“I want this badly but there's something you should know—I've never been with a man before.”
Liam cocked his head. “You're a lesbian—because that's not a turn off for me.”
I giggled at his ridiculous suggestion and steeled myself. “No I've never been with anybody before.”
“You're a virgin?” Liam murmured.
I nodded.
“But how could that be? Look how hot you are.”
I glanced down at my body and didn't see what he was talking about. Nobody had ever called me “hot” before.
“Maybe you should wait until you meet that special guy,” he said, getting out from under me.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him back before he left the bed. “You are that special guy,” I said, planting a kiss on his lips.
Liam laid me down and kissed me hard. He pushed his nose into my hair and took in the aroma. “You smell so nice.”
His hands moved south and unsnapped my jeans. My chest heaved up and down as I watched him grin and slide my pants around my ankles. My pink panties weren't supposed to be seen by anyone—especially a man that was about to violate me!
He kissed my waistline and grabbed my ass cheeks hard. I wanted him to touch me all night. He kissed my pubic mound over my panties and he was so close. He was driving me crazy. He carefully peeled my underwear down and I held my breath as he spread my thighs. His kisses ran up my leg until he was so close.
Oh my! His lips hit me and my body convulsed. “That feels so good,” I moaned.
Liam worked magic with his tongue, swirling me around and side to side. He moaned quietly as he licked me all over. I'd touched myself down there all the time but it felt nothing like this. My body peaked and I detonated.
Liam came up for air and kissed me on the lips. I could taste my salty self and it turned me on even more.
Liam kissed my ear and whispered, “I'm going to fuck you now, Charlotte.”
What! I fell apart into a million pieces. I always wanted a man to talk dirty to me.
Liam pulled his pants off and revealed his massive erection. It was so thick and juicy. I'd seen pictures before but nothing up close like this. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him like he did to me. But Liam was on a mission.
“This might hurt at first.”
I nodded.
Liam knocked at my opening and crammed his entire length inside me, breaking my barrier in the process. I screamed at the top of my lungs from the sudden pain and extreme pleasure.
“Oh Charlotte,” Liam moaned. He pulled out slowly until I begged him to put it back in. I cried out as he filled me completely. Every thrust sent my body reeling. We stared into each other's eyes as we made love.
His lips met mine and I devoured him. My breathing hit a peak.
“It feels so good, Liam,” I whimper.
“Come for me, baby.”
I can't hold back any longer.
He increased his rhythm, pushing into me harder, faster—and I exploded around him—an orgasm that rocked my soul. Nothing could compare.
Liam shouted out my name and found his release, pounding me into submission. He collapsed onto me and we were both a sweaty mess. Liam laid his head against my heaving chest.
“How was it?” he asked, hiding a grin.
“I can't even think right now. What just happened?”
“You just lost your virginity.”
I looked down to see the white bed sheets stained with my blood. This motel was probably used to it. Liam raised his head and kissed me on the chin. My body was so relaxed and comfortable that I couldn't move my limbs.
“I've never felt that good in my entire life. Is sex always this mind-blowing?”
“It is with me,” he replied with that cocky-asshole smile.
My finger traced the scar along his brow and Liam recoiled. “What happened?”
Liam averted his eyes. “I had a rough childhood.”
I held this man's face in my hands and I knew nothing about him. He was a criminal, a killer, and the sweetest guy I had ever met. I let him take from me what I could only give to one man. I needed to know more about him. Time to unlock the mystery.
“Tell me about it. I want to know everything about you.”
Liam looked into my eyes, searching for my true intentions.
“You don't have to—”
Liam interrupted, “My father left when I was six years old. My mother couldn't handle working and taking care of me all by herself—she turned to alcohol.”
My heart sank. I imagined little Liam with his mom holding a bottle of liquor. But his story didn't stop there, it got worse.
Liam took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “It was my birthday and my mom told me she was going to get me a chocolate cake when she got off work. I waited all night until she finally crashed through the front door at eleven P.M.” Liam stared off into space, continuing his story. “She stank of alcohol but I thought she still might of bought my cake. When I asked my mom about it, something inside her snapped. She grabbed the closest empty beer bottle and smashed it against my face.”