“Take that off,” he says sternly. “And answer my question.” He’s demanding, but I can see the hint of a smirk on those lips and there's a shine in his eyes.
“Or what?”
His lips curve into a full grown smirk and he whips the sheet off his legs. He stands from the bed and stalks toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “You don’t listen very well.” He whispers.
I can feel the beginning of his erection pressing against me and it’s promising me a fate I won’t deny. “I’ve heard that before.” I can’t help the childish smile that finds its way to my mouth.
He dips his head forward, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and giving me a light nip. The action sends an electric spark down my spine.
“I told you.” He leans his head back enough for those dark eyes of his to peer into mine. “To take off my shirt, baby, I don’t want you covered up.” His whisper is low and dark. The sound is delicious and I feel myself shiver underneath the weight of it.
“And I said, or what?”
There’s a spark in his eye that tells me he enjoys this foreplay. In a second he whips me around and presses me forward so I’m bent over the edge of the bed. He lifts the hem of the white t-shirt to expose my bare ass.
“Are you testing me, Princess?” he asks, rubbing the palm of his hand over my skin.
I flash him a devilish look over my shoulder. “Never, baby.”
A single brow raises, questioning me.
“I just can’t be tamed.” I add.
This makes him chuckle, and then without warning his hand smacks down on the bare flesh.
It’s not painful, but it does sting and the surprise of it makes me yelp.
“I think I can tame you, Baby girl.” He leans in close, whispering the words in my ear.
My skin is on fire underneath his touch, and I want more. It takes everything for me not to beg him right then and there, but I hold back. “Give it your best shot.”
His hand rises and smacks my ass again. Twice more he spanks me, my teeth pull my bottom lip between them in a futile attempt to silence myself.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Princess. I’m going to spread you out on this bed, and give you so much fucking pleasure you’ll be screaming for me to let you finish. You’ll do anything for me to get you off, and once you’re there, once your so fucking desperate, all you need to do is say the magic fucking words and I’ll give you what you want.”
“What are the magic words?”
He grips a hand over my sex and then leans back in close. “You just have to say, all nice and pretty for me, Liam, this pussy belongs to you.”
I laugh, a sharp light sound escaping my lips. “You just want me to tell you my pussy belongs to you?”
“Yep.” He smirks, rolling me on to my back and slipping a teasing finger between my folds.
“Last time I checked, this is my body.”
“Mm-hmm, yeah baby, but no one is ever going to make you feel as good as I’m going to.” With that statement he drags my wetness up to my swollen clit and draws lazy circles on the tight bud of nerves. “You’re already so fucking wet for me, Baby girl.”
He’s not wrong. His dirty mouth does it to me every time.
I’m a fucking addict for Liam O’Connor.
He brings his fingers back down to my opening and his mouth comes to take over on my clit. His beard scratches against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs adding a bite to the pleasure and I savor the feeling. He takes his time, teasing me. The sensation is building and it’s so fucking good.
The asshole may be cocky, but he’s not a liar. No one has ever made me feel as good as Liam.
I feel myself getting closer. My core is tight and my thighs are squeezing against his face. I feel my hands reach out and grab a fistful of his hair. I’m shaking I’m so fucking close.
Then he pulls back and removes his fingers. He looks at me with a sinful smirk while he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking my wetness from them. “Not yet, baby. You know what you need to say.” His smiling face makes me want to scream, and I feel so damn needy.