by Dark Angel
Like I said. It’s been a great year.
Epilogue - Liam
Well, howdy there, girlfriend.
That’s fucking right. I’m talking to you.
You. The fucking reader. Okay, look, sorry, you’re not the "fucking reader" okay? I’m actually really happy you read through alright. I hope you liked it.
And yeah, I fucking broke the fourth wall. Don’t worry, Alexis doesn’t know. She thinks I’m out right now at the bar, drinking the beer and watching Carter on TV. You know, where Tina Ling comes in and tries to put her hands in my fucking pants and I shoot her the fuck down?
Anyways, I got kinda bored and I wanted to get to know you. And Vivian’s alright with it, so you know, you don’t gotta worry that I’m cheating on her. As long as it’s with you, it’s completely fucking fine.
And you’re wondering why I said it’s not cheating? Because, you babe, are gonna feel the 12-inch cock inside of you in a few minutes.
Yes, you. No, don’t fucking look around you. I’m talking to you. There isn’t some other reading this right? Most likely this book only sells one copy in its whole run and it’s to you.
Yes, you.
What? You’re not fucking rolling your eyes, are you? You’re not wondering to yourself ‘Oh God, this is so silly’ are you? I guarantee it’s not going to be.
What’s my angle? Sorry, I was just staring at your tits and thinking about what it would be like to squeeze them. You just read about me, babe, and now you’re going to have me. I’m Liam fucking Jeffries. And you are fucking mine.
Right, you asked what the angle was. I want you to be around to read about my other fucking friends, okay? They’re bad boys too, and they want to show you what they can do. There’s Arsen, the porn kind, in Client 5. But that’s coming up after this as a bonus book anyways. Then there’s Lance Anders. He’s a 21-year dude that fucks this older woman. You can find him in Scandalous. And finally, there’s Lucien Stone. He’s in prison but he finds his fucking HEA with the sweetest little cute as a button woman who really needs rescuing too. That’s in Jailbait.
Fine. You already read that shit or you got too much other fucking shit going on? Just bear in mind you’re saying no right now but in a few minutes you’re going to be all "yes! yes! oooh yes!" as I totally make you fucking cum.
I mean after the last 80,000 words do I even need to describe myself? You know the tats that go up and down my arm. You’ve seen my pecs on the cover. You can feel my abs. What? You didn’t see the cock? You know it’s there, under my pants. Throbbing. Pulsing. Growing.
So if you want more of this shit, and you liked what you read, why don’t you at least sign up for Alexis’ Naughty Angels list? That way you can listen to her go off and do her shit and maybe be an ARC reader and get bonus chapters and all that good fucking shit.
I know, this has got to be the strangest Also by the Author and sales pitch to sign up, but hey, Alexis only asked me to ask you. She didn’t specify how. And this is the way I know best.
So fucking sign up for this shit, okay? You can sign up here: Naughty Angels.
Or just go here: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9
Don’t fucking worry, babe. I’m all done selling the shit. I was just helping out a friend, ya know? This body is yours now.
Just go find a quiet place where no one’s going to bother you if your cheeks get red. Because they fucking will.
And if you can’t find a place, just drown it out, and imagine yourself in my office. Deep, plus carpets. Overstuffed leather chairs. Fucking books on shelves all around me. And a mahogany desk, waiting for us.
Imagine me as I stand over you.
Imagine Liam Jeffries as I lean into you and close my eyes, my heart thumping harshly during that eternal fraction of a second during which I wait for our mouths to touch. When they do, I part my lips ever so slightly, fitting them on your mouth. I feel that dark energy of desire pulsing under my skin, an uncontrollable need to claim you. That’s right - since the first time I laid eyes on you that I wanted to claim you. To make you mine.
My hands go down to your waist while we kiss, my tongue wrestling fiercely against yours. My heart is racing, all of my blood boiling as it races through my veins. Raw, violent desire - that’s the only thing I’m feeling right now. And all because of you, baby.
