Page 51 of Boss Abroad

Liam steals the air from my lungs with his next kiss and I decide I can live without it, as long as he doesn’t stop kissing me. His kisses consume me. They’re overwhelming, mind-blowing. His kisses are not first base, they’re the best foreplay ever. They’re enough to get me horny, wet and ready for him. They’re intimate and they scare the hell out of me, but I’d still beg for more if he stopped.

Liam carries me again like I weigh nothing and lays me on the bed. His hands roam all over my body, squeezing flesh where I wished I didn’t have so much, but he seems to revel in it. He fills his hands with my ass, grabs my hips, bites into the skin of my waist all the way to my breasts and neck and then he’s kissing me again.

“Roll over, baby girl.”

I do as I’m told, more obedient than I’ve ever been in my life—and that hasn't been often. I’m a bit more stubborn when it comes to listening to my own advice. The more I tell myself to relax, the more I tense up. But when Liam proceeds to touch, caress and massage every inch of my skin from my neck, shoulders and back, all the way down to my ass, it gets a bit easier.

He grabs my hips, raising my ass in the air before he slaps it loud then parts my cheeks to lick my hole. The noise and sting freeze me in place and by the time I snap out of the shock, I’m enjoying the rimming.

The vibrator is turned on and I buzz in excitement, right in tune with it.

Liam pushes it inside my pussy, and I welcome the new visitor. It’s heavily textured, and it goes in easily after Liam’s stretched me.

“You’re so fucking wet, beautiful.”

I don’t particularly care for what guys say during sex. Men have been fed too many lies from porn and I tend to zone out when they say things that do nothing for me and focus on what I want out of that. My orgasm. Plural, if I’m lucky. But I think I’ve developed a praise kink in the two days I’ve been thoroughly, deliciously, vehemently fucked by Liam. I love hearing him call me beautiful and gorgeous. Hearing him say how good I feel. It fires me up like pouring gasoline on an open flame.

I’m on sensory overload, with him guiding the toy inside me, then on my clit. I hear Liam opening the lube tube and feel its coldness as he drizzles it over my hole. He massages it with his thumb and I go stiff. It’s foreign and as much as I realize I like it, my first reaction still is to tense up.

“Relax for me, baby girl,” he says in that rough, almost baritone voice of his. It gives away how hungry he is and I almost burst with the unfamiliar need to please him. It makes me push back on his finger, taking it in a bit more. “That’s my good girl.” I clench and hear him smirk. Bastard. He’s too perceptive of the way my body reacts to him.

He pushes his thumb forth and back, pumping it into me, never all the way out. The movement is slow, pure torture, and my body keeps building up momentum. The need for more is driving me insane.

What is this man doing to me? My hips move at their own accord and I take him deeper, moaning, begging. Whatever he has to give, I want it.

As soon as I relax and am enjoying every bit of it, Liam leaves me empty.

I’m ready to scream bloody murder when I feel lube dripping onto my asshole. Oh damn, is this it?

He rips two condoms open, and I wonder why. But then I feel it, the tip of my vibrator, thicker and longer than his thumb, fighting his way in. At first, it feels foreign and too challenging, about to ruin all the fun. But before I can overthink or ask myself any more useless questions, Liam fills my pussy with his cock and I’m back in heaven. Fu-u-uck.

I moan long and loud, feeling fuller than ever. “Yeeeessss. Oh, yes.”

I’m loving how different this feels, matching his movements, a little afraid he’s going to tear me in two, but pushing my ass back on the vibrator and his cock nonetheless.

Who knew anal play could be this good?

Well. Liam, obviously.

“Fuck, you’re even tighter now.” His breath is short, his words roll off his tongue, tangling up one another. “Fuck, April. That’s it, push back, baby. Take it all in.”

I’m lost. Gone.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, like it isn’t evident.

“It feels amazing.” I pant between words as he slowly pushes every bit of the toy in and I’m startled by how amazing this can be. “I wanna come so bad.”

“Do you now, baby girl?” So cocky. So damn sexy, too.

“Yes. So fuck me in the ass, Liam, before you make my pussy come on your big, fat cock.” What? I can actually hear the jarring screech of a record ringing inside my ears.

My body has been possessed by the sluttiest spirit roaming Earth. That’s it. That’s the most logical explanation I can find.

“Didn’t I say you’d beg for it?” The son of a bitch smirks, pumping my vibrator in and out of my ass as he fucks me harder in my pussy. “Beg, baby girl. Beg for my cock in your ass. Let me hear you.”

I squeeze my lips shut and resist for about three seconds before he rubs my clit with two skilled fingers. “Oh, fuck! Fuck, Liam. Fuck me in the ass. Fucking now!”

Turns out Liam can be as obedient as me.