Page 49 of Boss Abroad

When we break for air, his face is somber, painted with bad intentions. “Go to bed and lay down on your back. Now.”

My pussy throbs at his order; at the promise it brings. I crawl my way to the head of the bed, making a show of swinging my ass up high for him and getting myself a case of hyperlordosis while at it.

I take another gulp or two of the tequila that doesn’t even burn anymore and put the bottle within arm's distance, on the bedside table, before I lay down.

“Yes, sir,” I tease. “And now?”

“Now you hold on, Doc. And keep that ‘yes sir’ on the tip of your tongue. Like the good little slut you are.”

I’d put on my clothes and leave if any other man had called me that while having sex, but Liam seems to be the exception to every rule and my core clenches at his words.

He joins me in bed, grabbing my knees, and spreading my legs wide open for him. He actually smiles at my pussy before dipping his head in and giving it one long, slow, agonizing lick.

“Fuck, this pussy tastes good.” Another lick. “So good.” Another lick. “Too fucking good.” And then he sucks hard on my clit, flicking his tongue on it, punishing it. He licks and sucks and I chant only his name, like he taught me to. He pushes three thick fingers inside me and then one in my ass, wet from my dripping pussy. I thrive on feeling so full, knowing his cock will stretch me much more.

“Liam, come fuck me,” I cry.

He lifts his head only to ask, “Already begging, baby girl?” but he never stops fucking me with those skilled fingers of his. Such a multitasker.

“Wrap it up and fuck me. I need that cock inside me.” Hands locked in his hair, I pull his head up, away from my pussy. “I want to sit and bounce and come all over it.” Fine. Some might say I’m begging.

“Do you want to come, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, not caring how desperate I sound.

“Then you better come on my face, because I’m not done eating this pussy.” Damn it, if that doesn’t almost make me come on the spot.

I ride his face and fingers hard, shamelessly, using his body to find my release, making him match my rhythm. Then his finger in my ass pushes in deeper, making me cry out from the intrusion.

My body pulls away from the assault, but he distracts me by sucking on my clit harder, driving me insane.

I’m close, I’m so freaking close. I feel my pussy throb and squeeze his fingers. He feels it too and pushes his finger further up my ass and I take it.

No, I do better than take it. I love it and I come apart, screaming his name one last time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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My beard is soaked with April’s juices, and I lick my lips clean, savoring it.

I keep lapping at her clit with gentle strokes until those cute as fuck aftershocks that make her whole body quiver are gone.

Then I put on a condom and settle beside her, propping myself up on one elbow and admiring the woman lying half-dead but smiling next to me. Fine, I’ll give her time to recover. 10, 9, 8…

Her eyelids flutter, and she pries just one eye open, as if it's all she can manage at the moment. “Liam, I don’t think this is normal.”

I think I know what she means, so I correct her.

“No, this is not common.” I get on top of her on all fours, bring my head down enough to lick her hard nipple and blow on it until her skin pebbles. “This isn’t usual.” I move to the other one and lick it soft and slow but instead of blowing on it too, like she is expecting, I bite down on it and she moans. “Nor is it easy to find, April. I haven’t experienced anything like this in forty-two years.”

I run my nose up the side of her face, smelling her scent and going down for a quick, but wet, open mouth kiss. I’d never waste a kiss with no tongue on that sinful mouth.

“Your little body somehow fits mine, April.” I kiss her longer now. “Fits my hands.” I lean on my elbow to palm one of those round, perky tits of hers. “My mouth.” I lick, suck and scrape my teeth on the other one. “My cock.” I sit back on my feet, spread her legs open and lean forward, rubbing my hard and wanting dick between her pussy lips.

Up and down, up and down.

“So do me a favor and quit with that bullshit about me not fucking you, because I won’t hear it. It would be unethical to fuck Max.” I pause and pay close attention to any telling reaction, but find none. “Not me.”