I take my fingers to my collar and hurriedly untie my blood red tie. After I take it off and pull it around my neck, I push you back with my body, your ass pressed against my mahogany desk. Opening my hands, I place my fingers under your ass and lift you up slightly, making you sit on the flat surface of the desk. As you sit, I use one arm to sweep away everything that’s on our path - I don’t even flinch when I hear the sound of a keyboard, a myriad of papers and God know what else tumble down from the desk to the ground.
"I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you," I say against your ear, pulling out from our kiss. I nibble at your ear while you slide one hand down my chest and over my belt, flattening it against my crotch - oh, I love it, baby. There, throbbing with an almost violent desire for you, is my massive hard cock. Yes, it’s this hard because of you.
I don’t say a word - I’m under your spell, one of lust and desire, and now there’s no going back. Not that I want to go back - not now that I feel the warmness of your body, the eagerness in your eyes.. I want this as much as I do, don’t you?.
I hook my fingers on your top and, with a simple vicious tug, I rip it open, baring your black lace bra. I’m completely out of control and, damn, do I love being like this - I’m so hard right now that the fabric of my pants is on the verge of tearing apart. You throw your head back as I grab you by the hair; you can’t help but moan as I bury my face between your breasts, my tongue tracing the whole length of the valley between your tits.
I don’t even bother with unclasping your bra, I simply hook two fingers on the cup of your right breast and pull, freeing your hard nipple. I pull on it with my index finger and thumb, and your skin prickles as I do it. With both hands you grab my head, forcing me down towards your chest; I go willingly, parting my lips and taking your rosy nipple inside my mouth. It feels delicious, let me tell you. I can feel you breathing raggedly through gritted teeth as I circle your nipple with my tongue, lapping at it with the ferocity of a man that won’t be denied. Oh, trust me on that, baby… I won’t be denied.
As I keep licking you, you let go of my head and I unclasp your bra, pulling both straps down your shoulders. The moment I feel the cups on your tits loosening, I yank them out of your body harshly, throwing the bra onto the ground before lunging at you again with my open mouth. You run your hands through my hair, pulling on it with almost enough strength to hurt me, but I don’t care - I’m grabbing your breasts, taking my time with each of your nipples.
Fuck, I didn’t know that it was possible to feel this much pleasure just from sucking on your nipples. Where have you been hiding all of my life, baby? You’re so fucking delicious that I just want to taste every inch of your body.
You start to rub your hand in circles over my crotch, massaging my hard cock in a frenzy. With my free hand I untuck my dress shirt, pulling it from my pants. Letting go of my crotch, you rest both your hands on my chest and push me slightly back - I look at you with wide hungry eyes, desperate to feel every inch of your body. With a wicked grin, I push on my shirt with as much strength as I can muster, the buttons popping up with a muffled sound and scattering around on the carpeted floor. I push the crisp white shirt down my shoulders, anxious to feel your fingers on my muscles. I know you want to touch my pectorals and abs, no need to hide that from me, baby - I’m more built than any man you have ever came across, we both know it.
You run your fingertips over my pectorals, letting them fall down the hills of my washboard abs. If I was hard before, I don’t know what to say about the state I’m in right now. Your touch just makes me go fucking delirious.
Smiling, you unbuckle my belt; I know you want to take it off and lower my pan
ts, but I give you no time for it. Before you can react I’m on you again, my mouth tightly pressed against yours. You part your legs wide, allowing me to fit my body between your thighs. I’m thrusting with my hips already, an almost unconscious desire to feel my shaft against your pussy taking control of me.
But, lucky for you, I’m a patient man.
Pulling back slightly, I reach in between your legs with one hand, taking my fingers under your skirt and up your inner thigh. I can’t help but grit my teeth the moment my fingertips touch your drenched thong. I flick my index finger at it, tracing the contour of the fabric with maddening patience. Then, without warning, I press my flat hand between your thighs; I hear you moan through gritted teeth, and the sound of it makes me close my eyes as flames of pleasure go from my hard cock to my brain.
