Page 20 of Boss Abroad
“Are you ready to come for me again, gorgeous?”
“Yes,” I almost shout. He slows every move from his skilled tongue and fingers, driving me crazy and possibly murderous. “Liam,” I beg, knowing he likes me to. “Liam, please.”
He stops touching me completely, turns me around to face the other way, and before I have enough time to wonder what the hell I did wrong, he’s standing right behind me. His lips dust my ear and he speaks, making every hair on my body stand to attention.
“Go to bed and get down on all fours.” He slaps my ass hard and loud to punctuate his instruction. “Now.”
I do what he asks without an ounce of reluctance and with my ass up high. My knees are at the edge of the bed and I’m shaking with anticipation, so I hold on to a pillow to get more comfortable. To get ready for the large-scale and semi-violent event that is being fucked by Liam.
“That window has absolutely nothing on this view.”
That’s all the incentive I need to bow my back and lift my ass as high as I possibly can. He slaps me again, making me jump and scream with a moan.
This time, when his mouth meets my pussy, he drags his tongue from my slit to my other hole. My body tenses up at the unexpected—but not really unwelcome—stroke of his tongue. And that earns me another freaking slap on the ass.
“Relax for me, beautiful. I’m not going to fuck you in the ass right now, if that’s why you went all stiff on me. I’m having too much fun with this pussy to stop fucking it just yet.”
And then he slaps my pussy. Again. And I scream in pleasure, yet again.
I’m convinced he thinks my body is a freaking tambourine and damn it if I’m not loving it.
I hear him tear a condom open and look behind my back to watch him put it on. He notices me moving and stares into my eyes. I flash him my eyebrows twice with a sassy grin and wiggle my ass in the air. He laughs, shaking his head as he checks on the condom.
“How the hell am I supposed to get enough of you?” he all but whispers to himself, but I hear it and my heart squeezes a bit in my chest.
He’s a Tinder fling, a one-night stand. He’s not meant to affect me like this. Thankfully, he takes my mind off it when he slides inside me without warning, in one smooth movement.
“Liam.” I moan, trying and failing to catch my breath. “You’re so… deep. I feel so… so full.”
“Take me in, April. I’ll go slow. I’m in no rush.”
He holds me by the hips and pushes forward, hitting just the right spot, pleasure instantly replacing the discomfort. Then he pulls me back to him, entering me an inch more. Damn, he’s still not all the way in?
“Fuck, gorgeous, you’re strangling my cock.”
Liam’s strained voice is driving me crazy and I turn reckless, moving back, taking all I can of him.
“Just like that, baby girl. Fuuuuck.” His breath is louder, erratic, and it just fuels my recklessness. “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”
I feel him everywhere. His voice caresses my skin and speaks straight to my pussy. His hands move up my shoulders, and his thumbs glide up and down my neck. The goosebumps start there and echo all over my body. And his cock, oh my God, his cock. We’d be closer to world peace if dildos were molded to Liam’s dick shape. Every time he enters me, I swear he touches somewhere no man has ever put to use before. Liam sparks me into life.
His sweaty hands and tentative thrusts tell me he’s being careful. Quite the opposite of me. His moves are tantalizingly slow. I love that this beast of a man is taking that much care not to hurt me. The pace is maddening and enough for me to see stars. I can actually feel my pussy clamping down on him.
If he’s that worried about my safety, I might as well not be. So I fuck him with utter abandonment. I lose it, screaming his name on repeat. I’m a loud, porn-sounding broken record.
“Jesus, fuck, woman. Slow down.” I can’t. Nor want to. So instead, I flip my hair to look behind me and thrust back into him with all that I’ve got. Considering our sizes, I’m not even sure it’s safe to do. But right now, I don’t care.
He grabs my hips again to stop me from going too far and tries to dictate the rhythm, but I’m not having that. And since Liam’s not letting me have it my way, I crawl forward and out of his reach.
“April, I said slow, not off.”
My voice doesn’t match the humor in his when I reply, patting the spot beside me. “Lay down, Liam. It’s my turn to run the show.”
“Oh, is it?” he rebukes with his hands on his waist, but his lopsided smile tells another story.
Lust rendered my prefrontal cortex useless. I couldn’t care less if I can’t walk straight after this. I want more. More of him inside of me, more of his skin surrounding me, more of his voice encouraging me. I’ll take it all, just for tonight.
Kneeling on the bed, I spread my thighs wider and touch my clit with my fingertips. I watch him as I rub myself harder and see the exact moment his reluctance dies at the high pitch of my moan. RIP Liam’s pride. I don’t manage another two full circles around my favorite spot before he slaps my hand away with a jealous grunt and lies down, pulling me on top of him.