by Stella Stone
When he pulls into the driveway, then into the garage, I suck in a breath. I’m afraid to breathe, afraid that this will end far too soon. I’m afraid that if I say something, then this moment will be over, that it will end and he’ll send me home.
He doesn’t speak, shifting the car into park he opens his door. His grip leaves my thigh as he unfolds from his seat. I watch him walk around the front of the car, his long fingers touching the hood before he makes it to my side.
I wonder what those long fingers will feel like inside of me, stretching me, touching me. I shiver. I can’t wait.
My door opens, causing me to jump slightly, turning my head to look at him. He’s holding his hand out, ever the gentleman, but his smirk speaks volumes and there’s nothing gentlemanly about it.
Slipping my palm into his hand, I shift my legs and stand. His fingers curl around my hand and he tugs me out of the garage and into the house. He doesn’t stop, his long legs moving quickly as he hauls me through the kitchen, up the stairs and finally into his bedroom.
I let out a gasp when he turns me around, his lips press against my own in a hard, brutal, yet perfect kiss. His tongue touches my mouth and I moan, my lips parting as he fills me. Liam’s hands grab my ass, his fingers gripping me tightly over my dress.
He breaks the kiss, lingering and nibbling on my bottom lip, as if he doesn’t want the moment to end as much as me. One of his hands leaves my ass, slowly sliding up my back until he reaches the top of my zipper. Painfully slow, he tugs the zipper down, his lips kissing, and his tongue tasting the column of my neck.
“Liam,” I exhale when his lips touch the top of my breast.
The dress falls to my feet as his lips find the center of my chest and his tongue slips through my cleavage.
“We’re going to fuck, Shawn. It isn’t going to be soft and sweet, can you handle that?” he pauses and lifts his eyes to look up at me from between my breasts.
I could tell him no. He’s giving me the opportunity to quit this. However, I’m no quitter. I’ve been dreaming about him inside of me for months. I’m not getting this far to just walk away.
“Fuck me, Liam.”
LIAM
Once I’ve stripped the dress from her body, she stands in front of me wearing nothing, but her bra, panties, and high heels. She’s a fucking sight to see. A petite, tight bodied fucking sight to see. Bending down slightly, I wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs and pick her up.
Her hands fly to my shoulders, as I turn her toward the bed. I need full access to her, complete fucking access to her this first time. Once I’ve taken the few short steps toward the bed, I lower her down, setting her ass on the mattress.
“Panties off, Shawn,” I growl.
She complies, quickly lifting her hips. She tugs her panties off at the same time she lets her pink heels drop to the floor. She rids herself of her bra next and I practically whimper at the sight of her bare tits.
Her hair is tumbled around her shoulders as she looks up at me with those light brown eyes of hers, looking like innocence and sex all at the same time.
Unbuttoning my shirt, I then unzip my pants and push them down my hips, quickly undressing myself, until I’m completely naked in front of her. Lifting one of my legs, I sink my knee into the mattress at the same time she scoots back on the bed.
With my hips between her thighs, my arms caging her face, I look down at her. Her chest rises and falls with her panting breaths, her eyes are fucking wild. I lower my hips, rubbing my hard cock against her wet center and we both let out a simultaneous groan.
“Fuck,” I grind out. She lifts her hips, rubbing herself against me. “Let me feel that wet cunt, Shawn. Soak my dick, princess.”
Her eyes slowly slide closed, her legs wrapping around my hips and she does just as I ask. She moves, her hips jerking as her lips part. The sweetest little groans escape, causing me to grin.
When my cock is completely drenching wet, I adjust myself and grin. She lifts and takes my tip into her body. Her eyes open and that wild look in them reappears as I sink deep inside of her.
Her hands wrap around my shoulders, her nails dig into my flesh which sends a shiver down my spine. Once I’m completely seated inside of her, I pause, loving the way she fits so snuggly around my cock. She’s tighter than I’ve felt in years, maybe ever, her pussy squeezing me. I know I won’t last long, her cunt is going to take every drop of me, and quickly.
