Red & Blue (A MFM Romance)(55)

"Take me," she purrs, as both of our bodies melt into one of desire.





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Vivian





I stand in front of him, my mind grinding to a halt. Whenever desire starts to flow through my veins, it’s hard to think straight. Domination, submission—two opposite concepts that turn into something almost impossible to grasp whenever my eyes find Liam’s.

Since I was a little kid I had this rebel streak inside of me. Everyone told me to behave like a little girl, to be nice and polite to everyone. To submit. Of course, what I always did was pretty much the opposite of that. To punching young kids in the nose and refusing to go into a more feminine career (whatever that means), I always chose the road less travelled by. I never submitted to anyone, and I always refused to be treated like a young little girl. It just wasn’t me.

But as Liam closes the distance between us, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair… Right now I can’t help but feel like a little girl, more than willing to submit to the strong man in front of me. And, with Liam, it feels right.

“I don’t know what the hell you did to me,” he whispers, grabbing locks of my hair and pulling on them, forcing me to bare my neck. “But I can’t stop thinking about you…” He lays his lips on my neck, kissing me all the way to my chin. “I can’t stop thinking about your naked body… About the way you moan when I’m inside of you.”

“These sound like good things to think about,” I say, running my tongue over my lower lip.

“They are, aren’t they?” And, with that, he presses his mouth against mine. We brush lips slowly, our kiss growing wilder and wilder with each passing second. When our tongues meet, I feel a stab of ravenous desire in my heart, an almost violent need to submit and obey the man in front of me. To let him lead me into PleasureLand.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper against his ear, my lips brushing against his skin, “as hard as you can. I want you to use me, Liam. I’m yours.” As the words leave my lips, my heart starts to race at a hundred miles per hour, my insides clenching as my brain tries to comprehend what I’m really volunteering for.#p#分页标题#e#

“You didn’t need to say it,” he yanks on my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Vivian, no matter what you say.”

“Yes, please…” I mutter, a growing wetness taking root between my thighs. I can feel my heart pounding against my eardrums, a legion of scattered thoughts fluttering inside my head. “Please,” I repeat, my voice sounding meek but genuine.

A subtle grin dances on the corner of his lips and he lets go of me, taking a step back; I stand still, allowing his eyes to take in the curves of my body. Raising his arms, Liam reaches for me, hooking his fingers on the fabric of my dress, right below my neck.

I hold my breath, his grin widening at the same time; in a heartbeat, he pulls on my dress with all his strength, ripping it apart. My body sways as he tears the fabric apart, pulling it out of my body with viciousness.

“Much better,” he says, looking at my half naked body. I let my eyes fall from his face to his crotch, and I notice the bulging shape there, pushing against his pants. I might be as wet as the Pacific, but he isn’t lagging behind, his cock so hard I half expect it to rip its way out of his pants.

I wait for Liam to tell me to go down on my knees, but that’s not what he does. Still in silence, he takes one step forward and places his hands on my hips, pushing me back. I stumble until I feel my back against the wall, my eyes widening in excitement as I try to guess his next move. Grabbing me by the waist, he makes me turn around and face the wall, my ass turned to him. I place my hands in front of me, at shoulder height, as he runs the tip of his fingers down from my neck to the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he then pushes the straps down my arms, allowing the bra to simply drop to the floor.

“And it keeps getting better…” he whispers, leaning against me. His hands on my waist again, he moves them up over my stomach, stopping just before his fingers meet my naked breasts. With slow deliberate movements, he traces their lower contour, moving his finger back and forth steadily, and then finally goes over their curve. A slight shiver goes through me and I close my eyes, feeling him so close to my nipples that they become even harder.

As he teases me, I jut my ass back, trying to press it against the bulging in his pants; he keeps himself out of reach, though, holding me tighter with the hand he has on my waist.

“We’ll get there… Patience,” he whispers, nibbling at my earlobe as he allows his fingers to brush over my right nipple. I let out a heavy sigh, a warmness spreading from my nipple to the rest of my body, that electric buzz crawling under my skin. Pinching my rosy tip between his thumb and index finger, he keeps building up the desire inside of me, driving it so high that my mind goes blank.