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His eyes light up with excitement, and he walks me over to the chair, kisses me gently, then spins me around and bends me over it so my ass is up in the air.

He runs his palm along one of my ass cheeks, and then he slips his finger into my pussy again, making sure I’m still ready for his monster cock. I’m more than ready, and he pulls his finger out and spreads some of the moisture over my ass. I feel his cock against my clit first, and it sends a spark of need up my spine before he slides into me.

We both groan at the feel of being reconnected, and he stills inside of me. I glance at his reflection in the window, and his eyes are on mine. We hold that connection there as he starts to move.

“Your cunt is so wet, so hot,” he grunts. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this all day.”

I watch as he pulls his hand up and spits on his fingers before he reaches back down and slides one of them into my ass.

The full feeling of having him inside two places is enough to make me come undone. I reach down to rub my clit while he moves his finger in and out of my ass and his cock in and out of my pussy.

“You’re drenched for me, baby. You wanted this, too,” he murmurs.

“Oh, God, Liam, yes, yes!” I cry out. “God, yes, fuck me just like that.”

He leans down over me and presses soft kisses to my back as he fucks me.

“You love my cock in your cunt and my finger in your ass, don’t you?” he asks.

“I love it!” I pant. “I want your cum inside me.”

Whoa. I’m fairly certain those words have never left my mouth before, but something about Liam makes me lose all sense of everything except him.

“I’m going to fill this cunt, baby.” His words come between panting as he’s starting to lose control, and it’s so damn hot. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, and he starts to move faster. He adds a second finger into my ass, stretching it as he slams his hips against me over and over.

I start to lose control. It’s too good, too much, all over. I rub furiously at my clit, and I reach down and grasp his balls in my hand, massaging them as I feel them start to draw up. He hammers into me, grunts and groans filling the room, and he pulls his fingers from my ass so he can lean down and hold onto me as he races toward his peak.

“I’m fucking addicted to you already, Penny,” he whispers, and then he unravels. He freezes inside me for a beat, and the twitch of his cock before he explodes sends me straight into my own release as we each ride out the wave of pure and total bliss.

We’re two people screaming our way through a brutal and beautiful orgasm, his whispered plea playing over and over in my head with a sentiment I couldn’t agree more with.

It’s only been twice, and I’m already fucking addicted to him, too.

And that seems like it’s going to be a pretty big problem.

CHAPTER 11: Liam Bradley

Earrings

We spend the night tangled together, and I wake feeling ready to go again, but when I glance over at her side of the bed, it’s empty.

That’s when I hear the shower.

I debate going in and surprising her, but I check the time.

Shit!

Brunch starts in fifteen minutes, and I cannot remember the last time I slept until ten forty-five. I’m guessing Penny’s thinking the same thing.

We didn’t get back to the hotel until pretty late, but I still got somewhere around nine hours of sleep. I guess that’s Vegas for you. Or Penny. I wasn’t drunk, exactly, until I got back to her room and felt fucking wasted on her.

I should probably get over this addiction to her. Fucking her after inviting her to live with me was a stupid idea, but I can’t change it.

I shove those thoughts aside because I need to get back to my room so I can change clothes and get upstairs for brunch.

I find my clothes from last night scattered on the floor and put them on, and I hear the shower shut off as I finish getting dressed.

I head over and knock on the door.