With your hands on my lower back, you lace your legs right above the hem of my pants, trapping me in place. Your fingers slide down my back and under my pants, feeling the tight and hard curves of my ass.
As you pull me in, I flick your thong aside, brushing the tip of my index finger over your wet folds; I do it slowly in an upwards motion, and then circle back around your clitoris with the precision of a man that knows what he is doing - because, trust me, I know what I’m doing. I rest my other hand on your knee, slightly hiking up your skirt; then, with an abrupt movement, I place both my hands on your outer thighs, my fingers grabbing at your thong. I pull it down and you lift your ass up as I slide the soaking wet underwear down your legs and heels. For a moment, I think of taking your heels off, but then I decide against it - they look good enough on you for me to want to keep them on during sex.
You lean back, supporting yourself on your elbows as I grab the hem of your skirt and start pulling it out down your legs as well. You sit there on top of my desk, completely naked if it weren’t for your heels. You look so fucking perfect, and I’m aching to have my thick cock pushing through your folds and lodging itself deep inside of you… I’m so utter and completely hard that it’s starting to fucking hurt.
With a smirk, I place one hand on your chest and push you down; you lay on your back, propping your heels up on the edge of the desk as I grab your knees, making you open your legs wide. You throw your head back, your eyes closed as you wait and anticipate my next movement.
I move closer to you, my hands running up and down your side, lingering over your breasts and then exploring every single curve of your body. I lean in, my lips softly on your right knee; I go up, kissing your leg almost all the way to the waist before I take a shortcut towards your inner thigh. You gasp as my lips take a route that leads to your pussy, always avoiding to touch it entirely. Pressing with my thumb right above your clit, you just lose it - you thrust your hips up, trying to meet my mouth with your pussy, but I lay one forearm across your stomach and pin you down to the desk. You try to break my hold, but you’re no match for my strength.
I want to set the pace and you have no choice but do whatever I want.
A quivering moan escapes your lips as the tip of my tongue laps at your pussy, gently running across your slit’s length. I do it painfully slow, taking my time as I scoop your juices - then, when you least expect it, I lean forward and place my open mouth over your pussy, sucking eagerly. You lift your feet up, placing your legs over my shoulders as I ravage you with my mouth; I suck and lick furiously, each time my tongue hits your clit your body trembling as if a jolt of electricity is running up and down your spine.
Your fingers run through my combed hair, disheveling it as you guide the motion of my mouth. When I wrap my lips around your clit, sucking on it, your fingers turn into claws as you push my head down. My tongue continues circling around in a perfect rhythm, lapping at that sweet spot in you as if you were the most perfect woman on Earth… And right now, you are. And you taste fucking delicious.
I take my forearm out of your stomach and, feeling your body free, you grit your teeth and start to thrust at me, rubbing your pussy harshly against my face. You move your hips from side to side, spreading your juices all over my face as you start breathing heavily.
You try to speak between shorts breaths, but it’s hard for you, I know it. You want to tell me not to stop, but there’s no need for it - I can read your thoughts on your body, and I won’t stop. Not because you’re asking me, but because I can’t.
My tongue lashes out at your clit with unrepentant fury and, as you lace your legs behind my neck, you explode in ecstasy. Your moans tell me that your soul is boiling, consciousness drifting away from you as pleasure demands to take every available space inside your mind.
You’re moaning hard and your body is shaking; even so, I don’t stop. Instead, I take one finger and press it right on top of your clit, my mouth focused on your labia. My tongue starts to jab at your insides with vicious strokes, matching the pace of my finger. You’re still at pleasure’s peak, but I’ll make that peak grow and grow. That’s how I go about it, baby - I’ll make you ride the crest of a wave that doesn’t stop reaching towards the heavens.
And then that waves crashes. And you scream... You scream very hard. Oh, I love to hear your voice like this, high and quivering as pleasure rages through you. It’s the sweetest sound I have ever heard.
