Page 51 of Dangerous Pursuit
His fingers crook inside me and he pushes against that one spot, over, and over, and over again.
"What do you need, Xander?"
"Fuck me already!" I don't mean to yell it out, but I do.
And that seems to be exactly what he's been waiting for.
His fingers are gone momentarily, leaving me empty and yearning once again.
I watch like a hawk as he rips the condom packet open and rolls the rubber on his thick length before coating it with lube.
Jesus, he's so fucking big. "Will it fit?" I ask, my eyes glued to his cock.
"I guess you're about to find out."
"Fuck."
He moves back behind me, and I can no longer see his cock in the mirror.
I turn my head around and stretch my back for a partial view, but when he grabs his dick, gives himself a few strokes, aligns himself with my hole and pushes, I squeeze my eyes shut.
Nothing happens for a while, and I nod. I nod wildly, in case that's what he needs. In case he wants permission, or encouragement, or simply a proof of my desire.
I scream when he enters me. Out of pain, out of fear, out of pleasure.
He doesn't force it, going slow, taking breaks between every inch of him that makes its way inside me, and when he's fully in, he stops, wrapping his arm around my chest, giving me time to adjust.
"Stand up straight."
Liam's words ring in my ears, the meaning not getting through.
"What?"
"Stand up straight," he repeats and presses his forearm against my chest, pulling me up and close to his body. I catch his eyes in the mirror. "I want to watch you fall apart. I wantyouto watch you."
My mouth falls open, and blood rushes to my cheeks, but Liam chooses this exact moment to pull his cock halfway out and shove it back in. I let out a wild moan instead, my train of thought lost forever.
And that's when he stops playing around.
He pulls out again and pushes back in, once, twice, slowly at first. I gasp, whine and squirm around in his arms, but when he picks up a steady rhythm and really starts fucking me, hitting my prostate in the process I reach and grab the back of his neck for support, pressing my back to his chest, making every inch of our bodies connect.
"Open your eyes," he whispers in my ear, and I obey.
My gaze lands on our reflection and my cock spasms at the visual.
I'm standing here, exposed, with my cock bouncing up and down in the air. Liam's massive arms are wrapped tightly around me, his biceps bulging as he pumps his hips relentlessly, stuffing me full of his cock, his gaze roaming all over my body.
It's his stare that does it for me. Those hungry eyes seeking for stimuli, appreciating, admiring. Admiring me.
My balls grow even heavier and my cock drips pre-cum, and it's just too much. I grab my painful erection, moaning at the relief my grip gives me and start feverishly pumping myself in rhythm with his thrusts.
Liam groans, our pants mingling together, and reaches down to wrap his hand around mine, increasing the pressure on my cock, pushing me over the edge.
"Liam," I scream as the first wave of pleasure runs through my core and come shoots out of me and all over the vanity.
My knees are weak and I'm relying solely on Liam's embrace to support me as I come, and come, and come, consumed by the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.
After I'm milked dry, our hands stop moving on my spent dick, but Liam's still fucking me, still brushing against my overstimulated prostate, making me squirm.
