Page 16 of Signed For Him

His eyes sear into mine, his gaze alluring and confounding.

"If you don't really want this, you have to tell me now because once I start, I'm not going to stop, Charlie. You can tell me no a million times, but it's not going to happen unless you say no right now." His words are somehow the sweetest he's ever said, which has got to make me the most fucked up person to think so but for the first time since I got here, he's letting me out. He's letting me say no. He's giving me a choice even if he's not giving me one after that word comes out of my mouth.

"I want you, Liam. I want you inside of me," I tell him shyly, my adrenaline-filled bravery from only moments ago having evaporated and leaving me meek and small once more.

He lets out a sound not dissimilar to a roar as he picks me up, his lips finding mine again as he devours me while carrying me towards what I have to assume is the bedroom.

My body is thrown down onto the bed, the whole bed shaking under the weight of me being thrown its way. I lay there startled but brimming with excitement as I watch Liam undress in front of me, his thick and powerful muscles rippling as he moves and throws his clothes to the ground beneath him.

When he's done and stands stark naked in front of me, my eyes automatically draw down to the erect cock wishing for attention.

"Strip for me, baby girl."

I stand and strip slowly, accentuating every movement I make in the hopes of turning him on even more. When I finally see his face, I realise that it worked. His eyes look practically soullessly dark as he appreciates the sight of me, his eyes appraising every bare part of me.

"You're so fucking beautiful." His words and the low hum of his voice have the desired effect, shooting straight to my core.

"Lay on the bed for me." His command is simple, and yet my mind wanders and jumps as I do as he says.

"Spread your legs for me."

I do just that, waiting with eager anticipation as I bare myself to him. He takes a moment to look, his eyes filled with adoration and lust as he does before his face fills the gap between my legs, his tongue gliding from my clit and back down, the feverish actions of a starved man.

His teeth nip at my bud, my hands grasping his hair as he squeezes the skin on my inner thighs while working me closer and closer to the brink with his tongue and his fingers beginning to fill me.

A sound unlike any I've made before leaves my lips, my desperation leading my hands to claw and pull at his hair, pulling him closer to me as if he could possibly be any nearer.

When my orgasm rears to life, I hear myself as if unpretentious calling his name, my thighs closing in around his head as he rides and laps up the wave of the lust-filled sin that escapes my body.

He rises from his position, holding my legs apart as he settles between them, his cock sliding along my entrance with ease, my wet embrace urging him on as he looks at me with love filling his eyes before entering me in one swift and harsh motion. A low gasp escapes me at the shock of his abrupt entry. He waits a moment for me to adjust before he begins pounding into me, my legs clinging around his waist as I thrust my hips up to match his quickening pace.

His hands take hold of my waist and hips as he rocks our bodies together as one, the actions along with the friction from his body on mine causing a yielding heat to pool between my legs. The slapping sound of his body beating against mine does nothing but make the frenzied look in his eyes more hungry and desperate as he roars to life and flippantly rolls into me repeatedly.

The orgasm within me begs for release, my body pathetically desperate for more as he utters curses, his hand in my hair as he ruggedly releases his load within me, his cock twitching and sending me just far enough for my own orgasm to follow his.

His body falls limply on top of my own, the warmth and security of his body on mine bringing me peace as I close my eyes and smile while he plants light kisses along my face. My eyelids, my cheeks, my lips, my jaw, and my neck.

"Come here," Liam grunts out as he flips us over so that he's on his back and I'm lying on top of him while he's still nestled inside of me.

"I need to go to the bathroom and clean up," I insist with a smile, watching as he shakes his head and looks at me with mocking disapproval.

"No, you don't. You're staying here. I'm staying inside of you and not a single bit of my cum is leaving your body. You're mine, baby girl, and anyone that tries to tear you away from my body right now will be fucking sliced and fed to the pigs."

I can't help the sudden laugh that leaves my lips as he speaks, the seriousness of his crinkled brows and the wonder in his eyes as he watches me laugh.

"Why are you laughing at me? I'm being fucking serious," he says. "Unless you need to piss, then you can go. I'm not into piss play. But if you go to pee then I'm filling you back up when you come back," he tells me sternly.

"I'm laughing because you sound crazy and I don't hate it," I tell him honestly. He opens one eye to look at me again, his arms wrapping around my body before sighing and closing his eyes again.

"Wait, do you need to pee?" I shake my head with a blinding smile and fall asleep nestled into his chest with his arms cocooned around me.

Ten

Charlie

The soft shaking of my body jolts me awake. I had tried to make sure I didn't fall asleep but my eyes closed and surrendered to sleep before I knew what was happening.

My body moves, suddenly aware of what's happening anytime now. What time is it?

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