Thrusting your hips at me, you hold me in place with your hands on my hair and your legs tied around my neck. You come violently, my tongue still jabbing at you at a frenetic pace. You keep holding me tightly until your body stops shaking, and only then do you loosen your grip. Slowly, I pull back out, your hands falling to my sides as you try to catch my breath. I lean over you and, then, my lips are on yours, the scent of your own pussy inundating you… Doesn’t it feel good to taste your flavor on my lips? You’re delicious, and you ought to know it.
One look at you, and I just know you’re ready to go again.
You place your hands on my cheeks, pulling me into you as we kiss; you open your legs wider, lacing them on my lower back, and prop yourself back up on your elbows. One of your hands fall from my face and you slide it down my chest towards the hem of my suit pants; you unbutton them with just one hand, each flick of your fingers making my cock even harder.
It’s mine, your hands seem to say as you press your fingers over my boxer briefs against my cock. You wrap them around my thickness, and it pulses with raw energy. It begs to be set free, and that’s exactly what you do.
With your other hand, you grab on my pants and send them down my legs; you do the same with my underwear, my cock flying straight into your hand like a thick heavy bat. You grab it, its warmness spreading to your fingers.
I kick off my shoes to the corner of the office, stepping out of my pants in a hurry. You sit up on the desk, your eyes widening as you take in the sight of my naked body in front of you. Yes, baby, I’m all yours.
You bite your lower lip, locking eyes with me, and push me back with as much strength as you can. I take two steps back as you climb down from the desk and walk towards me. With your lips still curled into a grin, you lean into me and kiss my neck, your lips brushing down to my firm pectorals. You keep kissing me, going down to your knees as you do it; your tongue traces the outline of my abs, my muscles brimming with lust and testosterone. When your kneecaps touch the carpet, your fingers are already tightening around the base of my cock. You look up at me and, my eyes never leaving yours, you let your tongue part your lips and gently flick it at my glans.
I grin at you, desire stamped on my face. Fuck, I want you so much you have no idea.
Opening your mouth, you wrap your lips around my tip and then gently pull back out. You do it again and again, tracing the whole length of my shaft with your index finger. I tremble slightly and, the moment I do it, you lunge forward, opening your mouth wide and sliding my shaft deep over your tongue.
Before I even have the time to exhale, you start bobbing your head, my cock sliding in and out of your mouth at breakneck speed. I don’t know how you do it so perfectly, but I never had someone doing it like you.
I start to thrust too, my hands on top of your head. You let go of my cock, placing both your hands on my round ass, and allow me to match the rhythm of your mouth. My thrusts grow wilder, as if I’m not fucking your mouth but your pussy. Fuck, just thinking of that is enough for my heart to send a special order of lustful blood to my already rock-hard cock. I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you.
You lean back, my cock sliding out of your mouth with a loud pop, and stand up. I don’t give you the time to do anything else - I grab you by the arms, pushing you back. Blindly, I guide you until your back is against the glass door that leads out of my office and into balcony. The cold glass makes your skin prickle, a perfect antithesis to the wildfire raging in your pussy.
"I want to fuck you so bad," I whisper, my mouth against your ear. The sound of my own voice makes me even more delirious, the need to be inside of you making my mind burn.
You open your mouth to speak, but I already know what you’re going to say. Without giving you the time, I place my hands under your ass and lift you up; you react by instinct, crossing your legs over my ass as I pull you against my chest. Holding you against the glass with only one hand, I grab my cock and guide its tip towards your pussy. You close your eyes and shiver, feeling my fat head straining against your folds. Inch by inch I lower you over my cock, the massive shaft rolling inside of you as your inner walls strain to accommodate me. You feel so fucking tight… Fuck, I knew it would be good to be inside of you, but I didn’t expect it to be this fucking good. Could you be even more perfect, baby?
You moan hard as my cock goes as deep as possible, your labia brushing against my root. Slowly, I pull back out, drawing more soft and honeyed moans out of you. I do it once again, sliding deep inside of you and then back out again, but by the third time you’re already rocking your hips, jumping hard against my length. We go like this until time stops making sense, the sound of your back hitting the glass over and over again the only thing that my brain is capable of processing.
