“Liam!” I cry out as I feel the sudden pressure, accompanied by the fingertips of his other hand starting up the slow, circular tracing around my clit again. I squeal with mingled surprise, and no small amount of pleasure as the finger between my ass cheeks pushes deeper, inside by a knuckle, and then deeper still.
“You’re going to come for me like this, Ana, with my finger in your ass, and you’re going to love it.” His voice, dark and full of lust, wraps around me, holding me there, bound in place as I squirm on his finger, the pleasure building again. “Come for me, little lass—”
“I can’t, I can’t—” I beg, tears filling my eyes, my exhausted body begging for him to stop. Still, the pleasure is coming anyway, unfurling through me, the shame of it turning me on more than ever. I’m exposed, drenched, and now the feeling of his finger thrusting inside of my ass as he rubs my clit fiercely is tipping me over the edge again, into yet another climax—
It doesn’t stop.Hedoesn’t stop. He keeps going until one finger in my ass becomes two, thrusting, his voice murmuring in my ear that I’m such a dirty girl, so horny, so needy, to come like this from him fingering my ass. And then, the hand on my pussy shifts, so that there are two fingers inside of me there again, and always one on my clit, rubbing, pressing down, pushing me higher and higher, until I’m stuffed full of him, and I’m still coming with tears pouring down my cheeks.
“Please, Liam, please, I can’t, I can’t—” I’m sobbing, tears dripping off my chin. However, I’m still shuddering, squirming, and still arching against him as he fucks me with his fingers in both of my holes. The intense pleasure pushes me into another of those endless, cresting climaxes. I lose all sense of where I am and what’s happening. There’s only pleasure, with his hands on me, his voice in my ear, and me begging him to stop and keep going all at once as I sob my way through the endless pleasure.
“That’s a good lass,” he croons, and suddenly his hands are on my waist, lifting me. He picks me up, setting me on the bed as I look dazedly at him, and I roll towards him, reaching for him.
“No.” He steps back, out of reach, and I’m too exhausted to try to go towards him as he steps a little further away from the bed. “You’ll have to be a good girl for longer than that if you want to earn this again.”
As he speaks, his hand goes down to his belt, undoing it as I watch. Even as exhausted as I am, I crave touching him, the feeling of his hot, straining flesh against my palm, in my mouth, inside of me.
“Liam—”
“No, lass.” He slowly tugs his zipper down, his heated green eyes raking over my naked, limp body as his hand slips inside the fitted black pants, and I know in another second he’s going to expose all of that rigid, throbbing length to my gaze.
I want to see him. I want to touch him, to—
Fuck.He looks so good, hard and ready for me, his cockhead glistening with his arousal, the pre-cum already beading down the shaft as Liam wraps his fist around it. “I could tie you up,” he says hoarsely, squeezing the base of his cock so that it stands up firm and pulsing, the head swollen and reddened with the ferocity of his desire. “I could tie your hands above your head and your ankles apart, so that you could feel just how open you are for me, how easily I could thrust every inch of this cock into you, even though I won’t. And youknowI won’t, not yet, no matter how much you beg for it.”
He starts to stroke as he speaks, his hand sliding up and down the shaft in long, slow movements that draw my eyes downwards. I watch him hungrily, and I can’t stop myself from starting to squirm towards him, my eyes pleading, until he pins me with that stern, emerald gaze.
“Be still, lass,” Liam says, his voice sharp and commanding. “Do you know why you’re not tied up?”
“No,” I whisper, feeling a throb between my thighs at the thought of it, even though I don’t know how I could possibly come again. I don’t know how many he’s wrung out of me, but I feel completely exhausted, beyond the ability to reach another climax.
Not that I’d say that out loud because I’m not at all sure that he wouldn’t try.
“Because I want to see you obey me. I want you to lie there, unrestrained, watching me touch myself, knowing how badly you want my cock. I want to see you craving it, needing it, but obeying me because you’re trying to be my good girl.” His hand speeds up a little, stroking, squeezing, his thumb brushing over the glistening tip and sending a shudder through him. “You want to be my good lass, don’t you, Ana?”
“Yes,” I breathe, licking my lips as I watch him, watch the pre-cum dripping from his head, the way he collects it in his fingers, smearing it down his shaft. I know just how good he tastes, the sharp saltiness of him on my tongue, and I know how good he feels inside of me. At that moment, I feel as if I’d do anything to have him like that again, to have him in my mouth, in my pussy, making me his in every possible way.
“Tell me you miss my cock.” His voice is rasping now, thick with building lust as he strokes faster. His other hand pushes his fitted pants and briefs lower, cupping his balls, tugging them out so that he can hold them in his palm, stroking the tight flesh as he jerks his cock in front of my eyes. “Tell me what you want, Ana.”
“I want to taste you,” I whisper breathlessly, and despite myself, I feel my hand drifting to my inner thigh. “I want your cum on my tongue. I want to feel you in between my legs. I want you inside of me. I want you to fill me up—” The words roll off my tongue, dirtier than anything I’d imagined I could say. Still, I feel completely lost in a sea of arousal, the world narrowed down to the two of us and the almost suffocating heat surrounding us both.
Liam waits until my fingers are nearly at my clit before shaking his head.
“No, Ana,” he growls. “You said you’d had enough, right? Do you want me to come down there and see how many orgasms I can wring out of you with my tongue? Do you want me to stuff you full of my fingers again while I suck on that hard, throbbing little clit of yours—”
He groans, and I shake my head, even as it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him yes. I can’t take anymore. I know I can’t, but the thought of his mouth on my pussy is almost enough to make me beg for it anyway.
“Fuck, Ana!” Liam’s hand slides up over the head of his cock, squeezing, and he moves towards the end of the bed. My heart leaps in my chest, thinking that I’ve made him lose control, that he’s going to fuck me now. That he can’t wait any longer, either.
“Spread your thighs open, yes, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs as he climbs onto the bed, his hand still sliding up and down his swollen shaft as I obediently spread my legs wider, and he kneels between them. “You want me inside of you, don’t you? You want me to fuck you with this cock, fill you up with my cum—”
“Yes,” I breathe, feeling my skin flush pink, every inch of my body heating under his gaze. He’s so close, and I can feel my pussy clenching rhythmically, wanting him so badly that I can hardly think. “Liam, please—”
“No,” he whispers, and I let out a small, breathless sob.
“Liam!”
“This pussy is mine,” he growls, moving closer, so close that I can feel the heat radiating off of him against my sensitive flesh. “You’re mine, Ana. I want you more than anything else in the fucking world, and when I fuck you again, when I fill you up with this cock, it’ll be because you know that. Because you want me, and only me.”
He growls those last words as his fist flies over his cock, his hips pushing forward, and I gasp as I feel his cockhead brush up against my swollen, sensitive pussy. He parts my folds with it, and for a second, I think he’s going to push himself inside of me, despite everything he’s saying. But he doesn’t. Instead, he slides upwards, grunting as I start to shudder too, the intense eroticism of the moment overtaking me, pushing me towards the edge.