Page 88 of The Science of Attraction

I groaned again, wanting more, but not like this. “Take it out. I want you.”

“Absolutely.” He smacked a kiss on my shoulder, and when the dildo slid free, I had a sudden appreciation for why Liam hated that part.

Seconds later, he was rolling on a condom. Then he spread a continent’s worth of lube on his very real, very hard, very large dick and I eyed it, somewhat dismayed.

“Have you been fertilising that thing? I swear it wasn’t that big last time we fucked.”

He laughed and pulled me on top to straddle his hips, the shaft of his monster cock slapping between my thighs. Well, maybe not exactly a monster. Not even close. But I’d have sworn it was growing by the second.

He must’ve seen something on my face, because he paused and stroked my thigh. “Hey, it’s not too late to change your mind. I don’t need this, Jules. I loveeverythingwe do.” His words were gentle, serious, lacking even a whisper of judgement, and I knew he meant every word.

It was all I needed. “And let you have all the fun?” I added another layer of lube to both of us for good measure, and then a bit more just because I could. Then I held Liam’s cock steady in one hand, wriggled around until I had it positioned against my hole, took a huge gulp of air, and then blew it out slowly as I began to sink down.

And sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph—the groan that came out of my mouth was almost a living thing as it filled the room, the burning sting making my eyes leak and my muscles clench.

I paused for another breath and blew it out slowly, forcing my body to relax.

“You okay?” Liam ran his hands up my thighs.

“Fine,” I squeaked, and he bit back a smile. “Kind of,” I qualified as he kept rubbing my legs. “Just give me a sec.”

“You’re doing so good,” he crooned, still stroking my thigh. “Just take your time.”

I almost laughed because, hell fucking yeah, I was going to take my time—lifting up a little and then sinking down, each time lower until I bottomed out, painfully, blissfully, impossibly full, and yet not full enough, the head of Liam’s cock surely nestled somewhere in the vicinity of my armpit, or at least that’s how it felt, the soft hair of his pubes brushing my balls.

And then slowly, slowly, the white-hot burn began to ease.

“Ready when you are.” Liam’s groan bordered on painful, and I knew he was struggling not to thrust. “You feel too good.”

He squirmed again and I wrapped a hand around his throat, warning, “Not yet.”

He stilled, laughter in his eyes. “Got it. You’re in charge.”

I bemoaned the sight of my flagging dick and gave it a sad flick. “None of my Google searches mentioned the berthing-the-Titanic-in-your-arse part.”

Liam snorted, causing his cock to jerk, and it was all I needed. A sudden hunger for more along with a desperate urge to move exploded inside me. “Okay.” I pulled slowly up his shaft, and he groaned, gripping the sheets.

“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.”

“Not interested in your problems,” I muttered, stopping the slide before I popped off and then sinking back down. “Oh... shit, damn... that feels better.” I reached the bottom and started again.

“Ya think?” Liam swore and his cock shifted just enough to brush my prostate on the slide back down and?—

“Do that again.” I held my position with him halfway inside me and he gave another gentle thrust upward. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit.” My dick rallied in appreciation, a fact not missed by Liam who took it as approval to continue.

“Yessss.” I held my position and let Liam do all the work.

Every pass was easier, every contact lit up my nerves, the intense feelings and pleasure so different from topping—deeper, a wide pooling heat that consumed my belly and rippled down my thighs. It felt... more... just more, totally consuming.

I lowered myself over Liam’s chest and began parrying to his thrusts. He continued to keep his movements small, letting me control the depth by my response, but I could tell it was killing him.

“Switch positions,” I instructed, sliding off and flipping onto my back.

Liam shot me a questioning look. I challenged him with an arched brow in response and he was on his knees between my legs in a second, pressing his cock back inside—no burn, just an easy, perfect slide that had me humming with pleasure.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and nervously whispered, “As good as this is, I’m not sure I can come this way.”

He pulled back and grinned. “Excellent news. I get to have you again. Start jerking yourself. This won’t take long, and I’ll finish you after.”

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