Page 117 of Ward Willing
With one hand, I shove it over my forehead and nearly gasp at what I see.
When I look down, I see him watching me, and the intensity of his gaze has me shattering around his fingers with his tongue flat against my clit. My hips undulate as I clench my teeth and whimper, body convulsing as my orgasm slams through me, hard and fast. Liam doesn’t relent–instead, he doubles down and works his tongue faster, curving his fingers slightly as one orgasm immediately rolls into a second one. I’m gasping for air and despite wanting to squeeze my eyes shut, I love the look of Liam kneeling between my legs more.
“One, two,” I say, shaking.
Liam pulls back and I nearly gasp at the sight. His pupils are blown almost black in color, and his lips are shining with…me.Giving me a lascivious smile, he kneels and looks up at me, hands on his hips.
I can see where his cock is straining against his pants, and despite coming twice, I want more in the form of him inside of me.
“You’re going to give me three more,” he growls, and before I have a chance to argue, his mouth is on my cunt.
I jump at the contact, but he goes soft and slow, flicking his tongue in small, teasing strokes against my sensitive nub.
“You taste so fucking good on my tongue,” he says, using one finger to push into my opening. “Take off your bra and lie down.”
I reach behind me and unclasp my bra before letting myself fall fully onto the bed, using my one leg to push against his shoulder. I’m about to ask if he wants me to scoot back when he lifts the other leg over his other shoulder. One warm hand comes to my ass and squeezes. The feeling is…fuck.
I can hear how wet I am every time he pushes his finger into me, and the way he’s groaning—the sound almost too low to hear—makes me seem like the most decadent thing he’s ever tasted. No one has ever treated me like this. Like I’m the main course and he can’t wait to devour me. I roll my hips against his mouth, and he chuckles as my hands fly to his hair.
“Yes, Liam,” I gasp.
“Come on, baby girl. Give me two more, and then you can have my cock for the last one.”
Fuck.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters against my clit, his tongue feathering lightly and working me into a frenzy. He inserts a second finger into me, and as I open my mouth to cry out, he adds a third. “So tight. Need to stretch you and get you ready to take my cock,” he adds, his voice low and reverent.
“Yes, please, please, please.”
“You can do it, little rebel. Come on my tongue. Such a good listener. Do you see what happens to good girls who listen?”
His praise sends warmth through me, and everything pulls taut as his lips seal over my clit and sucks.
I explode with a scream. “Oh god, fuck yes, just like that, I’m coming, I’m?—”
My orgasm intensifies, and my eyes roll back as he continues pumping into me without any relief. My mind goes blank, and my hips jump with every swipe of his tongue. Every muscle in my body aches from the constant push and pull, and as he continues his attention on my clit with his tongue, there’s nothing I can do but endure it. It’s almost… painful… and I try and push him away with my hands.
“Please, please, stop, I can’t.”
He laughs against my core. “You did perfectly, Zoe. But I’m not done, remember? I didn’t hear you count.”
“Three, three, please, I can’t keep going!”
My legs are shaking on his shoulders, and everything aches. I lift my head and look at him, but he gives me a devilish smirk before diving into my sensitive core.
My hands smack onto the duvet and my fingers curl around the fabric, pulling it to stop the onslaught of my nerves being on fire. It’s too much, and my mouth is open in a silent scream as Liam works up to three fingers again.
“I can’t. I can’t come again.”
“You can, and you will,” he says, his voice husky. “Even if it means I have to stay here all night.”
“Oh fuck, Liam,” I whimper, trying to get away from his mouth, trying to give myself some sort of reprieve. Even with past lovers, it never felt this intense. My body convulses with every movement, yet he somehow gets me worked up again.
“That’s it, baby girl. You’re gripping my fingers so hard. I told you that you could do it.”
“It’s too much,” I say, half-sobbing. My cheeks are wet, and I realize with a shock that I’ve been crying.
Liam slows his movements, and his free hand comes to my stomach. “Zoe, look at me.”
