The Ending I Want
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And ass sex…it’s something I’ve never done before…
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“I’ll do my best to make sure it’s as painless as possible for you. I brought lube. And I got the good stuff.”
“Oh, well, if you got the good lube—hang on. You brought lube with you? To your grandpa’s house?” I raise my brow.
“When you put it like that, it sounds kind of seedy.”
“Well, you are the one who wants to defile me in your childhood bedroom.”
He grins, big. “Boston, I spent many nights in this bedroom, dreaming about defiling a hot babe—”
“Hot babe?” I laugh. “Cheesy.”
“Not cheesy. True. You are hot, babe.” He leans down and takes my mouth in a delicious kiss. Brushing his nose over mine, he stares into my eyes. “Truth is, I wasn’t expecting anything at all…but I also like to be prepared. Like a good Boy Scout. So, I brought lube with me just in case the opportunity arose. And, as it happens, it’s arisen.”
That makes me laugh. “And that’s why you’re so successful in business. Always prepared for the unexpected and brilliant at negotiation.”
“So, is that a yes?” He bites down on a smile.
“Seeing as though you brought the good lube, then, yes, it’s a yes. But if you hurt me with that big cock of yours, I will break it in half.”
His brows draw together. “You don’t need to worry, Boston. I won’t hurt you. Hurting you is the one thing I could never do. The only things I plan on giving you are intense levels of pleasure. Pleasure like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Now, get back up on your knees, and bend the fuck over.”
With nervous and excited butterflies in my stomach, I turn over and get onto my hands and knees again.
I feel Liam leave the bed. I look behind me and see him opening his bag.
Then, he comes back over to the bed, and a bottle of lube hits the mattress beside me. He presses his hand to my back and runs it down until his hand is cupping my ass.
His fingers slide down, between my folds, and he slips a finger in my pussy, slowly moving it in and out. My head drops forward again.
His finger comes out of me and rubs over my clit. He pinches it, making me squirm. He reaches over and picks up the lube while still rubbing my clit.
I hear the cap pop, and then his hand is gone from me. I hear him pump the lube.
He’s doing it already? I look back, tensing up.
I see him rubbing the lube onto his fingers.
He catches my eye. “I’m going to use my fingers first, warm you up. Okay?”
“Okay,” I exhale, relaxing a little.
I feel his slippery finger slide between my ass cheeks. He starts rubbing the tip of his finger around the outside of my tight puckered hole.
His other hand comes around my front, and his fingers find my clit. He’s working me up, rubbing and teasing my clit. The feel of the lube on there makes the friction feel so much more intense, or maybe it’s that his finger is slowly making its way inside my ass that’s making everything seem intense.
The burn is there as the tip of his finger slips inside me.
Oh my God.
“How’s that?” he asks softly, his voice sounding rough.
“Good,” I breathe.
I feel him start to work a little more of his finger inside me. He’s going in so much easier than the last time we did this, and just having him inside me in this way feels so dirty and hot and sexy.
Liam keeps going until his finger is all the way inside me, and I feel full of him but strangely not full enough.
I need more.
“You okay?” he asks, stilling his finger on my clit and the one inside me.
“Mmhmm.”
It takes me a moment to realize that he’s not going to start moving.
I glance back at him. His brow is furrowed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you sure you want this?”
I soften my gaze. “Of course I’m sure. I want you inside me, like this.” I push back on his finger.
His eyes light up, like the striking of a match. “God, you look so fucking hot right now,” Liam rasps out the words.
He slides his finger out and then slowly slips it back in. He starts fucking my ass with his finger, and I have never felt more sexy and hot than I do right now.
He pinches my clit, making me cry out.
“More,” I tell him. “I need…more.” My own hand grabbing at my breast, I pinch my nipple.
“I’m gonna put two fingers in, baby. I need to get you ready for my cock.”
“Yes. Please.” I’m starting to feel mindless from the sensation.
His fingers are doing an amazing number on my clit.
His finger leaves my ass, and I whimper at the loss.
I hear the pumping of lube, and then I feel it running down my ass.
Liam’s fingers are back, teasing and probing. The push is firmer this time. Two fingers. I feel him rotating them as the tips of them start to slip inside me.
“Oh God,” I moan. My head dropping onto the pillow, I bite into it.
He slowly works his big fingers inside me, rotating and stretching and filling me, preparing me for his cock.
I’m panting into the pillow, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets, my body climbing toward what I just know is going to be an amazing orgasm.
“Jesus, Taylor, I could come just from looking at you like this…you on your hands and knees with my fingers up your ass. I’ve never seen anything hotter.”
His words, the sound of his voice…the feel of him inside me, his fingers teasing my clit…I’m so close to coming. My body is begging for all he can give me.