Page 94 of Freeing Emily

Liam towers over me. Chest heaving, eyes dark, his gaze travels down my body hungrily.

I squeeze my thighs, trying to relieve the building pressure but it’s no use. I need him inside me,now.

He grips into the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head. The cuts I’ve placed on his skin are on display and my heart drums against my chest at the sight.

He’s taken my pain and continues to do so without hesitation or complaint.

Liam is my rock. He keeps me grounded.

He looks down at his chest when he sees my stare. Returning his eyes to mine, he smiles softly.

“I love you,” I whisper, and he freezes.

“Say it again,” he says, his voice a mixture of different emotions.

“I love you, Liam.”

His hands wrap around my ankles, and I yelp when he pulls me to the end of the bed. He climbs over me and cages my head between his forearms. My legs wrap around his waist, and he presses himself against my pussy.

“I’ve loved you since I was nineteen, Emily. And I’ll love you until the heavens no longer exist.”

Tears well in my eyes and slide down my cheeks and into my hair. Liam’s eyes roam over my face before stopping on my lips. We meet each other halfway.

Our lips open for each other, our tongues caress one another in a slow dance.

Slowly, Liam presses the straps of my dress down my arms, exposing my breasts. He kisses the center of my chest then the mounds of each breast before finally taking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

I arch into him. My hand slides into his hair and I grip onto the short strands.

He groans, nipping and sucking on my breast. His hands slide up and down my thighs, pushing the hem of the dress upward. He rolls his hips, grinding into me, and I whimper.

“Please,” I say breathlessly.

He brings his lips to the crook of my neck and nips lightly. The different sensations he’s sending through my body are overwhelming and my pussy is a sopping mess.

Liam slides his hand up my dress and wraps his fingers around my panties. They slide down my legs slowly and I whimper impatiently.

Tossing them aside, Liam pushes my knees open, fully exposing me to him. He wastes no time in bringing his fingers to my core. I gasp and lift my hips.

He sucks on my neck as he uses two fingers to spread my lips and push another into my pussy.

“Feck, Emily.” He groans against my skin.

Her wet cunt squeezes my finger and I feel like I’m going to explode in my fecking pants. I keep my strokes slow as I move my finger in and out of her. She rolls her hips with me, chasing me.

When I pull out, she whimpers in protest.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” I say, standing from the bed. I kick off my boots and slide my pants and boxer briefs down my legs.

My cock is hard as stone and demands the warmth and wetness of Emily’s delicious pussy.

“Take off the dress,” I grunt, pumping my cock.

She bites down on her bottom lip as she reaches up and pulls the dress over her body.

Over the last few months, Emily has gained weight and her amazing curves have returned. Her breasts are fuller, and her hips are wider.

“Feck, Emily. You’re excruciatingly beautiful.”