Shifting back on my knees, I move my hands, cupping her tits. Squeezing her flesh, she lets out a moan, before I pinch her nipples and tug on them causing her back to arch beautifully.
Pulling out of her almost completely, I slam back inside with a groan. I repeat the motion, then I’m unable to take her slowly, even if I wanted to. I fuck her, I pound into her tight body over and over until I feel my back tingle.
Sliding one of my hands between us, I press my thumb against her clit and I rub. Her thighs start to shake, my balls draw up. I clench my jaw, hoping she’ll get there before I explode and I let out a groan of relief when she does.
Her whimper, then sigh fills the air as she comes. Shawn’s cunt squeezes the cum from my dick and I can’t hold back another second. I spill my release inside of her, burying myself deep as I come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SHAWN
My body shakes. My eyes involuntarily close as a smile tugs on my lips. I’ve just slept with my boss, my father’s business partner—it was fantastic. It was better than I ever imagined. Than I could have ever imagined.
Liam kisses my neck, then his lips touch my own before he pulls out of me. I groan, missing the way he fills me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back in there soon, princess,” he rasps against my mouth.
He rolls onto his back, gathering me in his arms and pulls my front against his side. “Tell me,” he says. Lifting my chin, I look up to him with confusion. “How in the fuck did we not do this earlier?”
My lips turn up into a smile. I tip my head to the side before I sit up, crawling across his hips. I straddle him, leaning forward and press my lips against his.
“You thought it was wrong,” I breathe against his lips. “You were an ass, too.”
He grunts, wrapping his hands around my ass and squeezing me. One of his hands leaves and drops, slapping my skin. I let out a small squeal of pleasure, from the sting. “I did,” he agrees.
“What changed?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.
He shrugs. His answer is not good enough for me, so I sit up. I can feel his release leaking out of me, but I don’t care. I probably should, but I don’t. Liam lifts his hand, wrapping his warm fingers around the side of my neck.
“You. Late for work. In that dress today. Fucking you, Shawn. A man can only take so much,” he grunts.
My lips twitch in a smile as I lean down, brushing my mouth against his. “I thought you weren’t attracted to me,” I breathe.
He growls, his hand on my ass squeezing hard. His hand on my neck flexing as well. “I’ve been attracted to you from day one. What I didn’t want was Karen or your parents knowing.”
“My parents could still find out,” I exhale, shifting my hips when I feel his length harden against my sticky pussy.
His hand on my ass moves me the way he wants, creating a friction that I’m finding it hard to concentrate through. “They could, but you won’t let that happen, will you princess?” he grinds out.
I shake my head, not even caring what he’s saying at this point, what I’m agreeing to. All I know is that his cock is getting hard and I want it inside of me, now.
“Good girl, now take me and show me how much you want to come, again.”
LIAM
Pulling her naked, sweaty body against my own, I grunt as my sore cock nestles between her asscheeks. I can’t fuck again, at least not until I get some rest. I’m goddamn spent. My balls are completely empty, too. The thought makes me smirk. I can’t remember the last time I was this sexually exhausted.
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“Sleep,” I rasp against her shoulder, pressing my lips to her skin.
My eyes close and I’m almost asleep when my phone rings. Quickly, I roll to my side and grab ahold of the phone. The operator asks me if I would like to accept the charges from prison. I groan, wishing I could say no, but I know she’ll just keep calling. So, I accept.
“What do you want?” I snap.
Shawn rolls over resting her head against my chest before she wraps her arm around my waist. I shift my free arm around her body to play with the bottom of her hair.
“Nice way to greet your wife,” Karen sneers.
I chuckle. “Not what you are. What do you want?” I can practically see her pout and the way she stomps her foot.
Karen sighs, “I need money,” she whines.
