“Yes!”
I gasp and jolt as his fingers slide over my wet wings, then slip inside me. I’m breathless.
It’s finally going to happen, and I’m going to be broken by one of the biggest gangsters in Las Vegas. I’m dizzy at the thought. His mouth drops onto my clit and his teeth nip as he sucks me, rolls his tongue over me. Along me. Through me.
“Yes Liam, yes! Your tongue feels so good inside me.”
His strong, agile tongue slips into me and his hands run all over my pussy, stretching my wings. Then down. Into the crack, then my hips jump as he presses into my tight little star. He blows air into me. I grab his head with both hands and claw at it. Eruptions of sensation rumble and release, flowing from my core to my tits and through my thighs.
With his other hand, he opens his pants and my breath snatches as he unsheathes his cock. It’s so huge, I’m afraid.
It’s longer and fatter than I can believe.
“It’s… impossible,” I gasp.
There’s fire in his eyes. “This might hurt,” he says, lifting my thighs as he stretches his muscular body over me.
“Oh, Liam. I hope so.” My voice sounds fearless. That’s not at all how I feel. Not knowing how the pain will feel, I’m borderline terrified. I half hope it will be really quick, the painful part, at least.
At the same time, I know I’m going to love the pain. Especially because it’s him.
But he’s making me wait. Fingering me. Touching me deep inside. Reaching for the high spot in the folds. Making me shudder and moan.
I rock my hips. My legs tremble and shake.
He kisses and sucks my breasts and he slides the underside of his cock against my mound. I moan as he scrapes the top of my hood, tugging on my clit, raising hot friction from the back of my channel to the front.
I claw his back and his ass, shaking my head and moaning his name.
The head of his huge cock drops to lock into my entrance. I moan.
“Liam. My man. My mobster. My killer.”
And I arc and cry out. He splits me.
He can’t be that big. He’s going to rip me in two. My arms and legs shake. I hammer the sides of my fists into his shoulders as he slices through me.
He stretches me. Wider than I can believe. I stretch out my arms and legs, and raise my ass. Anything to open wider. The raw burn buzzes through me.
“Oh, God!” I shout, “I love that!”
As he drills deeper, I fling my arms and legs around him, wrap myself tight, pull him in as far as I can.
“Liam,” I gasp, “you’re tearing me apart!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Good,” he spears higher, probing the end of his cock against my soft, virgin flesh. “I wasn’t going to.”
I grip him as tight as I can, but my knees and wrists and elbows are weak and watery. I’m a huge cave of need, blasted open by him, desperate for more of him.
All I can feel and think of is him. More of him. All of him. Harder, farther, deeper inside me.
When I tip my pelvis up to open wider, his thumb slips straight into my asshole. He massages, coaxing me wider.
As he hammers faster and deeper, I’m losing control, slapping my hips hard against his.
Bursts of sensation ripple and whip through my body.
I’m gripping with my walls, but I can’t hold him. As hard as I can tighten around him, he just drills me harder.
“Liam,” I shout. “Liam, fuck me. Fuck me and don’t stop. Fuck! Don’t ever stop!”
He holds my hips, tilting me so he can get higher and deeper at the front of me.
His slick crown and his hot shaft send me over the edge again. Inside, I’m collapsing and exploding at the same time. Over and over.
I fumble for his hands. I want my fingers locked in his. He has the same idea. He grabs both my hands and stretches my arms up, splaying me, pinning me as he pounds me and fills me.
His powerful beat is relentless. Merciless. Tireless. And hez breathes hard, calls my name as he speeds up. Reaming me harder.
Sweat soaks through his clothes. We tangle and race, buck and slam together.
Hotter. Higher. Harder. Until we kiss like hungry animals and stare, fixed in each other’s eyes.
Fixed on each others’ sex. Exploding in each other’s tumbling cascades of orgasm. I’m helpless, wide open, swirling from the crashing blast, feeling the currents rise and gather, waiting, open-mouthed for the next.
He swells, throbbing hot and hard, plunging deeper, filling me harder, sending me over again.
“Tegan,” he rasps, “you’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“You’re fucking mine”
“Yes. Liam! Yes!”
My killer stares hard in my eye. His eyes widen and his neck glows red.
And a long jet of thick, sticky, hot loving spunk hoses and coats me inside.