Free Because of His Past by Kelly Favor Page B

spoke.
    “I’m going to make you come until you
can’t come anymore, Grace.”   She
felt his hardness on her wet slit, pressing, the head
of his cock pushing easily through her outer folds.
    “Oh, oh,” she moaned, every muscle
tensing, it felt so amazing.   “Oh,
Liam.”
    “Is that all you have to say now?” he
laughed wickedly, his lips teasing her lips, and then he was full on kissing
her as he penetrated her pussy with his engorged cock.
    Before long, he was slowly fucking her,
and he was right—she was going to come again, so quickly that it was
almost an embarrassment.
    Her heart was pounding in her ribcage,
and she was moaning, and his mouth had taken over her mouth, breathing with
her, his cock slowly penetrating, then withdrawing, penetrating
again—stimulating her within an inch of an orgasm, before slowly
withdrawing again.
    She felt as though she might scream and
cry and laugh all at once.
    How could he tell so precisely what her
body felt?
    How did he know just what was happening?
    “Shit,” she cried out, as he slammed into
her with his hips, burying his cock all the way in and then beginning to fuck
her more quickly, rhythmically, hitting her clit, sucking her tits, and she
came—the orgasm was wild and frantic.
    Afterwards, she was gushing between her
legs—gushing from wanting him and being teased by him.   He pulled his cock out and slapped it on
her pussy, chuckling.   “Man, that
pussy is dripping.   Wow.” He slapped
the head of his cock over and over again on her pussy and she began thrashing.
    “Liam,” she cried out.
    “You love that, don’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re coming again, aren’t you?   Aren’t you?”   He stuffed his cock into her again, and
she did come, as if his very words could make it happen.
    He fucked her as she came again.   And then he slowed down, kissing her as
she tried desperately to catch her breath, tried to regain some sanity.
    How many orgasms was it?
    Could you die from too many of them at
once?
    I
might find out , she
thought, half in ecstasy, half in panic, as he started to move his hips in
small, perfect semi-circles, his hips pressing into her just so, his cock
penetrating just that right amount, his thumb working her clit as he continue
screwing her just the way she needed it, wanted it, had to have it.
    And she climaxed yet again, and this
time, it was truly an unstoppable force.   She was hoarse from crying out so loudly, and now she could feel his
excitement, which made her come that much harder.
    “Oh God, Grace, you’re wet,” he muttered,
and then he told her he was coming—and he fucked her and came inside her,
slamming his pelvis into hers until she was smiling with the joy of it, with
the sheer reckless abandon of the two of them together.
    When Liam was done, he rolled off and
then quickly untied her wrists, ankles, and took off her blindfold.
    They were naked on the bed, with these
long pieces of cloth tied to the bedframe and candles burning, and she looked
at him and he looked at her—and they both started laughing.
    It was easy laughter, and Grace thought
that it was right.
    This, she thought, was more than
right.   It felt better than good.
    “That was…something,” she said, unable to
find the words.
    “Come here,” he told her, lying up at the
top of the bed and motioning for her to lie in his arms.
    She did so, gladly curling her body up
into the crook of his arm, resting her head on his muscular, sweaty chest, as
he stroked her hair and ran his fingers up and down her shoulder and arm,
causing her to get goose bumps.
    Grace shivered.   “This feels amazing.”
    “Yeah,” he agreed.   “It does.”
    She looked up at him, kissing his
chest.   “Are you worried about what
will happen if anyone finds out about us?”
    “Not really.   I think worrying is more your
department.”
    “I’m kind of nervous.   My brother flipped out on me today when
he heard I was working at Red Jameson’s