Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,6

arch, and he only intensified the movement when he lifted my dress above my hips and pulled them further back against him.

I spread my feet apart, giving myself better stability, and I almost died as I stood there in that position waiting for him to touch me.

He ran his hand over my ass, taking his time to trace every curve, and by the time he finally reached the seam of my thighs, I was practically panting. His fingers touched the edge of my panties, and I jolted forward, not quite ready for his touch while simultaneously begging for it.

“How wet are you?” he said into my ear, his body pressing into me, as he teased me along my panties. “Do I need to eat this pussy before I fuck you or are you already ready for me?”

I shook my head, but I didn’t know why. What was I saying? No, I didn’t need him to put his mouth on me because I was already dripping wet for him, or no, I couldn’t live another moment until he did?

His hand finally slipped under the thin fabric of my thong, and my soft moan met his the moment his skin touched mine.

“So fucking wet.” He slid his finger over my clit, spreading the moisture as he went before his hand slid out of my panties and I felt like I was going to die.

I felt him shift behind me, and I took a deep breath as I waited for him to slide inside me. But just as my panties slipped to the side, I felt his tongue against my pussy from behind and my hands almost fell from the wall.

If anyone found us right now, there would be no denying what we were doing. There would be no getting out of it, but I didn’t want to get out of anything. I never wanted to get out of the way Liam was making my body feel or the way his tongue was moving against my skin like he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger.

“Oh God.” I dropped my elbows to the house and pressed my forehead against the cool exterior as I tried to focus on holding myself upright just as his teeth grazed my clit. “Liam.” I didn’t know why I was saying his name. I didn’t want him to stop, but I also knew this entire damn wedding was about to hear me scream if he didn’t.

He didn’t care though.

He gripped my shaking thighs in his hands and continued to lick me without abandon.

I pressed my mouth against my forearm, and I used my own skin to muffle my cries as my orgasm stormed through my body and my knees began to give out below me.

I didn’t need to worry though. Liam caught me, moving his body behind mine, his arm around my waist.

I had barely caught my breath, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. All of him. Every bit that he was willing to give.

If his hurried touches and rushed breaths were any indication, he wanted me too.

And there was nothing that made me feel more powerful.

I spun toward him, my shoulders still pressing against the house, and I lifted my dress just above my hips as he watched, entranced. For a moment, I thought he was going to do nothing but stare at me, and I was sure I was a sight. I could feel the flush on my chest and my face from what he had just done to me, and I knew he could see the wild want in my eyes. There was no chance of me hiding it.

He leaned forward, his mouth possessing mine, and even though it wasn’t a thought that I wanted to have, I knew that I had never been kissed like this before.

I worked his belt buckle as fast as I could, desperate to get more from him, and the way his fingers were rushing over my skin proved him to be just as eager.

It was the moment I had been waiting for since I first laid eyes on him. I was finally going to fuck Liam out of my system, scratch that itch that had seemed to take over my every thought.

My hand slipped under his slacks, and he breathed my name in a way that made my toes curl as my hand tightened around him.

He started to say something, a plea, begging me to stop, or a declaration of love, I