eyes hurt.

I twist back and watch him holding my hips and pistoning into me – his head tilted up to the sky. Chords of muscles glisten in the sun from his shoulders down his torso, and from this angle, it’s sexy as hell.

Each time he thrusts, he gets a little harder, and his hands squeeze at my hips. My limbs are still recovering from the orgasm he gave me a few moments ago, but it’s his words, his urgency, that turns me on this time.

“Fucking hell, Lil,” he grunts. His hand slaps my arse, and I yelp in surprise. “I want to see you.” He stills, and whatever was building fades as he pulls out gently and pulls me to standing. “I want to see your tits. I want to see your beautiful tits as I fuck you.” His hands undo my bikini top, and he throws it to the side, so I’m now naked on his yacht. “Lie back, spread those gorgeous legs and let me see all of you.” His words are erotic as hell. He sets out his commands, and I follow, falling back to the cushions and spreading my legs as best I can.

He kneels down between my legs and lifts one to rest on his shoulder as he pulls us closer together. He pushes his cock inside of me and repositions for a second so he’s as deep as I can take him.

Then he starts to move. His eyes find mine, and he watches me – studies me – as he pulls out and pushes back in. It’s slow and deliberate, and this angle means he brushes against my clit, which is already so sensitive from the attention earlier.

Every time he catches it, my mouth opens a little more with the threat of a deep, plea-full moan.

“You like your clit being played with. You drenched my tongue when I rubbed it with my finger. Are you going to come around my dick if I rub it now?” His eyes blaze with heat as he talks to me, and I can feel my cheeks flame in response. “First, I want to fuck you so hard you want to scream.”

Without any more warning, he pushes into me, grips my hips, and begins to fuck me. With each stroke, he pushes me up the sofa, and my boobs jolt.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked so sexy. Naked.” He shoves forward. “On the cusp of begging for me.” Another thrust. “Your nipples, hard and ripe, ready for me to play with.”

“Liam, stop playing,” I beg.

He pauses for a second, and his eyebrows rise before that smouldering look returns. “As you wish.” He adjusts and holds onto my hips again before he loses control. He hammers into me like he’s racing to finish. Only, I’m the one now hurtling towards a second climax. He’s bent my leg back, and the position makes him hit deep inside of me and brush my clit even more.

The urge to move, to thrust my hips in response, or to hurry him infects my body. My breathing feels laboured, and I start to pant – to moan – to cry in desperation.

“Yes, fuck, fuck. Harder, Liam. There. There.” I press my hands into the sofa and lift up a fraction, giving my clit even more friction.

All of my muscles tighten, and the pull in the pit of my stomach intensifies until I’m screaming for Liam to tip me over the edge. “Yes, Liam. Yes. Yes!”

My eyes close as the pulsing sensation of my orgasm beats around my body. But Liam doesn’t still. He thrusts harder, with urgency, until he pulls me against him, digging his fingers into my skin and slowing.

“Jesus, Lil. Fucking hell,” he groans through gritted teeth.

Neither of us moves, but the leg that’s been over his shoulder starts to get pins and needles, so I let it slide to the side, and Liam manoeuvres, causing my leg to drop to the sofa. He collapses back in the corner, and I watch him for a moment out of squinted eyes.

Did we really just do that?

My heart is still racing against my chest, and I take a long, deep breath.

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