material of my dress and my shoulders and he pushes the dress off my body, letting it fall to the floor, pooling at my feet. I step out of my dress and away from Liam. I turn to face the man that has been in every sex dream I have had for the past ten years and know that he will make every dream come true.
He will make me feel alive.
He will make me feel sexy.
He will do everything to me that I have ever dreamed about.
Having Liam in my bed again is truly a dream come true.
Liam
The night started out amazing, talking to Penny made my heart skip a beat. Hearing her talk about Connie, telling me things she did as a baby and a toddler, also made my heart ache. I need to man the fuck up and ask her about Connie’s father. But I am also a selfish bastard when it comes to her and my cock. I don’t want to piss her off just incase she won’t let me get balls deep inside her.
Stripping her of her dress and watching as she turns to face me with pure, unadulterated desire in her eyes makes my cock double in size, if that is possible.
“Baby, come here,” I demand, my voice taking on a gravelly tone. She bites the corner of her lip but does what she is told. Yeah, my Bambi likes to be commanded. Good to know. “This...” I run the pad of my thumb over her tight nipple that is trying its best to break through the fabric of her lace bra. “ Is asking to be sucked. To be licked. To be bitten. Do you want that, babe?” She closes her eyes and nods her head. Her breathing has picked up the pace and I can see how turned on she is by the flush of red creeping up her chest. I reach around her and unhook her bra, and slowly remove it from her body; a body like hers should not be covered up. I drop to my knees and lay a kiss on her stomach, a place where she grew Connie and gave her life. I kiss my way across her belly, and lower to where her knickers cover up her skin. I run my wet tongue along flesh and watch as the goosebumps appear.
“Liam.” She pants my name.
“Yeah, Bambi?”
“Lower. I want your mouth lower,”
“Is this what you want, baby?” I say, then kiss her pussy over the lace material. She shivers and places a hand on my head. I keep laying kisses over her material covered pussy and run my hands up her toned legs. Her skin feels like satin under my rough hands. