75

NORA

My head bobbed up and down with my nod, fingers fumbling as I frantically tried to get Liam inside me.

Of course, he was enjoying every bit of this moment, chuckling and acting like we had all the time in the world.

I desperately tried to grind against him for some sort of friction. But he grabbed my hips to halt my movements, whispering in my ear in a low and menacing voice, “Be a good girl,”

I could feel the wetness slicking the insides of my thighs from his words, tossing my head back as his mouth latched onto my neck once again. His hands set fire to my skin as he ran them down my breasts, settling them on my hips once again.

A small cry blended with his name escaped my lips.

“Tell me if it's too much,” he ordered, making sure I was comfortable as he bent me over the island.

My forearms pressed into the smooth marble as I nodded.

I barely completed my nod before I felt him bunch up my skirt around my waist. The cool air slapped against my newly exposed flesh, drawing a breathless plea from my lips as it pulsed with need.

“You're so wet for me, Sunshine,” Liam had directed his words to me, but it sounded more like he was talking to himself.

Mortification bloomed as I took the position we were in. My ass was hanging in the air, all bare for Liam to see. But before the embarrassment had any time to spread, the feel of the man behind me sharply slamming into me overtook it.

I cried out, eyes bouncing around the rest of the empty kitchen. I silently hoped none of the realtor's were still hanging around and that they'd all driven home because this would definitely scar them for a while.

But I didn't have time to dwell on that because Liam was now settling into a comfortable position for us both.

“Are you good?” he asked.

“Yeah,”

“Alright. "Grab onto something,” that was the warning I got before he pulled out and thrust into me once again.

Soft cries intertwined with louder ones escaped my throat as we fell into a brutal rough rhythm.

The erotic sound of our skins slapping against each other filled the room, accompanied by Liam's ragged grunts. I could feel my skin begin to dampen as he hurried the pace, slamming into me like he was desperate for me.

His hands grabbed the sides of my body, caressing the curves with a gentleness that juxtaposed the roughness he fucked me with.

I could hear him curse under his breath as my warm flesh pulsed and tightened around him.

The excitement of the moment built up, mixing with the desire and pleasure that I was getting high off of. I could feel his long, nimble fingers trace lower, a shudder of breath drifting past my lips as he ran them over my clit.

I let out a small scream.

I was already on the edge and a touch like that would tip me completely over. Desperate, I met his thrusts with equally rough thrusts of my own.

A small groan intertwined with a laugh drifted up my ears. “Easy,” he directed, running his fingers over my clit with more intention.

The loud cry that flew out my mouth as my orgasm tore through me was damn near embarrassing, but we were both too engrossed in ourselves to care.

Breathless, my body weakened, my head spinning from the intensity of my release.

But Liam wasn't ready to let me go. He thrust deeper into me as though there was a crevice he still hadn't reached. Anymore and I would feel him in my cervix.

“Don't stop, keep going,” Liam said, his voice gravelly and dangerous.

I complied, meeting his thrusts with mine once again. My fingers slipped on the smooth marble, but his hold on me was enough to keep me steady.

The intensity of it all, the dirtiness of this position, combined with the aftermath of my first release was too much for me to handle. The onset of another climax ripped a more guttural wail from my throat and I felt it zap through my body as Liam’s expert fingers flicked my clit.

“I can't, I can't,” I cried out, feeling my arms give out from underneath me.

But Liam wasn't done with me. “One more,” he said, his voice rough and strained as his thrusts picked up.

Just when I thought I'd give up and collapse, another tear-jerking orgasm ripped through me, causing my insides to throb around Liam’s dick.

He groaned, his chest heaving with deep breaths as I turned to look at him. Sometime between banging me over the counter, his jacket had come off. He was standing behind me in a crisp white shirt, buttons undone to expose the upper part of his chest.

“You did so well,” he leaned in to kiss me, before letting me collapse in a spent mess on the counter.

I heard his soft chuckle as he pulled out, and groaned when I felt his mouth latch onto my inner thigh.

“Liam,” I gasped, stunned but so turned on once again. He made a guttural noise in the back of his throat, silencing me as his tongue lapped at my skin and the pulsating heat of my center.

I kept my eyes closed, relishing the feel of his tongue on such a sensitive spot. It ignited a fresh wave of desire in my belly, but before we could explore it, he pulled back, tugging my skirt down.

I lifted my head, frustrated and sad. “Don't pout,” Liam warned, voice low and tempting as he kissed my lips. I tasted myself on his. “Or you’re going to make me fuck you again,”

A blush crept up my neck as I pushed off the island, trying to get my hair into something other than the mess it was in.

“And as much as I'd like that,” he stroked my face, a lazy smile stretching his lips, “We've got to get back to town.”