Page 106 of A Vine Mess
“Do it again and find out.”
A low groan rumbled through him, and he lowered his mouth to my back entrance, tentatively licking at the hole before sweeping forward over my entire pussy. I moaned.
“Fuck, that’s…different.”
“Good or bad?” he asked, thumbing at my clit.
“Good.”
“I wanna fuck you here, Wildflower,” he said, finger toying with me, lightly brushing against that spot.
“Have you ever?” I asked, lifting onto my elbows so I could look down at him. I fucking loved him all wrecked like this, hair a tousled mess from my fingers, irises stormy with desire, my arousal in his beard.
Liam shook his head. “Haveyou?”
“No,” I whispered, unsure why I was suddenly nervous. “Can we…work our way up to it?”
“Of course,” Liam said. “Guess I’ll just have to content myself with eating this pussy for now.”
He didn’t give me any warning save those words as he dove back in, staying away from my ass as he focused on the things he knew I did like. That torturous drag of his teeth over my clit, when he stiffened his tongue and shoved it into my entrance, fucking me with it while he worked my clit with his fingers.
And then, finally, when he filled me with three fingers, even though it wasn’t quite as good as his cock, it still drove me higher and higher, that pressure in me coiling tighter with every advance and retreat.
I was a fucking goner when he sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked it into his mouth, fingers moving as rapidly as his tongue until I shattered.
Each orgasm Liam brought me to was nothing short of mind-blowing, wiping my thoughts deliciously blank until there was nothing but him and the pleasure he gave me. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, high above my body. Nothing had ever felt as good.
When my shakes and shivers ceased, Liam stood, shucked his clothes, and hovered over me.
“One,” he said against my lips.
I huffed out a breathless laugh. “Oh, we’re counting now?”
“I told you downstairs. You’re coming three times tonight, or I’m going to die trying.”
“What a way to go,” I murmured as he kissed me, moaning as my taste combined with the bourbon he’d pounded all night exploded on my tongue. “Fuck, you taste good.”
“Not as good as you, Wildflower.”
Reaching down, I gripped his cock at the base and worked upward, swiping my thumb over the head, then lifting it to my mouth and sucking off the precum I’d collected.
“Debatable.”
“Wicked, filthy girl. You ready for this cock now?”
“I’malwaysready for your cock.”
Instead of crawling between my thighs, Liam moved around to the side of the bed and reclined on the pillows.
“Ride it then,” he said, his big hand flexing along his length.
“You got a thing for me on top?”
“Baby, have youseenyour tits?” he asked in response.
I merely giggled, collecting them in my hands and shaking them at him. He groaned, biting down on his lower lip, and I returned my attention to his cock.
God, he was huge. Everything about Liam was large, and his cock was no exception. Thick, long, with a broad, blunt head that managed to brand that perfect spot inside me every time he slammed home, a vein crawling up the underside.