Shawn lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest. “You’ll get nothing from me,” I state.
Shawn frowns, I shake my head, trying to show her that it’s no big deal, but I can tell she doesn’t understand. Her hand slowly slides up the center of my chest and wraps around my neck, then her fingers touch my unshaven cheek.
“You don’t understand what it’s like here, LiLi. I need money to protect myself. I’m in danger,” she whisper shouts.
I hate her nickname for me. Despise hearing it leave her lips. “No, Karen. I’m done. You made your bed, you fucking lie in it.”
Shawn’s frown deepens when I say Karen’s name. She bites the corner of her lip, looking sexy as fuck. Karen keeps talking, but I can’t hear her, all I can do is focus on this little princess in my bed.
“Come back to bed, Liam,” Shawn purrs, her mouth too close to the phone.
Karen growls. “Cute, Liam. Is that a woman in our bed?”
I full on laugh at her question. “Karen, I threw our bed out the day I kicked you out. Yes, there’s a twenty-five year old goddess naked and draped across my chest. I need to get back to her. Have fun in prison,” I laugh before I end the call.
Shawn giggles as I roll her over onto her back. “I hate that bitch,” she grins up at me. Her hair is wilder than before, her face flushed from her many orgasms, and red in spots from my scratchy beard. She looks fucking delectable.
“Me too,” I admit.
“She would call your office and she was just awful. I’ve been wanting to get back at her somehow,” she shrugs, her eyes dancing.
I can’t contain my smile. “I think that was just desserts for both of us. Now, no more talk of her, I’m about to fuck you again,” I grin.
“I thought you needed rest?” she breathes.
Lowering my face, I brush my lips across her own. “That little moment made me hard, princess. I never waste a hard cock,” I grunt as I slide into her sweet pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LIAM
Her soft snoring fills the room, her warm body presses against mine. I frown as the sun peeks through the curtains. It’s morning. The spell is broken. The night is over. We are over.
Except, I can’t imagine not having her again. As much as my dick aches, as many times as I fucked her, she is not out of my system. I don’t know if she will ever be.
“Liam,” she sighs, and cuddles closer.
I pinch my eyes closed tightly, wondering what the fuck I’ve done. How can we do this? Have I just fucked everything up? I should probably feel like I have, except I don’t. This feels right. So goddamn right.
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I inhale the scent of her hair. Fuck she smells good, even after sweating and fucking all night between these sheets, her hair still smells like sweet flowers.
“Are you going to smell me all morning, or are you going to feed me?” she grumbles.
I chuckle, rolling her onto her back. Shawn’s thighs spread and we both groan when my cock presses against her center.
“I need at least a few more hours reprieve, Liam. I’ve never been fucked so much in my life,” she mumbles, her brown eyes looking directly in mine.
My lips turn up into a smile as I dip my chin. My nose runs alongside hers, my lips finding the shell of her ear. “Shower, food, coffee, and more fucking, in that order.”
A shiver escapes and she trembles in my arms for a brief moment. “God, yes,” she hisses.
I want to stay where I am, but my stomach growls and takes me out of the moment, reminding me that food is definitely high on our priority list. Rolling off of her, and standing from the bed, I turn to her.
“Shower. I’ll get us some food and coffee,” I wink.
I don’t wait for her to respond, I leave the room grabbing a change of underwear on my way out, closing the door behind me. I hurry toward my guest room, showering and changing into the clean underwear before I make my way downstairs.
If I don’t get away from her, I’ll fuck her again, and we both need some fucking rest—at least for a couple hours.
SHAWN
Once I’m showered, clean and smelling far too much like Liam, I search for something of his to wear. As much as I want to traipse around his house in yesterday’s dress, I need something comfortable. One of his plain soft cotton black shirts screams comfort and I quickly grab it.
I moan when the soft material slides over my skin. I feel like every nerve ending on my body is on high alert. Liam has awoken me in ways I didn’t think possible.
