Page 109 of A Beastologist's Field Notes of Fated Affection
“I want you to look into my eyes while you take all of me. Do you want that?”
I nodded, whimpering.
Slowly, he pulled me deeper. I focused on relaxing my throat, pushing past the gag reflex as I took as much as I could. “Almost there. Can you take a little more?”
I nodded again. My breathing sped up; wetness pooled between my thighs; my nipples hardened beneath my dress.
Liam moved his hips at the same time he pulled me forward, pressed against his pubic bone. I panted through my nose, eyes watering.
“Good girl,” he said, looking down at me. “So pretty on your knees for me.”
I almost came from those words alone.
Then, he moved. Not hard, he was still gentle. But he was absolutely in control, holding my head while he thrust himself down my throat.
“Fuck, Cerise.” Liam moved faster while I sucked and moved my tongue, trying to make him come undone like he had to me.
I moaned around his cock and he jerked at the vibrations, moving faster. He was close, I could feel the way he tried to fight against it. I swirled my tongue and moaned again.
His voice was hoarse as he said, “I’m going tocome down your throat and you’re going to swallow every single drop. Do you understand?”
I whimpered, nodding. That was exactly what I planned on doing. Seconds later, his rhythm stuttered and he pulsed inside my mouth, coming with something like a growl and a shout. I took all of it, swallowing the warmth and taking pride in giving Liam so much pleasure.
He pulled me off, both of us heaving.
“Fuck, sunshine.”
He took my hand and helped me up, pulling me into a brutal kiss as his fingers moved to the zipper on the back of my gown. He pulled it down, trailing kisses along my neck and shoulder as he went.
“Why Cerise…where in the world are your panties?” he asked, tossing my dress to the side and walking me backward toward the bed with his hands on my hips.
“Some scoundrel stole them.”
His lips met mine again as pressed me down on the sheets, crawling on top of me. Our tongues tangled, both of us moaning. His lips moved along my jaw, to the shell of my ear.
“I bet he was a handsome scoundrel.”
I giggled. “Quite handsome.”
He moved lower, feathering kisses along my shoulder, my collar bone, the center of my breasts. Lips closing around a nipple, he sucked hard. I arched my back with a whimper.
“And he’s good with his fingers, I assume?” he asked, lips moving lower, kissing along my stomach as he grazed my clit with his thumb.
“Yes…” I moaned.
“How good?” he asked, slipping a finger inside me.
“So…so…good.”
“Mmmm…” he hummed, settling on his knees on the floor.
Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he yanked me to the edge of the bed. “And I bet he’s good with his tongue…”
He dove forward, licking along my entire sex.
“Yes!” I cried out, my head falling back onto the bed.
Liam swirled his tongue around my clit, stretching me with one, then two, then three fingers, working me with groans of appreciation. He didn’t let up. Didn’t come up for air as he brought me closer to the edge.
