Page 60 of Sinfully Yours

Liam's fingers are still inside me, deep, curling, relentless.

His name is a broken moan on my lips, my thighs trembling as he keeps me pinned to the dresser, his other hand gripping my hip, holding me right where he wants me.

Where I want to be.

He watches me like he's memorizing every reaction, every gasp, every shudder.

I should feel exposed, laid bare, but all I feel is wanted. Claimed. Consumed.

"More," I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

He groans, dragging his fingers out of me slowly, so slow it's torture, then pushing them back in deep, stretching me, teasing me.

"You're so fucking wet, Ava," he rasps, his breath hot against my throat. "You feel this? How ready you are for me?"

I can't even answer.

I can only whimper, roll my hips into his hand, chase the pleasure he's feeding me.

He pulls his fingers out completely, and I almost sob at the loss.

But then his hands are on my hips, flipping me over, pressing my chest against the dresser's cool surface.

I gasp, my pulse pounding, my entire body thrumming with need.

His hands skim up my sides, teasing, exploring, before sliding back down to grip my ass.

"Look at you, baby." His voice is dark, full of heat. "Bent over, desperate, waiting for me to take you."

I whimper, pressing back against him, feeling the hard length of his cock through his slacks.

He groans, grinding against me, letting me feel just how wrecked he is.

"You want me, Ava?"

I nod frantically, pushing back against him, aching, needing.

"Say it." His fingers skim between my thighs again, teasing me, brushing over my swollen clit.

"I want you, Liam." My voice is breathless. "Please."

I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, the rustle of fabric, the sharp exhale as he frees himself.

Then his cock slides between my slick folds, teasing, torturous.

I moan, arching against him, trying to push back, trying to take him inside me.

He chuckles, gripping my hips harder, holding me still.

"So impatient, baby."

"Liam, please," I gasp.

That does it.

With one slow, devastating thrust, he pushes inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.

I cry out, my fingers scrambling for something to hold onto as he buries himself to the hilt.

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