Chapter 44: Chapter 44
Liam walks to the door and opens it slowly after Mitch has left, while I am left wondering how those clangorous, ill-mannered bitches will act inside this house. It was not bad enough that our plans were ruined, but now we also have to deal with those shameless parrots. How bad can this night ever be? I curse this witch.
I hopelessly walk to the couch, mentally howling a million curses at this witch. She is such a joy killer. rotten bitch. And she dares to ask me for a favor? That was something I never would have anticipated. To hell with her and her fucking friends.
Liam walks back and makes his way to the couch. I anticipated him to sit far away from me, but to my surprise, the next thing I know, he is crashing his lips savagely on mine, chewing my lips, and caressing my body like his wife is not in all probability at the door with her bunch of mannerless friends. And me, with my desires, nudging him off doesn’t cross my mind until after a minute when the noises from the outside increase. I pull away, keeping his face between my palms as we sample some air.
I can feel his bludge stroking me atop. He is even moving his hips to make the stroking easier, causing my pussycat to throb with desire.
“We will be dead if they catch us this way.” I say between labored breathing.
Funny how I am worried, yet I have my leg hooked around his waist, pinning my needy front to his for better contact.
“She will probably take five minutes to show them around the compound. We can use that to soothe this fire a little. Please?” He hoarses, his eyes turning into a crimson of lust.
Five minutes? I am used to long rides! Five minutes is close to zero minutes, according to my thirsty self. And then, what if they find us still battling to balance our emotions? Or walk into a house reeking of sex? Or sit on our chairs on the couches? Or better still, budge in on us while lost in the climax as we moan each other’s names with him thrusting beastly in me? Jeez!
“One minute is gone!” He says this when I seem lost in my own wild thoughts.
“We can make use of the other four!” I mutter without even thinking as I crash my lips on his, never minding how risky this is.
He pulls his shorts halfway down and pulls my dress up while we still continue kissing. I lift my buttocks up to ease his battle to move my pants to the side. His hard cock is already out and seeking entrance which it finds with utter ease.
He pushes it in in one go and starts thrusting fast and rough while we pull away from the kiss.
“I am sorry, we have to do it this way, baby!” He says this between suppressed moans and the battle for breath.
The speed is increasing as more pleasure builds in. My legs are wrapped around his waist as my walls clench tightly. The quickie seems more satisfying than I could have fathomed.
“I am okay.” I whimper as my eyes close to the pleasure, and at the same time, we hear the noises approaching the door.
Curse these enemies of pleasure! I should push him away so that we can have time to fix ourselves, but how can I when the climax is at its edge?
While still thrusting up and down as he draws us into climax, he lifts me off the couch and stands on his feet, his hands dropping to my bum and digging his nails into it. My hands drape around his neck tightly as he guides me to meet his thrusts halfway. I am so lost in the pleasure of asking what he is doing. I concentrate on the pleasure he is giving and prove myself not a deadbeat as I continue thrusting, biting his neck to suppress my moans from escaping.
I also still manage to count his slow but long strides. I open my weak, burning eyes and realize that he is walking us to the kitchen. He kicks the door open with his foot and kicks it back when we are in. He places me in the space beside the sink.
My head leans back with pleasure as he vents his beastly lust into me as we climax together. As our juice spews out, we are biting our lips to suppress the moans, while those cursed soils open the door.
Did they open it or actually kick it? All the same, I feel so fresh and satisfied. I would love for us to continue, but I know I would be asking for the impossible at the moment.
I am all soaked. I might need to go straight to my room to change if I don’t want to let our little secrets out. Liam pulls his shorts up, pulls me down, and fixes my dress and hair.
“Liam?” That witch calls from the seat.
I snap at Liam, who looks so flat. He has embraced handling situations with so much calmness that I admire him so much.
“Thank you, Lynn. Thank you, babe!” He whispers, his hand tracing my belly while the other hugs my neck from behind as he gives me a deep kiss. “I love you.” He whispers again as we pull away.
"I love you. Our baby and I love you so much.” I whisper back, and he gives me a lustful glance.
He still hasn’t shaken off the lust expression. His eyes look so sexy, filled with lust. I love them. But I am the only one entitled to this look. I wonder whether he will be able to shake it off before walking out.
“I am sorry, we missed out today. I will make it up to you and our child.” He says, caressing my belly.
“We understand! Now we need to get out of here before that witch storms in here.” I say, pecking his lips, which he turns into a short kiss.
“I will go first. Take a moment to relax, okay?” He asks, reaching for a glass.
I also need one. That marathon dried my throat.
“Okay, but wipe off that look in your eyes. That is meant for my eyes only.” I tease as he hands me the glass of water and serves himself one with a sexy smug.
He is so caring. He knows exactly what I need in this world without even asking. This rare gem I have not only claimed and marked, but I have also possessed. He is mine alone. Forever. And ever. Even in eternity.
“Don’t worry, babe, nobody will get a hint of what a fucking,” he checks his watch, “heated 6 minutes we had. I loved it. And I love you.” He winks and walks out, leaving me beaming with rosiness.