Page 24 of Love ’em or Liam

“Goddamn, Wren, you’re drenched.” His voice is edged with reverence.

His thumb brushes over my clit in a circular motion.

“Don’t think,” he says. “Just feel. My cock is already dripping for you, ready to be sheathed inside your wet heat.”

“Oh God,” I groan. Everything inside me is tightening.

“Yeah, you like the idea of me wanting you that badly? Did you like it the other night when you made me come in my pants like a damn horny teen?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

His fingers are patient as he works my body with a touch so exact, it feels like we’ve always been doing this.

Then my body clenches. Spins, and then breaks apart.

“God, watching you fall apart is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groans. Then he curses.

“What?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” I say quickly. “Have been for years. You don’t need one. And I got tested after I found out Colt was cheating. I never let him touch me after that.”

Relief floods his features. “I haven’t been with anyone in years. Haven’t wanted to.”

“Make me yours completely, Liam.”

He lowers himself down, positioning his dick at my entrance. When he finally pushes inside, I gasp. He’s definitely stretching me. I’m full in a way I’ve never been and everything about it feels right and perfect.

“You were made for me,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck, Songbird, how are you still so fucking tight? ”

“I had a C-section with Keller and Colt was no where near as big as you. In length or girth.”

He laughs and it makes his cock vibrate inside me. I hike my legs up and wrap them around his hips.

His thrusts are slow at first, then they become stronger, harder, faster.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Fuck me. I want to fill you up, wife. I want to paint the insides of your womb with my seed and make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Yes, yes, do all of that.” Somehow the base of his cock is hitting my clit with every thrust and it doesn’t take long before I’m having the orgasm to end all orgasms. “I’m coming!”

“Yeah, I feel you. Squeezing me so goddamn good.” He thrusts once, twice more—and then I feel him spill inside me, his groan muffled against my throat. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Holy shit, that was unreal,” I say.

“If you’re still not a true believer, we’ll have to do it again.”

“Oh, in that case, yes, I will require some more evidence before I’m a true believer.”

chapter

twelve

Liam

Gravel crunches beneath the tires of my extended cab as I turn into the makeshift parking lot at Great Dane’s Dog Sanctuary.