Chapter 132 Fucking Me Against The Wall
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I whimpered, my hips bucking uselessly. I needed more. Needed him to touch me. Needed anything.
He must have seen it, the desperation in my eyes, because his other hand dropped, big palm wrapping around my leaking cock.
I cried out around him, the sound coming out broken even to my own ears and I knew i was gone.
Ruined for any other person.
He stroked me once, twice, rough and fast, matching the rhythm of his hips.
My whole body shook. I was already so close, had been since the moment I saw him jerking off. His fist felt huge around me, calloused, perfect.
He pulled out of my mouth suddenly, leaving me gasping, spit stringing from my lips to his cock.
“Up,” he ordered, his voice gravel and smoke.
I scrambled to my feet, legs shaky. Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around, pressed my chest to the cold tile wall.
His big body caged me in from behind. One arm banded across my chest. The other hand slid down, rough fingers finding my hole, circling, pressing.
“You ever been fucked before?” he asked against my ear, beard scraping my neck.
I shook my head, panting. “No. Never.”
He made a low, hungry sound. “Gonna be the first. Fucking love that.”
I felt him reach for something. Shower gel, probably. Then his slick fingers were pushing inside me, one, then two, stretching me open.
I moaned loudly, not a bit of shame in sight, pushing back onto his hand.
“Greedy little thing,” he muttered, adding a third finger, scissoring me wider.
It burned. It felt so fucking good.
Then his fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt head of his cock.
He didn’t go slow.
He pushed in steady, relentless, inch by thick inch until his hips met my ass and he was buried to the hilt.
I screamed, half pain and half pleasure, my head falling back against his shoulder as I groaned loudly. “Oh Fuckkk. Liam, oh fuck.”
He held still for a second, letting me adjust, breathing hard against my neck.
“You okay?” he rasped.
I nodded enthusiastic. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
That was all he needed.
He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. Hard.
I saw stars.
He fucked me against the wall like he owned me with deep, punishing thrusts that banged my whole body. His hand wrapped around my cock again, stroking me in rhythm with his hips.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna mark you. Make you mine.”
The words sent me over the edge.
I came hard, crying out his name, cum shooting across the tile while he kept pounding into me.
He didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. Just fucked me through it, chasing his own release.
A few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, groaning low and rough as he came inside me, hot and thick, flooding me.
We stayed like that for a long minute, panting and shaking as the water still pouring over us.
His arms were around me now, holding me up as the aftershocks of it all raked through my body.
He pressed a slow, almost gentle kiss to the back of my neck.
Then he whispered, voice wrecked as he said the words, “This isn’t over, kid.”
And I knew he was right.
And God did I want that so badly