“These sound like good things to think about,” I say, running my tongue over my lower lip.
“They are, aren’t they?” And, with that, he presses his mouth against mine. We brush lips slowly, our kiss growing wilder and wilder with each passing second. When our tongues meet, I feel a stab of ravenous desire in my heart, an almost violent need to submit and obey the man in front of me. To let him lead me into PleasureLand.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper against his ear, my lips brushing against his skin, “as hard as you can. I want you to use me, Liam. I’m yours.” As the words leave my lips, my heart starts to race at a hundred miles per hour, my insides clenching as my brain tries to comprehend what I’m really volunteering for.
“You didn’t need to say it,” he yanks on my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Vivian, no matter what you say.”
“Yes, please…” I mutter, a growing wetness taking root between my thighs. I can feel my heart pounding against my eardrums, a legion of scattered thoughts fluttering inside my head. “Please,” I repeat, my voice sounding meek but genuine.
A subtle grin dances on the corner of his lips and he lets go of me, taking a step back; I stand still, allowing his eyes to take in the curves of my body. Raising his arms, Liam reaches for me, hooking his fingers on the fabric of my dress, right below my neck.
I hold my breath, his grin widening at the same time; in a heartbeat, he pulls on my dress with all his strength, ripping it apart. My body sways as he tears the fabric apart, pulling it out of my body with viciousness.
“Much better,” he says, looking at my half naked body. I let my eyes fall from his face to his crotch, and I notice the bulging shape there, pushing against his pants. I might be as wet as the Pacific, but he isn’t lagging behind, his cock so hard I half expect it to rip its way out of his pants.
I wait for Liam to tell me to go down on my knees, but that’s not what he does. Still in silence, he takes one step forward and places his hands on my hips, pushing me back. I stumble until I feel my back against the wall, my eyes widening in excitement as I try to guess his next move. Grabbing me by the waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall, my ass turned to him. I place my hands in front of me, at shoulder height, as he runs the tip of his fingers down from my neck to the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he then pushes the straps down my arms, allowing the bra to simply drop to the floor.
“And it keeps getting better…” he whispers, leaning against me. His hands on my waist again, he moves them up over my stomach, stopping just before his fingers meet my naked breasts. With slow deliberate movements, he traces their lower contour, moving his finger back and forth steadily, and then finally goes over their curve. A slight shiver goes through me and I close my eyes, feeling him so close to my nipples that they become even harder.
As he teases me, I jut my ass back, trying to press it against the bulging in his pants; he keeps himself out of reach, though, holding me tighter with the hand he has on my waist.
“We’ll get there… Patience,” he whispers, nibbling at my earlobe as he allows his fingers to brush over my right nipple. I let out a heavy sigh, a warmness spreading from my nipple to the rest of my body, that electric buzz crawling under my skin. Pinching my rosy tip between his thumb and index finger, he keeps building up the desire inside of me, driving it so high that my mind goes blank.
His lips are on my neck now, and he starts to kiss my skin on a downward line—from my neck he goes to between my shoulder blades, and then makes the hike down my spine until his lips are touching the place were skin and thong meet. Parting his lips, he bites down on the small string of underwear and starts peeling it off, the fabric sliding easily over my ass as he pushes it down my legs.
The moment I step out of my thong, completely naked and exposed, he squeezes my ass cheeks, rubbing them with the palm of his hands. I spread my legs wide, my hands still on the wall as I prepare myself to whatever’s in his mind. My skin prickles as I feel one of his fingers on me, gently sliding down between my ass cheeks; barely any pressure to his touch, he moves it all the way down until he’s touching my wet folds. Caressing my wetness, he leans forward; I gasp as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on me, pushing past my inner lips. Jabbing at my pussy with it, his movements remain slow but deliberate, his lips never touching me.
“Oh, God…” I whisper to no one in particular, pressing my forehead against the wall. I close my eyes and let my brain be overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through me. When his teasing becomes simply too much for me, I move my hips back, trying to press my pussy against his face; instead of resisting, this time he places his hands on my waist and matches my movement, pulling me into him harshly. The moment his mouth touches my pussy, I can’t help but gasp, my lungs struggling for air.
“I’m just getting started,” he tells me, pulling out from me just to say these words. He dives into me again, eagerly pressing his mouth against my pussy and sucking as hard as he can; he pulls my folds into his mouth, running his tongue along them as he keeps my ass cheeks spread wide.
I’m moaning... and I’m moaning hard. Each stroke of his tongue sends a high voltage current up my spine, making me even wetter and desperate for his cock. But still he keeps sucking and licking me, working me with his mouth until I’m hissing through my gritted teeth.
