Free Sweet Child of Mine by Billy London Page A

him deeper. He cupped the back of her head, his fingers dancing over the top of her spine as he began to draw out of her only to slam back in. She cried out, her body now frantic at the spot where his cock was rubbing.
    “You take me beautifully,” he murmured, lowering his head to trace kisses over her breasts. Her arms trembled with the pressure of keeping her body upright, and each time he pounded into her, her limbs nearly gave way. It was only the sheer strength in his arms that kept her as she was.
    “Hold onto me,” he commanded, stroking his dick in her slick canal. She did as she was told, her legs raised by her tiptoes, her breasts shaking with each thrust. He seemed mesmerised by the motion and every so often would lean down to suck one nipple. She let go, moaning as he stroked her pussy, rubbing the knot of flesh that was threatening to unleash a volcano of an orgasm. He tasted of her, sweet and creamy, and the scent mixed with his sweat and musk tightened her body in its entirety. She couldn’t kiss him hard enough. Pull him any harder to her. Groan any more in time with his movements inside her. Without withdrawing, he laid her back on the bed, and pulled her legs to his shoulders. He kneeled almost underneath her bottom, and her eyes widened as he slammed down into her to depths no one had ever reached before. Once to her wail of pleasure. Then again to a resounding shriek. His third thrust broke her completely.
    She kept coming while he drilled into her to his own satisfaction.
    Staring up at his damp face, she uncurled her legs from his shoulders and lay facedown on the bed. She really wanted to do that again. When she could move. If she could move.
    “Sweetheart?” he said gently, sounding out of breath.
    She lifted a hand and formed a thumbs-up. He laughed and she heard the snap of latex and the swing of her bin lid. Skin to sticky skin, he lay next to her, pressing a heaving kiss to her jaw.
    “You smell like me,” she warned.
    “Good! Why shouldn’t I?”
    “So think about the one other person you’re going to kiss good night...”
    “You realise you’ve just killed any chance of another hard-on?”
    She lifted her aching body to angle her mouth towards his cock. Nice to be assured how well-proportioned he was. She gently blew on his damp skin and was amazed when it twitched in response.
    “Come here,” he said gruffly, pulling her up the bed and on top of him. Comforted and comfortable, she felt herself drifting into sleep when a subtle beep sounded. She’d set an alarm for half ten. Her sense of organisation was costing her precious time with Liam. Lifting her head, she told him the time. “Seriously, go and wash your face.”
    He grinned and paused in the doorway. “A little while longer. Then we’ll be able to wake up together. It makes a difference.”
    “I know,” she said, drawing her knees to her chest and sending him a small smile. Goodness only knew what his mother would do if she discovered Abigail was corrupting him into abandoning his daughter for the night. He disappeared into the bathroom to clean himself up and she flopped back onto the bed.
    “Don’t get up,” he insisted as he returned from the bathroom with a towel around his waist and pulled on his clothes.
    “OCD,” she reminded him, wrapping a robe around her body.
    “You’re locking the door behind me,” he said. “Whatever makes you feel safe.”
    She followed him downstairs, unable to help feeling disappointed that he had to leave.
    “Thank you for tonight,” he said softly, gazing at her with an unreadable emotion that almost prompted her to tell him to stay. “I don’t normally put out so fast.”
    She laughed. “Me neither.” He grinned, his teeth pinching his lower lip. Leaning forward, they shared a light peck, which caught them both by surprise by how quickly it became intense. She felt movement below the belt of her robe and saw he’d unravelled it, revealing her nudity in the stark