Chapter 30 Mess
Liam Carter
Ava is a mess beneath me. Her body is flushed, her breathing ragged, and her lips swollen from my kisses. But she’s still glaring at me, that fire in her eyes refusing to die out. But now? Now it’s mixed with something else.
Want. Need. Desperation.
She’s not going to stop me.
Not when she’s gripping my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life. Not when her legs are wrapped around my waist, keeping me close like she’s terrified I’ll pull away.
Not when she’s this fucking wet.
I slide my hand between us, fingers slipping through her slick wetness, and she gasps, arching into my touch. My cock is throbbing, aching to be inside her, but I take my time, dragging my fingers through her folds, teasing her, feeling just how soaked she is for me.
“Liam,” she breathes, her voice trembling, with her body jerking with every slow stroke of my fingers.
I smirk against her neck, kissing the soft skin there, sucking just enough to leave a mark. I want her to feel this tomorrow. I want her to wake up and remember exactly who made her fall apart. Who got her legs shaking and who made her pussy ache for more
"Look at you," I murmur, my lips brushing against her jaw as I slide another finger inside her. Her body clamps down instantly, gripping me so tightly I groan, pressing my forehead against hers. "So tight. So fucking wet and perfect."
"Shut up and fuck me." She whimpers, her nails digging into my back.
I chuckle, moving my fingers in slow, lazy thrusts, watching her squirm. "You sure you can handle that, Snowflakes? Last time this happened, you couldn’t walk to the door"
She glares at me, panting, her hips grinding down against my hand.
"Try me."
I remove my fingers, licking them clean just to watch her reaction. She watches me, lips parted, eyes dark with lust. She looks so fucking wrecked already, and I haven’t even given her the main event yet.
I line myself up, teasing her entrance, dragging the tip of my cock through her dripping pussy. She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, and for a second, I just stare down at her.
Ava.
She’s under me, wanting me.
Everything about this is fucking perfect.
"Last chance," I murmur, holding her gaze. "Tell me to stop."
She glares again, lifting her hips, trying to push herself onto me. "Shut up and own me, Liam."
I groan, gripping her hips and slamming into her in one deep, smooth thrust.
She cries out, back arching, nails scraping down my spine as I bury myself inside her heat. She’s tight, hot, perfect. So fucking perfect.
Oh fuck!
I drop my head, groaning against her neck, trying to hold on to whatever ounce of control I have left. But she’s already squeezing around me, her body gripping me like she was made for this, and I can barely fucking breathe.
"God, Snowflakes," I mutter, pulling back just to thrust into her again, setting a slow, deep pace. "You feel so fucking good."
She’s gasping, moaning, her body rocking with each thrust, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Faster," she breathes. "Liam, please…"
Fuck. She’s begging. Begging.
I lose it.
I grip her thighs, pushing them back, spreading her wider as I slam into her, hitting deep, watching her eyes roll back. Her moans are loud, needy, breathless. She’s falling apart, and I’m the one doing this to her.
I lower myself, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I fuck her harder, my hips driving into her with deep, relentless strokes. She feels so fucking good, so tight, and when she cries out my name, her body trembles, I know she’s close.
"Ava," I growl, my hands tightening on her hips. "Come for me, baby."
She gasps, her body tensing, her back arching as she shatters around me, moaning my name like it’s the only thing she knows. I groan, thrusting through it, chasing my own high, and when her nails dig into my skin, her body still pulsing around me, I lose it, burying myself deep and coming so hard I see fucking stars.
We stay like that for a moment, panting, my body covering hers, both of us too wrecked to move. I press a lazy kiss to her shoulder, letting my breathing even out.
She shifts beneath me, a soft, satisfied hum leaving her lips.
"So, was that what you had in mind when you stormed in here, yelling at me?" I smirk.
"Shut up." She snorts, swatting at my chest.
I chuckle, rolling onto my side and pulling her with me, keeping her pressed against me. "I’m serious. You looked real mad."
"I was mad." She huffs but doesn’t pull away.
I kiss her forehead. "And now?"
She pauses, and for a second, I think she won’t answer. Then she exhales, nuzzling closer.
"Now I’m sleepy."
I laugh, pulling her even closer. "That’s what I thought."
She doesn’t respond, but the way she melts against me, her breath slowing, tells me everything I need to know.
She’s mine.
And I’m never letting her go.