gathered, and this time, even greater than before. “Please, more,” she sobbed, “harder. I almost…”
He hammered her with hard, primal fucks. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She came. Fireworks exploded before her eyes. Her ears rang. Breath cut off from her lungs. She gasped. Panted. Her body quaked as a powerful tide of climax washed over her.
Liam fucked her once, twice and thrice more before he surrendered. She could feel his cock spasm in her depths, ejaculating. Her pussy clenched in return, milking him to his last drop.
They panted together until the last tide of ecstasy ebbed away. Liam rolled off her. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. Eva snuggled closer. “That was amazing.”
Liam laughed. “It’s been a while.”
“Me too. Are you always this amazing?”
“I don’t know. We could try again.”
“I’d love seconds. And thirds. And fourths…”
“God, you’re a sex maniac.”
“Don’t blame me, you made me like this.”
Liam caught her smiling. “What?”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I’m going to marry a dragon. How cool is that?”
The End
About the Author
Lizzie Lynn Lee was a guitarist, receptionist, executive assistant, tarot reader, boutique owner and graphic artist before she discovered writing is her dream job. The advantage is she can do it in her pajamas and socks. She’s an incurable chatterbox, heavy metal aficionado, book worm, digital enthusiast and a night owl since most of her stories were done in the wee hours of the morning because of her caffeine-induced insomnia. These days she still plays her guitar whenever she gets bored, staring at her computer’s screen or plotting the most elaborate scheme of world domination. Fortunately, she has a chronically short attention span.
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