Honored_ An Alpha Mob Romance(71)

The coup was a few hours away when Liam slipped my yoga pants down my ass and pressed me back against the bed, toppling over on top of me. His fingers worked ruthlessly at my clit, rubbing soft and hard and in circles, driving me wild. He could have done that all day long and I would have never gotten tired of it. His lips pressed against mine roughly, kissing my mouth and tongue hungrily. I grasped at his shoulders and his hair, needing whatever he could give me, knowing that he would have to leave soon.

Because part of the deal with Boss O’Brian was that Liam be on the front lines. He said that if Liam was willing to send men to violence, he should be willing to lead them. I fought with him on that, but in the end, Liam agreed.

I gasped as he pulled his hand away and began to kiss down my neck, grabbing my full breasts.

“Why can’t I get enough of this?” he grunted.

I laughed. “Because I make you come so fucking hard?”

He smirked up at me. “We’ll see who comes first.”

Before I could shoot back some witty retort, he pushed my body upwards, hooking his arms under my legs, and pressed his face and tongue against my clit. He nibbled and licked at my spot, eating circles around my clit, sending wild waves of pleasure through my hips.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned.

“What was that? You need more?” he said, grinning.

“Shut up and get back to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His tongue felt incredible as it moved down my length and pushed inside me. I couldn’t help but squirm at the warm but firm pressure, and my back arched as I grasped on to the bed sheets. There had to be something inhuman about him. It was impossible that he happened to know exactly how I liked to be touched, when I needed more pressure or less, and when I was on the verge of having another brain-shattering orgasm.

But he did. He knew every inch of my body, and he had learned it through constant and dutiful study.

I grabbed his hair and pulled it gently, tugging him up toward me. He smirked and moved up my body as I squirmed down to meet his lips. I kissed him hard, shoving his face against mine, and savored his taste mixing with my own, and the stubble that was scratchy against my own smooth skin.

He pulled back. “I’m going to be fine, Ellie.”

I looked away. “I know.”

I didn’t really believe him, but he had said it so many times that I was almost ready to let myself believe the lie.

“It’s going to be quick. Believe me, we know what we’re doing.”

He began to kiss my chest again, biting my nipples and massaging my breasts. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, my mind beginning to blur back into what my body really wanted.

I felt him grab my hips, the tip of his cock pressed against my soaked lips. He looked me in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I promised.”

“I know you’re not.”

“I fucking mean it, Ellie. Even after all this.”

I blinked. What was he talking about?

“You mean . . . ?” I said.

“I’m done with it, all of it. I’m with you.”

I could feel his rock-hard rod pushing up against me, and I was aching for him to push deep into me. I had never felt so insane for someone before, and I could barely focus on what he was trying to say to me.

“I’m yours, Liam,” I said softly.

He touched my face. “Yeah, I know you are.”

And then he pushed himself deep into me. It never got old, that first painfully incredible moment when his big dick pressed deep inside me. I dipped my head back and gasped as his hips worked, pushing himself deep into me. I could feel myself wrap around him, wrap every inch of myself around him, and he grunted as he began to slide in and out, moving gently inside me.

Usually I wanted him to work me hard, thrust deep and rough and make me scream, but for some reason I needed his body to stay close. I hooked my hands around his neck and pressed my face against his as he thrust into me, firm but slow, following my cues.

My hips rolled against his as I felt the sweat begin to stand up on our skin.

“Fuck, I want this,” I groaned in his ear.

“What do you want?”

“This, for as long as I can have it.”

He grunted and grabbed my hip hard with his right hand, angling my hips up and pushing himself even deeper. I moaned loudly, losing myself completely, feeling him fill me completely.

“You can have it, you can have whatever you want,” he grunted.

He thrust into me, and I worked back against him for what felt like hours. We moved together like that, our bodies completely in rhythm. I didn’t have any more thoughts or worries or desires as our sweating skin rubbed and he thrust in and out of my soaking spot. I pushed my tits against his chest and ground my hips, working with him, desperate for the ever-growing glow that was taking over my spine.