Liam starts rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers pressed tight over my wetness. A purred moan leaves my lips as he does it, the whole world fading away around me. With a flick of his fingers he pulls my thong to the side and brushes one fingertip over my folds, his touch making my brain almost explode.
“You’re so wet,” he says, his finger going back and forth over my drenched lips. “I love it.”
“Please,” I mutter, not even knowing what I’m asking for. I want him to slide his finger deep inside me, I want to feel his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy - I want it all, and I want it right now.
Before I can even react, he parts my inner lips and slides his finger in, moving it inside me like a hook and pressing his fingertip in that sweet hidden spot. I moan again, this time louder, and he presses harder against my G-spot. I swear to God, I’m so delirious with desire I have no idea on how I’m managing to stand still.
He starts to move his finger in and out of my pussy, each time his hand moves the rhythm growing. Soon enough his finger is moving so fast I’m no longer moaning, I’m just trying to keep breathing through the avalanche of sensations that rages inside me. Letting go of my hair, he takes his other hand to between my thighs and presses his thumb over my clit, applying just enough pressure to force a moan out of my lips once more.
Working on my clit with his thumb, his index finger flying in and out of my pussy, he guides me to the edge and, with a simple word, throws me off of it.
“Come,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “Come for me.”
Just like that, I go off. I close my eyes again, breathing hard through my gritted teeth as all muscles in my body become tight and hard, uncontrollable tension pooling in every single fiber of my being. Like a bomb, pleasure explodes inside of me, my muscles letting go of all that tension as a forceful scream leaves my throat. My voice quivers as he stops moving his finger and just presses it hard against my G-spot, rubbing it there with the mastery of a man that knows women almost too well.
I press my back against the seat, trembling as he slides his finger out of my pussy and looks me in the eyes.
“This was just a taste,” he grins, that sweet mischievousness in his lips driving me completely mad. “Plenty more to come… If you behave, that is.” As he speaks, he brings his fingers up to my face, and lays the one he had inside of me against my lips. The scent of my own pussy climbs up my nostrils, and I find myself opening my mouth gently, allowing him to slide his finger in. He slides it all the way in, my tongue running along its length and licking it dry of my own juices. Tasting myself I grow even wetter, wanting much more than to just be fingered. I mean, if he can make me feel like this using only one finger and one word, what else can he do? Oh, judging by the look in his eyes, I’m going to find that out pretty soon.
My instincts taking the wheel, I reach for his crotch, anxious to feel his hard cock pulsing against my fin
gers. But, the moment my hand is just an inch away from him, he moves quickly and grabs my wrist.
“Not yet,” he tells me firmly, letting go of my wrist and leaning back. “You’ll have to earn that.”
I lick my lips, anxious to do whatever’s necessary to earn it. I still can’t believe I’m letting him act like this, dominating me as if I were nothing more than a naive innocent girl… But he’s so damn intoxicating. And I’m not just talking about his good looks; no, it goes deeper than that. One hard look into his eyes is enough to realize that Liam Donovan is more than just a man - he’s almost from a completely different breed. Standing here, in the presence of a man that seems so perfect it’s almost unbelievable, what else can I do than obey every single one his words? Sure, I won’t let him push me around forever… But my body demands me to do it right now. I can’t help but submit.
Liam scoots back and loosens his tie, opening the top button on his shirt as his eyes wander all over my body. I feel him devouring every single inch of naked skin in me, and I know he’s aching for more.
“Your dress...” He starts to say, the sound of his voice making my skin prickle. “Take it off. Slowly.”
I take one deep breath, moving my hands to my shoulders and pushing the straps of my dress down my arms. I feel the fabric drooping over my breasts, and I pull on it until my dress is hanging around my waist. Hooking my fingers in it, I sway my hips from side to side, slowly pushing the fabric down my legs until it falls into a heap at my feet.
Closing the distance between us, he places his hands on my waist and then takes his fingers to my back. I feel his fingertips over the dimples in my lower back, and then he runs them all the way up to my shoulder blades; he moves his fingers across the edge of my bra, stopping only to undo the clasp there. He does it with one single movement, the cups drooping over my breasts.
I half-expect him to pull the straps down my shoulders, but instead he just moves back. “Take it off,” he commands me, my arms moving by themselves in response. I push the straps down my arms, and then I let the bra fall down to the floor of the limo, right on top of my dress. My nipples are hard, almost desperate to feel his fingers, mouth, and skin on them.
For a long second, he says nothing. I close my eyes as I feel him appreciating my body, the air around both of us becoming heavier and charged with electricity. I can almost feel the desperate need he has to see me taking my thong off - and still he waits, letting the fire of anticipation rage in both our bodies.
“You look so fucking perfect,” he says, moving fast toward me and pressing his body against mine. Before I even know what I’m doing, I climb on his lap and sit on his legs, my back turned to him. With my ass pressing down on his cock, I sigh deeply as I feel his thick shape straining against his pants, pulsing with desire and lust. He laces my waist, pressing his forearm over my stomach as he pulls me into him, bucking his hips at me at the same time.
I sway my hips from side to side, the bulging in his pants pushing against my ass cheeks as I move. Liam runs his free hand up and down my side, his long fingers only stopping when they meet the small string of fabric that delineates my thigh - he hooks them there, on my thong, and pulls viciously. Just one pull and he tears my thong apart, the fabric sliding off my body in such a hurried way that I can’t help but gasp.
His lips are on my neck as I grind my ass against his cock, everything in me burning with a frantic desire to get him out of his clothes. I reach behind my back, wanting to place my hand over his crotch, but once again he grabs my wrist, pinning my whole arm behind my back.
“You want it that much?” He asks me while I try and fight back against the hold he has on me. It’s impossible: he’s simply too strong.
“I do,” I respond, leaning forward and sighing heavily as my breathing grows heavier.
“Then get on your knees,” he whispers softly, opening his legs wide. Without saying a word, I slide down from his lap until I’m kneeling between his legs, the thick shape of his cock right in front of my face. “How bad do you want it?”
“I want it bad,” I say, my voice quivering as he starts to unbuckle his belt. I can’t even blink, my eyes glued to what’s happening in front of me. With slow teasing movements he takes the belt out from his pants and throws it on the floor; his fingers then go back to his crotch, unbuttoning it with deliberate and maddening patience. Each buttons he undoes, my heart kicks and punches harder against my ribcage… And with each button he pops out, his cock strains harder against his boxer briefs.
“Then have it,” Liam says, reaching for my hair and yanking my head back. He leans down toward me and presses his mouth against mine, our kiss one of wildness and frenzied lust. When he sits up again, my hands are moving toward his crotch; I hook my fingers on the side of his pants and slowly pull them down to his knees. My fingers go up his legs and over his underwear, but never touching his cock - I want to touch it more than anything, but I want to make him feel the poison of anticipation in his veins.
I let my fingers move up and down - up to his waist and then down to the hem of his boxers. I do it over and over again, never taking my eyes of his thick shape, seeing it pulse more harshly everytime my fingers go near to it. Then, unable to put it off any longer, I flatten the palm of my hand against his bulging erection - I bite my lower lip as I feel him under my hand, his cock so big my insides clench.
Leaning forward, I close my eyes and tilt my head sideways. I part my lips slightly and rest them against the shape of his cock, sucking on it over the fabric of his boxers. It pulses against me, eager to be set free and unleashed upon my body. Oh, I yield to its wishes pretty easily: hooking my fingers in his boxer briefs, I pull them down, his cock springing free in a heartbeat. As I lay eyes on it, I feel my heart tighten inside my chest. To feel it is one thing, but to see it… God, he’s huge - and absolutely perfect.