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by Cassie-Ann L. Miller


  So turned on, my thighs spread wide at his command without hesitation, without even considering that this man is a stranger, my boss’s son. My hand glides to my core and I massage my aching clit. I abandon myself to my primal desire, head falling to the side, moans pouring out of my mouth.

  “Oh, Jasmine. You’re trying to kill me,” Liam growls as he removes my three inch black pumps and tosses them to the floor. He picks up my left foot and massages the sole as he watches me pleasure myself, erotic sounds flowing out of his throat. When he slips my big toe between his plush lips, I lose my mind. Screaming and thrashing about on the bed, I climax hard and fast.

  A soft and sensual chuckle escapes Liam’s lips as he stands at the foot of the bed, licking each of my toes in turn, driving me wild. Although my body is so sensitive that the gentle suction of his mouth against my foot literally hurts, I don’t tell him to stop. I know he can bring me to ecstasy again and again tonight and I want that. I really, really want that.

  “I’m gonna make you come again, Jasmine. I’m gonna make you come all over my mouth. All over my beard.”

  I groan at the threat. “Please, Liam. Yes.”

  His kisses move to my ankles and then to my calves. The contrast between his soft lips and his prickling beard is an aphrodisiac. He lifts my leg and flicks his tongue against the alarmingly sensitive spot behind my knees and I writhe on the bed. He kisses up my thigh, inch by inch until his beard grates at the curve of my buttocks. “What a beautiful ass. A beautiful body,” he moans.

  And then, he’s right there, with his face hovering above my valley. He takes my weary but relentless fingers from my core and brings them to his lips. His eyes close as he savors them, one by one.

  “Jasmine, you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid my hands on,” he growls.

  Then, his tongue is swiping along my glistening slit, greedily and unabashedly. From the sensitive pucker of my anus all the way to the throbbing bud of my clit. Over and over and over.

  “Liam!” I’m crying; actual tears are streaming down my face. I need to come. So bad. “Liam! Make me come!” I groan.

  “Be patient, beautiful. Be patient.” He returns his full focus to devouring me. The contradictory sensations of his rough beard bruising my sensitive thighs while his soft tongue strokes my heated core is infuriatingly erotic. My entire body strains towards his mouth, desperate for release. Meanwhile, he eats me unhurriedly, like he has all the time in the world.

  But me? I can’t take anymore of the teasing. I slide my fingers into his hair and apply pressure, holding his head in place. “Make me come,” I whine.

  His lips clamp down on my clit and waves of pleasure roll through the throbbing bundle of nerves. Right then, he slides two fingers into my slobbering channel and literally pulls an earth-rocking orgasm from the depths of me. A long, frantic wail of relief pours out of my mouth as the climax wracks my weakened body. But Liam’s licks and sucks don’t let up, not till I’m pushing his face away and begging him to stop.

  He eases to his knees and now he’s hovering above. A dark satisfaction glows in his eyes. “Be careful what you wish for, Jasmine,” he murmurs in a threatening tone, “because I’ll give it to you…every time.” All I can do is whimper in response.

  Liam slithers up the bed until he’s lying right next to me. I look into his beautiful face, still panting and fighting to catch my breath.

  “You’re a beauty, Jasmine,” he says, his finger tracing a fiery path around my engorged nipple. I want to protest – to tell him that I’m too thick and curvy to be beautiful, to tell him that my jeans never fit right and that I haven’t worn a bikini in three years, to tell him that I’m anything but beautiful – but I’m too breathless and flushed to object. “You have the most gorgeous brown eyes and your skin is like velvet and it tastes…it tastes like heaven…And this body, this ripe, luscious body…when you walked into my office earlier, I almost fell to my knees.”

  I moan hearing him express the way he sees me. It’s not the way I see myself.

  It’s ironic – when I look at him, I see masculinity embodied – tall, strong, rugged and handsome, but he sees himself as disfigured. And when he looks at me, he sees something beautiful, but the mirror only shows me my flaws.

  Maybe, Liam and I can learn from each other.

  The thought overwhelms me. Right now, all I want is to finally feel his gorgeous cock inside of me, stretching me beyond the limits I’ve imposed upon myself. “I need you to fuck me,” I whisper against his cheek.

  Liam is eager as he shifts until his body is hovering over mine. I reach up and touch his beard, coaxing his face closer to me. He kisses me with fiery urgency. “Dammit. You’re so wet,” he groans as his fingers glide a leisurely trail across my folds.

  My head falls to the side and I moan, squeezing my eyes shut to temper the sensations coursing through me. Everything else in the room has faded away. All that matters is his body on mine.

  He breaks the kiss momentarily to pull a condom from the bedside drawer and slide it over his rigid cock. I spread my legs apart, inviting him to sink deep inside. I moan softly as the head of his cock nudges at my entrance. Unbearably excited, I arch my back off the mattress and he glides into me, balls deep, in one smooth motion.

  “Ohgod.” He feels even better than I expected. He fills me completely, stretching me just right.

  He grunts deeply as he pumps into me again and again. He’s hitting my sweet spot with each stroke and I writhe uncontrollably. I thrust my hips forward to meet his every pump and I’m rewarded with a jolt of pleasure each time our bodies collide.

  “Jasmine.” The way he says my name. Oh. I could listen to him moan my name again and again all night. “Tell me you like it, Jasmine. Tell me you need it,” he demands, disoriented by the pleasure that his body is taking from mine.

  “I like it, Liam. I love it. Don’t stop.”

  He slips one hand around my waist, lifting me slightly off the bed and he strokes harder and faster. I scream his name. My body tenses and pure ecstasy invades all my senses. The orgasm rattles me to the depths of my being.

  “Shit – I’m…I’m coming,” Liam pants as he pumps into me erratically, grasping desperately at the fringes of his climax, forcing it to last as long as possible. He soon discovers that it’s a losing battle and he gives in to the pleasure, climaxing with a low, deep growl.

  He collapses onto the bed next to me. “That was so perfect,” I mutter into the dampened curve of his neck.

  He rolls over and pulls me into his body. “You’re perfect, Jasmine. You’re perfect.”

  I don’t believe him, but his words still sound like music to my ears. I sigh, content, pressing my face into his chest. He caresses my skin with his fingertips. It feels so good. So natural. Why can’t I have this everyday? The easy rhythm of his heartbeat lulls me into a light sleep.

  A telephone ringing in the distance jolts me out of my slumber. I can’t tell how much time has passed. Liam whines as he eases out of our embrace and pads across the bedroom floor and back into his office. I can’t hear his conversation. His words are muffled by the thick walls.

  Moments later, he returns to the bedroom as I am rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “That was the client.” He’s unable to mask the disappointment in his voice. “He wants to know what the hold up is with the new draft of the contract.”

  I giggle at the thought of explaining to our client that the contract was delayed because Liam spent the evening giving me back-to-back, explosive orgasms. “Better get back to work,” I mumble as I search for my clothing between the rumpled sheets.

  Liam comes over and sits on the edge of the bed next to me. “Tonight was amazing, Jasmine,” he says running his finger down my cheek.

  “It was…It was magical.” I bring my lips to his and enjoy one more languorous kiss, desperate to make the moment last just a bit longer. “I’d like to do it again…some other time…before you head back to Texas.” My cheeks redde
n as I make the sensual proposition.

  Liam’s beautiful gray eyes twinkle at me as a small smile graces his lips. “I’d like that, too.”

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