Yes! Take me, give me something good to remember.
Kicking the door shut behind us, he carried me to the bed and threw me down. The mattress squeaked beneath me, replacing my voice. I didn't need to tell him what I wanted, my body said enough.
Looking up, his face was no longer that of a man, it was no longer human. . . He had turned wild. Fueled by sexual desire, Liam had lost all sense of himself and was being guided by animal instinct.
And I was ready for him to devour me whole.
Tearing his shirt over his head, he climbed on top of me, digging his fingers into my hair and tugging at the roots. “Fuck, I need you, Glory.” His words took shape over my skin as he whispered into my ear.
Arching my back, I exhaled a labored breath. “Take me, fuck me, just make me yours.” Rolling my hips, I opened my legs wider, pushing my mound against his lower belly.
“I'll make you mine, I'll make you mine over and over again.” Thick fingers tore my jeans open, ripping them down over my legs in one quick pull.
Throwing them to the floor, Liam raised up and started unbuttoning his pants. His cock was engorged, pushing angrily against the coarse fabric, begging to be set free.
My thighs shook, belly scrunching up tight as nerves ran rampant and fired off electric snaps. I needed this so fucking bad, I needed to feel a release, I needed to feel him.
Kicking his jeans to the floor, his thick dick stood firmly behind his boxer briefs. The gray, form fitting fabric left little to my imagination.
I could see everything. His length pulsed, crown jumping out, trying to touch me.
Holy shit.
“You want that?” he asked, following my eyes to his hard muscle.
Biting my lower lip, I nodded, touching my neck and rolling my head to the side. Rubbing his hips with my thighs, I ran a single finger down my belly and stopped at the trim of my panties.
Liam let out a throaty growl, ripping my panties off in one pull. Pushing my shirt up, he fondled my breasts, pinching and plucking my nipples. “I'm going to make you scream, I'm going to make you remember me for the rest of your life.”
My pussy ached, wet and swollen. “Fuck me, stop talking and just fuck me.”
Slipping his boxers down, his cock bounced free. Gripping the base, Liam guided it towards my entrance. Rubbing the crown up and down over my clit, my body trembled.
The tender bundle of nerves on my sensitive button sent a wave of heat coursing through my body. There was no up and down, there was no day or night. I was fixated on the drug before me, ready to take my first hit.
My pussy grew wetter and wetter as the tip of his cock teased my entrance, forcing me to whimper with a hard exhale.
His eyes never left mine, they stayed there, stopping the seconds from ticking away, and slowing down time. It was just us, nothing else. There was no hurt, there was no sadness or anger. Suspended in a permanent fragment of time, the world had shrunk down to two people.
Liam and myself.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, I heard him rustle around in his jeans. Foil paper cut through the air as he tore open a condom and slipped it swiftly over his hard dick.
With one push, he was buried deep inside my pussy, his cock stretching my walls to their max. Lowering down onto his forearms, he started off slow. Rocking his hips, he pulled away, then drove back in, each thrust deeper than the last.
My lids snapped shut, back jumping off the bed, as my heart steadied inside my chest. It was as if he was feeding my body, like I hadn't eaten in ages and he was keeping me alive. In that moment, I needed him more than the air around me.
Pistoning his hips, he slid in hard, hitting my lower belly. Everything went silent, I couldn't hear his lungs as he took in thick breaths, I couldn't hear my heart as it careened around inside my chest.
All I could do was see. I saw him, felt him, embraced him and what he stood for.
Liam was my hero, he was my savior, and right then. . . He had become my freedom from everything weighing me down.
His heavy breaths raked my throat, each grunt a soft burst against my skin. Thrusting with animalistic vigor, he forced my body to move little by little up the mattress.
Curling my nails into the blanket, I held on tight, wrapping my legs around his waist. Moaning, I met his pace, gyrating my hips and forcing my clit against his furry base. His lips captured mine; kissing me, tasting me, ravaging me with a deep seeded passion I could feel in my bones.
“Mm, fuck, Liam.” My voice was scratchy and harsh.
