Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,47

was in complete control, and from the look on his face, he was enjoying watching me struggle. I never gave control away during sex. Even if it was just him forcing my thighs together.

I felt like he knew it too. He knew that I was about to tell him that I didn’t want him to have it. As soon as I opened my mouth to tell him to let my legs go, his tongue moved over my clit and he sucked. My legs jerked beneath him, but they no longer gave a shit about where they were.

Everything inside of me just wanted more more more.

He continued sucking while alternating flicks of his tongue, and I had never had my pussy eaten like this before. The position he forced me into made me feel everything with more intensity. Every single touch was purposeful. Every swipe of his tongue meant to destroy me.

His hands moved from my thighs, up over my hips, and his fingers dug into my flesh as he held me down against the bed. I bit down on my forearm, trying like hell not to cry out as my orgasm raced through me. It was rapid and all-consuming, and Liam didn’t stop until he milked every ounce of pleasure from my body.

Just as I caught my breath, he flipped me over onto my stomach and ran his nose along my spine. He was still fully dressed behind me, and I was in nothing but my disheveled bra. It felt fitting somehow. He always seemed to have the advantage between us, and here I was once again, laying vulnerable before him.

“You are perfect.”

I could barely make out his words as he kissed the small of my back, but I heard them. Regardless of what he meant, those three words rang through me as I heard his zipper behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and he was staring down at me. He reached behind his neck, gripping his shirt in his hand, and he pulled it over his head in one quick movement. I didn’t dare take my eyes off him.

He pulled his cock out of his jeans, and he stared down at my ass as he ran it back and forth against me. I let out a soft moan as he hit my still sensitive pussy.

He gripped my hips in his hands and jerked me to my knees in one quick motion. I held my body up on my elbows, and Liam lined himself up behind me.

I half expected him to ask me if I was sure about this or if I wanted to change my mind, but he did neither. He was too far gone for any of that, and I was too far gone to stop him.

I would never stop him.

I could feel him pressed against me, and I looked down at my hands as I tried to stop myself from begging him to hurry. Every part of my body felt like it was a live wire.

“Look at me.” His command was soft but forceful, and I didn’t hesitate to look over my shoulder at where he stood. One of his hands was on my ass, spreading me open for him, and the other was lining himself up. “Your eyes stay on me.”

He didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he pushed inside of me, and I fought to keep my eyes open as my body adjusted to him.

He pushed into me slowly before pulling back out, and he was watching where our bodies connected as he pushed in and out. After a moment of adjusting, his hands moved to my hips and he slammed into me with a force that slammed the bed into the wall.

“Oh God.” I felt so full, so incredibly full, and I pushed back against him because I still craved more.

His pace picked up, and my elbows slipped out from under me. I buried my forehead against my hands just as one of his hands wrapped around the back of my neck. He continued to pound into me as his hand tightened, and I could feel myself tightening around him.

“Liam.” My body was thrumming, and I felt the need for something. I needed to touch him, to see him, for him to talk to me, something. I just needed to know that he was in this with me and felt as crazy with lust as I did.

He lifted me, pulling my back to his chest without disconnecting us, and his hand on my neck