counting the days until you let him inside your sweet arse again.” I blush any time he brings up anal, and I’m convinced that my blushing turns my kinky fiancé on even more. I turn to lie on my stomach, presenting my ass to Liam for the taking. I can feel him already climbing up my body. I can’t see him but I can hear the guttural sounds he makes and I can only imagine the ridiculous smile he must be sporting. He’s fondling my ass cheeks with both hands before starting to rub his dick along my crack. I wait for him to begin probing my hole when he suddenly bypasses my ass and goes straight into my drenched pussy; with one hard thrust, he shoves himself fully inside of me.
“I’m too horny to try and cram into your arse right now, I need that cunt to squeeze me tight, love,” he exclaims, panting while working his cock in and out of me. “I’ll try to last a bit longer; I wanna see you come in this position.”
I imagine how fucking sexy he must look straddling and working me from behind. I don’t think he can last long with me in this position, and I love that I can make him lose control. He moves slowly in and fully out of me with a pop, slapping my ass every few minutes, and getting himself and me going from the sound his dick makes every time he reenters my pussy.
“I bloody love watching my cock disappear into your cunt,” he informs me. He lets go of my ass cheeks and lowers his body to find my sensitive, overfilled breasts. “This baby is gonna make your tits huge. I’ll be fucking you all day,” he adds breathlessly, already picking up the speed. He holds himself up with one arm, and without changing his glorious rhythm, he starts massaging my clit with his other hand. I’m close, if he goes even a hair faster, I’ll come, but I don’t want to come, I want more. I want him to keep going, keep ramming into me, keep rubbing, keep kissing down my neck. I can’t seem to get enough of him, and it’s three, two, one…
“Liam, I’m coming, fuck, Liam…don’t stop,” I yell, holding on to the headboard as he hugs me flush against him and lets me ride out my orgasm. We’re both covered with sweat, and even after he feels my body begin to go limp, he keeps patting and thumping on my clit with his hand like a drum because he’s not done with me.
“Are you ready to go for a ride, love?” The question is rhetorical, because he doesn’t have to ask; I’m always willing and ready to ride with him. I look back and nod, acknowledging that the gentle portion of our lovemaking has ended and the rough ride will now begin. He pushes my upper body down and with my ass propped in the air he starts fucking me like a jackhammer. Once he starts thrusting into me, he can’t stop—he becomes possessed. I reach under to fondle his balls, which drives him mad until it’s three, two, one… “Oh, fucking Lord! Oh fucking, baby…ah, yeah…ah…SARA!” And he flops.
He rests his whole weight on top of me and there’s no doubt that I love this predictable fool more than life. I stay quiet, letting him crush me into the mattress because he’s not fully coherent after climaxing. If I were to ask him for my own island right now, no doubt he’d say “Ace.”
Liam rolls off of me ten minutes later saying, “I can’t believe I get you for four uninterrupted weeks. No meetings, no court, no one taking away my ballerina. Just us, love.” He continues to talk as my cell phone starts to vibrate on the nightstand. He spoke too soon. “Don’t answer! I didn’t finish you off yet. I need to kiss kitty for being rough. I’m sure it has to do with the wedding anyway, and whatever it is it can wait.”
“No, it’s seven in the morning. Nobody would call this early unless it was important. Don’t be a child, I need to get it.” I’m already reaching for my phone as I see Jeff’s name with JJ’s picture flashing. I leap off the bed to answer the phone as my heart stops beating at the thought of something bad happening to our kids.
“Jeff, what’s wrong?” I say, with fear gripping my voice.