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“You’re still going?” Liam groggily asks as I leave the bathroom and roam around my closet for something to wear.

“I am,” I confirm as I pick a green dress. The strapless beauty is another of Paris’ creations. “I think I need some normalcy, and what better way than to spend the day doing girly things?” As I meet Liam’s amber eyes we both laugh.

“Yeah, when you say Cia, girly outings is basically a synonym,” he teases, making me laugh again.

After pulling the dress on, I sit down on the bed so I can strap my feet into my black stilettos. Craning my neck, I look at Liam who’s now sitting behind me. “Maybe it should be,” I say. “I got married at nineteen. I should act like a normal twenty-year-old, having a normal day before officially becoming someone’s ball and chain.” My brows automatically furrow in distaste of the expression.

“For what it’s worth, agápi, I think you’re doing the right thing. And as I’ve already said, I don’t think—” Not wanting to hear Liam say what he’s about to, I spin around and slant my lips to his.

As soon as our lips touch, he opens up for me and my tongue delves inside. His hands move to my hips and he pulls me on top of him as he lies back down, so I’m straddling his hips. I moan as I feel his hardness against my core, and I can’t stop myself from rubbing against him.

“You’re going to make me late,” I purr, rocking my hips so my cunt moves up his length. Liam is completely naked, and I feel some of his pre-cum on my inner thigh.

“And you hate being late,” Liam says in a husky tone. Then he thrusts up so the tip of his cock hits my clit, making me moan out loud. “For you, tardiness is one of the seven deadly sins.”

“It is,” I moan. “It’s slothful to not be punctual. And I… oh, fuck it. I can be late.”

That’s all the encouragement Liam needs, and he flips us over so I’m on my back. Then he forcefully rips my thong in two, exposing my glistening pussy. “I need to taste you,” he rasps while kissing his way up my inner thigh.

Lifting my hips, I gather my dress up around my waist before giving myself completely over to the feeling of his hot breath against my swollen lips. I look down and I pant as I see pure and unadulterated lust shining in his amber eyes. Bending his head, he softly kisses and licks my bundle of nerves. His tongue flicks my nub, and I bury my hands in his black hair, pulling his face closer to my needy cunt.

“Liam!” I cry out his name as he languorously licks me from top to bottom. “Don’t… don’t… fuck, don’t stop,” I demand, panting as I spread my legs even wider.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he rumbles before blowing cold air against my heated folds, causing me to moan uncontrollably when he plunges two fingers into my heat. “So fucking wet, agápi,” he growls.

As I writhe under his touch, my hand lands on the hard plastic we used last night. The memory of the toy—a parting gift from my husband, before he and Gus left—being buried in my cunt while Liam fucked my ass has my arousal soaring, and I pull it from the sheets.

“Here.” My voice is breathy as I hand Liam the toy.

He smiles wickedly and asks, “And what do you want me to do with this, mistress? Do you want me to fuck your perfect ass while I eat your cunt?” I nod eagerly, too far gone to form words.

Liam slides the black dildo between my pussy lips, using my juices as lubricant. When I feel the toy pressing against my ass, I wind my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer. The scruff on his face creates a delicious sting on my inner thighs, just as the toy he’s working into my tight hole does, and I can’t get enough, especially not while he fingers me at the same time. The wet, slurpy sounds from my sex turns me on even more.

“Your ass is squeezing the toy just like you did my cock last night,” Liam groans. “I wish you could see your hole. It’s begging to be filled.” He adds the last part after taking it out completely, sliding it back inside me before I can miss the feeling of it filling me.

While Liam laps at my clit and finger fucks my pussy in perfect tandem with my ass, I get the overwhelming urge to pee. Despite knowing I should stop him, I decide I don’t give a fuck. I feel too good to want to stop him.

“Liam.” I scream his name as his fingers curl and he hits that spot hidden deep inside me.

Never one to deny me, my consort continues the erotic assault on my body until I’m sobbing incoherently. Just as I think I can’t feel any better, fire spreads through my body and even more wetness is gushing from my pussy. Although I try to stop it, I’m powerless to hold it back as a powerful orgasm makes me see spots dance in front of my eyes.

“That’s it, give me all of it,” Liam groans, withdrawing his fingers and instead licking enthusiastically at my opening.

As soon as I come down from my high, I feel bitter embarrassment tinge the moment. “Did I… did I pee on you?” I ask, incredulously. Scared to hear the answer, I throw my arms across my face.

“Look at me,” he demands in a gravelly tone. He doesn’t move until I peek down at him and find that the lower half of his face is glistening wet. “You didn’t pee on me, agápi. You squirted.” Then he runs a finger across his face before licking it clean with a wink.

“Oh,” I stupidly say.

Despite the many, many orgasms he and Gus have wrought from me, I’ve never done that before. I’m not normally shy when it comes to sex, not at all—and I can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t do with any of my guys. Hell, if Liam wanted a golden shower I’d consider it, but thinking I’d involuntarily peed on his face is a completely different thing.

Lying back down, I pull Liam with me so he’s on top of me. Our lips are only a breath apart when I lean forward, but instead of kissing him, I run my tongue across his chin—greedily licking my wetness from his skin.

“Doesn’t taste as good as you do,” I say with a wink. Still on a high from my earth-shattering climax, I want to make Liam feel just as good. “Come shower with me,” I purr, pushing him off me.

Together we head to the bathroom, and while Liam gets the water running I quickly undress. Once I’m inside the shower cubicle, I maneuver Liam under the spray before I kneel in front of him. “My turn,” I grin up at him, following the vein protruding from his shaft, I lick my way up to the head.

Spearing his slit with my tongue, I lick the pre-cum and moan as the taste that’s so uniquely him explodes on my tongue. “Cia—” Groaning, Liam tangles his fingers into my now messy updo, forcing his way to the back of my throat. I moan, letting him know to keep going. This is for him, and I want him to feel as good as he always makes me feel.

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