"Fuck, this is so much better than those shitty books you got me," I gasped.
"Quit complaining."
"Have better taste."
He rolled back onto his knees and tore the jean shorts off my legs and tossed them across the room. Then he slipped my panties off my body. My ass pressed against the cold hard wood floor and I shivered softly. He moved forward again, pressing his mouth against my spot, his hot tongue rolling through my soaked folds, and I moaned loudly.
"Ah, fuck Liam," I groaned, shocked that he had gone directly for me. He wasn't shy or playing games; I knew how badly he wanted me, too.
He looked up at me. "Admit that I have great taste."
"Never, asshole," I said.
He slipped a finger inside of me as he began to lick my swollen clit, his stubble playing along my sensitive skin. I groaned at the pleasure and pressure, amazed at his skill. I worked my hips against him, greedy for everything he'd give me.
He looked up again. "Say it."
"No," I said, pulling his hair.
He moved away from me, slipping his finger out, and I gasped. He rolled back onto his feet and pulled me up with him. He tore off my shirt and bra, working my full breasts as he pushed me back up against the wall. He kissed me neck, feeling along my smooth skin, as he gently worked my hard nipples with his fingers. I reached down and grasped his large heavy rod, rubbing him up and down his length, and I heard him grunt in my ear.
"You're going to regret not saying it," he said.
"I doubt that."
He moved back and began to unbuckle his belt. "You don't think I can punish you?"
I shook my head. "Good try, though."
He pulled his belt off and dropped it on the floor. He unbuckled his pants slowly. I watched him, breathing deep, as he slipped his jeans down off his body, leaving only his tight black boxer briefs. Finally, he slipped off his tight white T-shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs, his incredible body. I bit my lip, excitement building as he stepped forward.
"Haven't even started."
He grabbed my hips and spun me around. I put my hands up to steady myself against the wall as his left hand held my hips and his right found my aching spot. I felt his fingers tease my clit as his body pressed up against my back, his warm breath on my neck.
"Say it," he whispered.
"No," I moaned back.
He spanked my ass then, hard. I gasped, shocked.
"Say it."
"No way."
He spanked me again. And again. And when I was ready to cry out for more, to say anything he wanted, he went back to teasing my clit in practiced circles. Pleasure flew through me, turning the stinging pain of his slaps into earth-shattering joy.
"Fuck," I groaned.
"You should have just said it."
"Shut up, ass." I pushed off the wall hard. He stumbled back a step as I turned and came at him. I grabbed his cock, hard, and began to work its length. He grunted, and I could tell that he was surprised at how fiercely I moved and how hard I kissed him. I felt him stiffen even more in my hand as my tongue entered his mouth and I worked his length. Finally, I pulled away and dropped to my knees, slipping his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs.
I knew it was crazy, I knew I was in the most dangerous and stressful situation of my entire life, but I couldn't help myself. There was something about him, something that I needed. Something savage and dark overtook me as I gripped the base of his thick rod, feeling his stiffness in my palm. He looked down at me with one of the most intense gazes I'd ever seen, his entire expression locked on my mouth as I slowly slipped the tip of him against my tongue. I tasted his salty skin and moved him deeper into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking hard.
He groaned, and his hands began to caress my head as I grabbed the back of his thighs and slipped him in and out of my mouth. I worked him with my tongue and he grunted as I moved faster. I reached up and felt his ass right as he grabbed the back of my head, pressing himself deeper into my mouth. I grabbed and tensed but loved the feeling of his hands on the back of my head.
"Fucking hell, keep doing that," he grunted.
I let him work me like that, gently pushing my head down as I grabbed on to the backs of his legs. His cock pressed into my throat, fucking me, and the slapping wet noises echoed in the empty room. I loved how he grunted for me and how he took what he wanted, like there was no question that I'd let him shove his heavy dick down my throat.
And there really was no question: I wanted every inch of him, ever speck of his manhood, every ounce he'd give me.
He pulled back, letting me catch my breath, and leaned forward to smell my hair and kiss the top of my head. I stroked the back of his legs, a thin strand of saliva connecting my tongue to his cock, as he tipped my head back and kissed me hard.