I’m already wet again just imagining him inside of me later today. I’m sore, sated, and still—needy, or maybe I’m just greedy.
Walking out of the bedroom, I turn down the hall and head toward the stairs. Slowly, I walk down, letting my fingers glide on the wrought iron banister as I go.
I hear noise in the kitchen and the smell of bacon hits my nose. I’m unable to hold back a moan when the smell consumes me, my stomach twists with hunger, begging to be fed.
Stepping into the kitchen, I freeze. Liam is standing at the stove, wearing only his underwear. His muscular back is on display, his narrow waist, his gorgeous ass, his thick thighs. Standing at the stove, cooking bacon, shirtless.
Shit, he’s like sex on a stick.
“Plates are in the cabinet. Fruit is in the fridge, take it all to the table,” he grunts not turning around and not even asking politely.
I frown, then roll my eyes at his lacking manners. Biting my lip, I really want him to turn around, my thighs shake with desire for him. Turning toward the fridge, I open it and am surprised by its contents.
Liam is a bachelor, I expected a pizza box and some beer inside. It’s not there though. His fridge it better stocked than my own, it’s all healthy, fruits and veggies.
I reach for a plastic container full of fruit, then walk over to the table and set it down. A full breakfast at a table, this is not how I pictured this morning going at all. Making my way back into the kitchen I find the plates and silverware, carrying them over to the table and set them down.
“Go ahead and sit down, princess,” Liam calls as he walks toward the table himself.
I do, as he asks, tugging his shirt down my legs before I sit. When he’s across from me, he doesn’t look at me at all. He loads his plate with food and begins to consume it, he doesn’t make any sort of eye contact, or attempt to make any type of conversation. He’s just shoveling food in his mouth like someone is going to come by and take it away from him at any given second.
Dread begins to sweep through me. This is not how I imagined this, not at all. “Liam?” I whisper.
He lifts his gaze, his fork suspended in the air. “Eat,” he grunts.
“Is… is everything okay?” I ask.
He doesn’t move, not even a muscle as he stares at me. Before I realize it, his fork clatters to the plate and he lets out an exhale. “I need to go into the office. I thought I could fuck off for the day, but I can’t,” he grumbles.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I breathe.
Liam stands, walking over to me and crouches down in front of me, his hands wrapping around the outsides of my thighs. “I’m pissed because Monday calls, Shawn. The o
nly place I want to be is back in that bed with you. I have to send you home, and I’m fucking angry about it.”
I’m unable to hold back my smile. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nod. “I understand. Do you need me to come in, too?” I ask.
He shakes his head, his dark eyes searching mine. “Stay home, rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
His words are final and I find that I completely deflate on the inside from them. I don’t want to see him tomorrow, I want him to come over to my place tonight. I don’t tell him that though. No way. I am not going to come off as some desperate, needy, young girl—even if that’s exactly what I am.
CHAPTER NINE
LIAM
Watching her walk into her condo, her sweet ass in her white and pink dress, I curse. Picking my hand off of the steering wheel, I slam it down as I growl.
“Fuck.” I yell out.
All I wanted to do was spend the day wrapped up in, Shawn. Sure, it’s Monday, and we would have had to go to work tomorrow anyway, but fuck. One day, that’s all I wanted.
One fucking day.
Backing out of her driveway, I turn my car toward the office. The last place I want to be. Speeding through town, I slam the gear into park as soon as I pull into my spot. Quickly, I walk into the building, ignoring everyone.
Once I’m in my office, I power on my computer and stew. I’m throwing a tantrum, I know. It doesn’t matter, there’s only one place I want to be right now and it isn’t fucking here.
My office door opens and Bob, a high profile client and friend walks in. “Your secretary have a case of the Mondays?” he asks with a chuckle.
I grunt, my only response to his question. “It was her birthday, Leonardo threw her a party. I let her have the day off to recover,” I shrug.
