We cling together. Wet, hot, panting. My fingers shake as I touch his face. Trace his lips.
“Tegan,” he says, “You’re wonderful. And you deserve so much better.”
“Are you kidding? The only thing better that could possibly be than that, is if we do it again. Nothing else will ever do for me.”
“I’ve ruined you.”
“Pretty much.”
We kiss. He’s still inside me. I’m drowsy and euphoric and needy.
I murmur, “You should probably make sure, though. See that I’m totally wrecked. Beyond repair.”
“Hmm.” He strokes wet hair away from my face. “How about that shower?”
My eyes well up and as I look in his face I want to say something. But I daren’t. It would spoil it.
And this is perfect.
Chapter Thirteen
Liam
Finally, I get to see all of her. I hold her close and brush every part of her with my hands.
Water tumbles and sloshes over us and between us, helping me to feel all of her contours, close against my body.
Caressing and holding her, stroking her all over, I lather her, rubbing into all of her lovely, secret crevices. Her skin is silky under my touch.
“Liam, you take such care of me,” she whispers.
The heft of her soft breasts and the curves of her thighs and her ass get my cock hard and ramrod straight.
I tell her, “This is so wrong, Tegan.”
She leans hard against me. Rubs.
“It’s wrong in all the best ways.”
She feels my cock and she murmurs. “Oh, Liam. It’s so heavy.”
She’s right. It’s swollen even bigger than last time. And it aches for her.
From behind her, I stroke her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. My fat, throbbing cock prods and nudges at her ass. Her head tips back onto my chest and her eyes close. She shudders as she takes hold of my shaft, squeezing and pulling. Feeling the zinging throbs along my length.
I pull her ass cheeks apart. She moans as I massage her little hole with shower gel.
She pokes her ass back at me and wriggles her thighs.
“I have to have my cock up your ass. I have to fuck your ass, Tegan.”
She lets out a long sigh. “Do anything you want with me, Liam. Anything. Everything.”
“Yes, Tegan.” I let out a low chuckle, “As you command.”
“But, please,” she says, “do it hard.”
“Yes, Tegan,” I tell her.
“I love that.”
Her soft ass opens easily for me. It’s soon wide enough for three fingers and she shoves back against my hand. I can feel the hot juices flowing from her pussy as I widen her.
Her little hole is still tight as hell as I shove my cock up her. She screws her face tight as I plow in. Her ass jiggles against me and I hold her hips, sawing up, deeper.
“Does it hurt?”
She gasps. “Yes. I love it.” And she pushes back harder. “Fuck me, Liam. Fuck my ass.”
I reach forward to tease her under the hood of her clit. To slip my fingers into her open pussy. My hips slap against her cheeks. I drive my cock hard and fast. My balls bounce on the lips of her pussy.
She mewls and squeaks as I pummel deep into her. She reaches back to grip my ass as I cannon my cock into hers.
When I start to come, she squeezes me with her ass, pulling me. Milking me.
“Liam! Liam!” a sob drips through her cries. “Fuck me harder. Please.”
I ram my fingers high into her pussy and thick, salty cum seeps out round her ass. She reaches back to scoop it in her hand.
Her eyes sparkle and burn as she slurps my juice in her mouth, wiping her tongue around her lips. Her knees finally buckle and I catch her.
I carry her, wrapped in a thick bath towel, back to the bed.
In a dark corner booth of Dixie Dean’s bar, Tegan huddles close against my shoulder. The floor is sticky, the music is old, and the clientele look like the definition of undesirable.
She says, “Everything about this place tells me to be wary. I should feel unsafe. But all I can think of is that this was Daddy’s place. I can’t picture him here, but I feel close to him, knowing that it was his.”
“Sitting next to me, little butterfly, you know that you’re safe. Nothing can hurt you while I’m here.”
She whispers, “Nothing but you.” Her eyes sparkle into mine, “and I love the hurt you give me.”
I steal a sweet kiss from her full lips. “I can’t believe I found a girl with a mind as dirty as yours.”
“You guys!” Finn brings a tray from the bar.
He tells us to get a room, but he looks as pleased as Punch.
Tegan said she wanted to try a Guinness, so Finn brought a small one for her. He sets out a large Guinness and a shot of malt for himself and for me.