"Been thinking about that since we met," he said as he pulled away.
"Of course you have."
He gripped my hair, pulling softly, and I let out a small gasp.
"You fucking sexy bitch," he grunted, kissing me again.
I could feel myself beginning to lose whatever was separating me from him, whatever was holding me back. I could feel it slipping away, dropping down between the cracks in the hard wood floor as his tongue roamed my mouth and his hand held the hair behind my head. Finally, he pulled back, eyes fierce.
"Get up," he commanded.
I obeyed and stood. He leaned forward and pulled a condom out of his back pocket. He kicked his pants and underwear away.
I smirked at him. "You always keep one of those handy?"
He grinned at me. I gaped at his hard body as he grabbed my hips and spun me around, pushing me back up against the wall. His rough fingers found my moist spot again, rubbing it as waves of pleasure rocked my spine.
"Only when I have a girl like you in the house," he said.
"Why would you . . . think I'd put out?" I breathed.
"I see how you look at me."
Annoyed, I tried to push away again, but he held me then. My anger was quickly forgotten when I heard him rip the condom and deftly slide it down his length. He grasped my hips and I steadied myself against the wall with my hands. I felt the tip of something hard press up against my dripping wet spot.
"Fuck," I whispered as he slid himself inside me.
It was something I had never felt before. He was big, but there was more. It was probably how badly I wanted him, how soaking wet I was, practically dripping. But he slid easily inside of me, despite his size, and filled every inch. I groaned and dipped my head forward as he pushed himself deep into me. I nearly came right then and there from the sheer anticipation and joy of him. My knees felt weak, but his strong hands and arms supported my hips, holding me up as he began to rock back and forth in long, slow strokes.
"You drive me fucking crazy," he said in my ear, his breath warm and tingling.
I reached back and ran my fingers through his hair, arching my back as he began to press harder into me, rocking again and again, his hands grasping my hips roughly. I had to lean forward again to support myself as he slammed himself into me, again and again. I didn't know what I said or what I did, but I knew pleasure was rolling in waves up my body, and I couldn't control the moans coming from my throat.
He was an animal, pure and simple. His strong abs slammed into me, his thick cock filling my body, but he didn't slow down. He reached forward with one hand and grabbed my tits, working them as he fucked me deep. I moved my hips back, practically standing on my tiptoes to take his dick better, gasping as the angle shifted and he moved deeper into me. I could feel my fingers digging into the wall as the feeling built up inside me.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he grunted, thrusting into me.
Instead of responding, I pulled my hips forward, feeling him slide out of my spot with a groan. I spun around, his arms up over my shoulders, and pressed my body against his. We locked eyes, and it was like he knew exactly what I wanted. He took a step back and I softly pushed him downward, his body lying out on the floor. I straddled his hips and slowly slipped myself down along his shaft, my back arched and hands pressed down on his chest, pushing my breasts together.
He grinned up at me. "I love that face."
I looked at him, slowly sliding up and down. "What face?"
"When you take my cock, that first instant. It drives me fucking insane."
In response, I bucked my hips up and down, slamming myself into him. His grin disappeared, replaced with a grunt as I moaned, riding him hard. I twisted and moved my hips, riding in circles, and he reached up to grab my tits, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples.
I was drenched with sweat and wild with desire and pleasure as I felt my orgasm slowly build in my core. He obviously could tell how close I was because I dipped forward, my hair hanging down around him as I slammed my hips harder, working them back and forth, riding hard, my lower back bending and sliding.
It came through me then, and my entire body began to shake. I moaned wildly, and he loved it, thrusting along with my rhythm. My back arched and tensed as I came, the perfect blissful blankness that follows overtaking my mind. There was nothing but him inside of me, his big dick, his powerful chest, his full lips, his smell and smile and everything about him pressed up inside of me as I came.
Slowly, it passed. He sat up, arms wrapped around me, and I felt small in his embrace, my legs wrapped around him. I kept moving my hips, softly, overwhelmed by how sensitive it was post-orgasm. He grinned at me and kissed my nose and my cheeks and my chin.