Scoring Wilder(85)

He backed up, disconnecting my hand, so that he could unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. His sensuous muscles made him look aggressive, rugged, and untamable. His tattoos drew over the sharp contours and I wanted to reach my hand out and trace each black line.

His hands reached down to unbuckle his belt and I watched with rapt attention as he pulled the black leather out of the loops. His wicked grin told me he knew what I was thinking. I could feel my cheeks flush with color as he unbuttoned his trousers, but he didn't unzip them yet. He came to stand between my legs.

He was already taller than me, but when I was lying down, our proportions were thrown off even more. I felt small and helpless, especially when he reached down and peeled my panties down my legs.

I lifted my hips so that he could drag them lower and I knew he could see all of me from that angle. His gaze focused between my legs and he practically licked his lips as he bent down to have a quick taste. I wasn't prepared for his tongue and I bucked my hips as his lips hit my bundle of nerves. It was too much too soon, and I gently twisted my hips, trying to dull the intense sensation.

He wasn't having it. His strong arms pressed my thighs apart on the couch so that I was completely bared to him. He stared up at me as his tongue stroked up and down, working me into a frenzy of passion and lust.

I couldn't wait any longer. I dragged my toes up his trousers. He was rock hard and I wanted to know what he'd feel like deep inside me. I wanted to wrap myself around him and scream his name.

"Greedy little thing," he accused with a dark smirk. He swatted my foot away and took one more taste before standing back to his full height. He reached into his back pocket, retrieved a condom, and then finally pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the ground. I'd seen him before, but this angle magnified every single inch of his smooth skin. He expertly rolled on the condom and then he wrapped his strong hands around my thighs.

I squealed as he tugged my body to the end of the couch so that my ass was right on the edge. He separated my legs and bent his knees until he was positioned perfectly.

"Do you want this, baby?" he asked with a sharp tone.

I nodded instantly. It wasn't a question I had to consider. "Yes," I said, begging him to sink into me.

His stomach muscles clenched in tandem as he positioned himself at my entrance. I tried to take in everything at once. His bulging arms, his strong thighs, his divine lips, and his dark eyes that were focused directly on what was going on between us.

When he slid into me I moaned his name, and he didn't stop until he was pressed in to the hilt.

"Fuck," he growled, dragging the word out so that it rolled down my spine and made my toes curl.

Once he was in me, there was no going back. Liam wasn't a slow and steady type of guy. He was a world-class athlete whose body was made for professional level sporting events. I was learning in that moment that it was also made for professional-level f*cking. He slid in and out of me, standing up and leveraging himself into me. The angle gave him so much control and I couldn't temper the soft cries that fell out of my mouth every time he pulled out and sank back into me.

He reached down and grabbed my arms. "Flip over, baby," he commanded. He lifted my body and spun me around so that I was on my hands and knees on the soft leather.

He immediately sank back into me as if he couldn't handle the few seconds of transition. His hands gripped the edge of my hips hard as he pounded into me again and again. I was losing my mind with each thrust and I was helpless to try and cling onto my sanity. He stroked me to the rhythm of his hips. I came hard, pressing back onto him.

"Oh, god, that felt so f*cking good. I could feel you clenched so tight around me," he murmured, readjusting us again so that he was lying down on his back and I was sitting on top of him. It felt deliciously sexy to ride him like that. I liked being on top, commanding his pleasure like he'd just commanded mine.

I gripped his knees and pulled myself off of him slowly before letting my weight push me back down. I felt him shudder every time I did it, and his dark, husky groans fueled me forward.

"That's it. Push yourself down onto me. Ride me, baby," he ordered.

I did just as he said, slowing our pace to a maddening rate. His hands were gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. He let me move up and down a few more times, but then I knew I'd pushed him too far. He gripped my hips and took the power back as he started pounding into me from below. I was forced to take it as he yanked my hair so that my back arched.

"Yes, right there," I told him as I felt him stroke the spot that threatened to make me scream. I felt wild and hot. Our heavy breathing intermingled. Our skin was slapping together in a symphony of delicious sound.

"Liiaammm..." I dragged as he continued to push into me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. His fingers circled once. Twice. And then I was coming again, harder and longer than the first time. He kept pounding into me, chasing my orgasm with his own. Just as my pleasure was starting to wane, I felt him come, hot and hard inside of me. I knew that if he wasn't wearing a condom he would have coated me from the inside out. The idea made me shiver with lust.

"Kinsley," he groaned over and over again until finally we were laying there in silence. I'd fallen back onto him so that my hair fell around his neck. His chest rose and fell beneath me, carrying me up and down.

We laid like that until our breathing eventually returned to normal. It was clear a monumental road had just been crossed and neither one of us was ready to get up yet.