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The Ending I Want Page 73
Author: Samantha Towle

“I need you inside me,” I say urgently, lifting my head to look back at him.

He stills. “Are…you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I need this…I need you, Liam.” And, in this moment, I really and truly mean that. I’ve never needed anyone like I need him right now.

Desire rages in his eyes. His jaw is clenched tight. He looks like he’s barely on the edge of restraint.

He slips his fingers out of me, and his other hand moves away from my clit, leaving my body crying for his touch.

He picks up the lube and pumps an obscene amount onto his cock, lubing it up. I guess he wants to make sure he’s as slippery as possible to get inside me. He pumps the lube down on my ass again, letting it slide down the crack. His fingers work it down and into my hole.

I’m wet and slippery, and nervous and scared, but I’m so ready to have him inside me in this way.

His eyes meet back with mine. “Ready?”

“Yes…just…go slow.”

My eyes meet with his. His eyes look raw, and his expression is tight, like he’s just hanging on to his control by the tips of his fingers.

“I wouldn’t do it any other way. You want me to stop, tell me.” He might be hanging on to his control, but it doesn’t show in his voice. It’s soft and measured.

“I will.”

I look back ahead and close my eyes, focusing on relaxing. I figure, if I tense, it’ll hurt more. Like when you have a gyno examination, which is something I really shouldn’t be thinking about right now—unsexiest thing ever.

I feel Liam’s cock press against my ass, and all my focus goes straight to that one important place. He pushes in the tip, and I gasp.

“You okay?” he rasps out.

“Yeah,” I breathe out through the burn. It’s much stronger than the one I felt with his finger. “Just keep going.”

His hands are gripping my hips, his fingers working restlessly against my skin, as he pushes in a little further. And further until he’s soon all the way in, deep inside me.

“Boston…is this still okay?”

“I’m not going to lie; it hurts a little, but…it feels good, too…if that makes sense.” I look back at him again.

A smile eases onto his lips. He might be smiling, but his eyes are dark and dangerous and hot as fuck.

“It makes sense.” His voice is rough.

Liam moistens his lips with his tongue. Holding my eyes, he pulls his cock out, almost to the tip, and then slowly pushes it back in.

I can’t take my eyes off of him. I’m mesmerized.

The moment is so intense, and the pleasure I’m feeling is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Liam slides his hand under my stomach and lifts me upright. We’re both up on our knees, my back pressed to his chest, and he’s deep inside me.

I reach my arms back, holding on to him to keep my balance.

He cups my breast with one hand and begins kissing my neck, sliding his tongue over my skin, as he starts moving again, fucking me with slow, measured thrusts.

At this angle…him inside me…so deep…it’s so fucking good.

The hand on my breast makes its way down my stomach until his fingers are back on my clit, touching and teasing.

His other hand wraps around my throat. His finger and thumb holding my jaw, he turns my head to his and takes my mouth in a kiss.

The feel of him inside my body, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers on my clit…has me climbing toward the edge of madness and feeling like I’m falling at the same time.

He breaks from my mouth but doesn’t let me move. He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes fixed on me.

“This…you…” His voice is deep and low. “You’re amazing, Taylor. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. You make everything better. I’m better…with you.”

Then, he’s kissing me again. Deep and intense and meaningful.

His words are swirling around my head, tangling up with my own words and feelings that I have for him.

Confusion and desire and how much I want this man leave me feeling breathless.

This sex isn’t how I imagined it would be. I expected it to be rough and urgent, that it would be deep, primal fucking. But it’s not.

It’s tender and meaningful.

Can you make love while being fucked up the ass?

Well, if you can, then that’s what Liam is doing to me right now.

And it’s making things feel blurry. The right and wrong of things all mixing up together.

But what is clear is how I feel about him.

A lot.

I feel a lot for Liam.

And it scares me.

I’m panting in his mouth, desperate and needy.

His finger rubbing quickly over my clit, his hand on my breast, his cock up my ass…

The orgasm explodes out of me. My whole body tightens to the point of pleasure and pain. My eyes close. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

Ecstasy. It feels like pure ecstasy.

Liam’s hold on me is firm. His movement slows while I come.

His hand leaves my clit as my orgasm ebbs. He grabs ahold of my hip. His other hand comes across my chest, gripping ahold of my shoulder, and he starts moving. His pace is faster now, harder.

“There’s nothing hotter than seeing you come,” he rasps into my ear. “You coming makes me come…”

He groans, and then his teeth bite down on my lobe. I feel his body jerk against mine, and then his hips start pumping harder against me. I feel the flood of cum inside me. It’s the craziest sensation.

But the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

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