Then, with no warning whatsoever, he curls his fingers on my hips and makes me turn around. My back against the wall, I look down at him, my heart beating wildly inside of my chest as I notice his lips glistening with my fluids. He doesn’t afford me the luxury of looking at him anymore, though without waiting, he places one hand under my left ass cheek and makes me lift my leg, placing it over his shoulder. One leg on the ground and other resting on his shoulder, my pussy is left open wide for him to devour, and that’s exactly what he does; closing his eyes as he leans in, he fits his mouth against my aching pussy, jabbing at my insides with his tongue. I pull on his hair, pulling him into me as I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness all over his face. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to relish it, redoubling his efforts.
“It feels so… So good…” I moan, throwing my head back as he laps at my clit with his tongue, circling it and then pressing down.
Using only his tongue, he drives me to the edge of madness but, not quite satisfied with it, he starts brushing one finger against my folds. Moving it up and down, he teases me, but never slides it in; he waits for me to reach for his wrist, and before I can grab it, he slides his finger inside of me, curling it upward in a hook motion. His fingertip pressed tight against my G-spot, he starts rubbing that sweet trigger of madness while he keeps on torturing my clit. He knows what he’s doing, and he won’t stop until a climax forces me to moan as loud as I can.
In the end, it doesn’t take long for him to get what he wants. My body tenses up, electricity gathering in my extremities, and I finally open my mouth and let a quivering moan out. My hands go weak, and I have to place my forearms against the wall, supporting me as a wild orgasm rages through me. Liam keeps licking me while pleasure makes my heart almost explode, only slowing down when my moan turns into a soft purr of ecstasy.
“Delicious,” he says, looking up at me as he pulls out from my pussy. “As always,” he adds, that devilish grin on his lips as he takes my leg out from his shoulder and goes up to his feet. Standing right in front of me, his hands on my hips, he leans in. I smile, meeting him halfway and pressing my lips against his, my tongue sliding into his mouth. My own scent and flavor hit me at once and, just like the last time, it makes my insides clench, desire fluttering inside my chest.
Running my hands down his chest, I hook my fingers on his belt, looking him in the eyes expectantly. With a grin and a nod, he gives me the go ahead, allowing me to unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling fingers as I start to unbutton his pants. One by one, the buttons come off. His hard cock pushes against my knuckles from under his boxer briefs and my heart tightens at the touch of his hard shaft. I turn my hand around and grab it viciously, sighing in ecstasy as I feel his thickness pulsing against my fingers. I can barely wait to have him inside of me, stretching my pussy as it buries itself into me.
“You want it, don’t you?” he says, laying soft kisses on my neck. I simply nod, barely able to think of anything to say. Oh, I want it so bad; he has no idea how much. “How bad, Vivian?”
“Bad,” I croak, my pussy so wet that I feel my own fluids starting to drip down my inner thighs.
“Prove it. On your knees,” he tells me, my legs buckling under my weight as if he had cast a spell on me. He lets go of me and takes one step back, his smart eyes
never leaving mine. I go down as if all my strength had left me. Gulping, I reach for his waist, grabbing at the hem of his boxer briefs; I tug on them, sending them down his legs with his pants. His cock jumps free, precum glistening on the tip. Thick and long, it stands ready at attention, pulsing with the desire to feel my mouth.
“It’s yours,” Liam says, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. Grinning, he unbuttons his own shirt, his fingers moving fast but without any hint of hurry or anxiety. As the button-up shirt slides down his arms, I reach for his cock, my fingers slowly curling around his shaft. It’s warm and pleasant to the touch, and that just makes me want to ram it inside my mouth at once. Lucky for me, that’s exactly what he wants me to do.
Reaching for me, he brushes my lips with his thumb. “This sweet mouth…” he whispers, his cock pulsing against my fingers, anticipation running through it. “I want to fuck it.” He takes his fingers to my head then, running them through locks of hair and grabbing them; keeping my head in place, he moves closer to me, his cock dangerously close to my mouth. “Use your tongue,” he commands me, and my body responds at once.
My tongue pushes its way out from between my lips, reaching for his glans; touching it, I the saltiness of his precum makes me shiver, and I start to circle his tip with sensuous strokes. As his hold on my hair eases, I lean forward, tilting my head sideways and running my tongue down his shaft; I go all the way down until I can lap at his heavy balls. Opening my mouth, I suck one in, rolling it inside my mouth as I twirl my tongue around it. As I allow it out of my mouth, I go back up his shaft, this time allowing my lips to rest against his glans.