And now, as I run my lips up and down his amazing shaft, I’m glad I got arrested. I never would have met him if I didn’t.
“Your dirty little mouth feels so good on my cock,” he growls. “But you’re only dirty for me, aren’t you, princess?”
“Yes,” I gasp between sucks. I shove his dick back into my mouth and force it in until it burns my throat and makes my eyes water.
“Your pussy tastes like a ripe peach,” he grunts. “Your mouth feels like heaven. I can’t wait to feel what the inside of your cunt feels like as it squeezes my cock for the first time.”
His words spur me on and I suck him with a new eagerness until his grip tightens on my head and his cock pulses against my tongue. He cries out as hot cum spurts out of his dick all over my mouth. I moan, wetter than ever, as I swallow his load down.
After a while, I sit back up and wipe the wetness from the sides of my lips. I can feel the heat of his orgasm traveling down my chest and into my body. It warms me up as it goes.
“You’re incredible,” he says as the back of his head rests on the headrest of his seat. He glances over and the look of love he gives me makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
I’m glowing with that feeling all the way to his place. “That’s your house?” I gasp when he pulls into the driveway and the garage door opens.
The place is sick. It’s a gorgeous home on a quiet street filled with other gorgeous homes. I’ve lived in Cherry Falls most of my life and I’ve never seen this street before.
“Do you like it?” he asks as he pulls into the garage.
I nod. “It’s beautiful.”
He hits the button on his visor and the door closes behind us. “Come. I’ll give you a tour.”
We get out of the car and I’m once again reminded how ridiculous I look. Liam is a big guy and his workout clothes are huge.
His shorts go halfway down my calves and I’m drowning in his t-shirt. Why did I have to spill cocaine all over my clothes? It was my work outfit, so it wasn’t anything spectacular, but it’s still much nicer than this oversized outfit or the orange jumpsuit he originally saw me in. It occurs to me that Liam has never seen me wear anything remotely nice.
And he’s still interested…
That tells me this is more than just about looks. There’s a deep connection here that comes around once in a lifetime if you’re lucky.
“Ready for that tour?” he asks as he heads for the door.
I suck in an excited breath and follow him in.
Chapter Seven
Liam
“This place is incredible,” Hazel says as she looks at my in-ground pool through the patio doors. The light is on and it’s glowing a beautiful turquoise now that the sky is dark. “How long have you lived here?”
“Two years this fall. Although, I’m rarely here.”
She laughs. “If this was my house, I’d never leave.”
“It can be your house. And I’d prefer if you didn’t leave.”
She shoots me a shy smile and then walks over to check out the pictures on my wall.
Seeing this place through her eyes gives it new life. Maybe I should take more time to relax and enjoy the fruits of my labor. With her here, I wouldn’t mind that at all.
“Are these your parents?” she asks as she points to an old photo of my mom and dad.
“Yeah,” I say with a smile as I walk over to her. I place my arms around her waist and it already feels so natural. I know she’s feeling the same because she puts her hand on mine and gives a contented sigh. “I grew up in Alaska with them. They’re still up there.”
“Doing what?”
“Fishing, hunting, staying in nature where they belong.”
“Where do you belong?” she asks as she turns around and puts her arms around my neck.
I’m gazing down into her beautiful blue eyes and butterflies fill my stomach with a fluttering feeling. “I belong right here. With you.”
Our mouths come together and we kiss soft and passionately. This girl is unbelievable. She tastes as good as she looks.
“Where do you belong?” I ask, testing her.
She grins and nibbles her bottom lip as she looks up at me. “You said something about your bed? I think I might belong in there.”
She squeals as I scoop her up in my arms and kiss her again. She moans into my mouth as I carry her to the stairs.
My body is on fire and burns hotter with every step I take. A part of me wishes I had stolen the police’s handcuffs. I wouldn’t mind using them to trap her to my bed. Once I have her, I know I’ll never be able to let her go.