Page 98 of A Vine Mess
“Hold on,” she confirmed. “And watch.”
“Good girl.”
“Anything for you, daddy.”
There was no mercy in my thrusts as I slammed into her, retreating and advancing so quickly, the springs of the bed squeaked ominously beneath us. Over and over I powered into her, circling my fingers around her clit, roughly and rapidly. Ella’s moans built in volume until she was practically screaming.
Just as I’d intended.
“You take me so fucking good, Wildflower,” I grumbled, moving my free hand from her hip to her tit, squeezing it probably tighter than I should.
But I was unleashed, feral, that beast normally dormant in my chest set free, knowing it had finally met its match. Not even a freight train could’ve stopped me then.
Iwasthe train. Destination? Making my girl come.
“Liam,” she gasped.
I knew she was close, by how tightly her pussy gripped my cock, by how she bore down on my fingers with every upward thrust, by how tightly she held onto me, fingers pressing into my scalp, heeding my warning that I’d stop if she let go.
But there was no fucking way I was stopping now.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
Giving up the fight of watching us at last, her eyes fluttered closed, head lolling to the side as I worked her over.
“It’s okay,” I murmured. “You can let go. Scream as loud as you want, Wildflower. Soak my cock.Please. I need it.”
I’d resorted to begging by the end. I wasn’t coming until she did, and my self-control was fraying rapidly, the strings holding me together no more substantial than cobwebs.
Still she held out. The stubbornness of this one was going to kill us both.
“Ella,” I commanded. “Let go.”
And then I did something wild.
I bent my face, sealed my lips over that delicate, sensitive spot where her shoulder curved up to her neck, and bit down.
At last, she broke, screaming and clawing at me as I fucked and rubbed her through it, shaking violently in my arms as the orgasm crested and rolled through her, endless and powerful.
Moments later, the pulsing of her pussy milked my own, and I released with a shout, my entire body going rigid, my movements turning jerky as I spilled long and hot inside her.
When I’d completely emptied myself, still buried inside her, I collapsed backward, taking her with me.
The only sound in the room was our labored breaths—until Ella let out a rough laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, pulling out of her at last and rolling us so I hovered over her. I glanced down, deeply pleased to see my cum dripping from her pussy. While I waited for her to answer, I collected it on my finger and shoved it back in. She twitched against the intrusion, but heaved a deep, satisfied sigh.
“Your self-control is fucking superhuman,” she said finally,shaking her head in disbelief.
“That’s another rule,” I said simply, leaning up to kiss her softly. “I don’t come unless you do.”
“Trust me, Wills. I’m not complaining.”
I grinned, gesturing to my body. “What’s there to complain about?”
Ella responded by grabbing a pillow and smacking me with it.
I ripped from her hands, gathered her into an embrace, and reclined against them.
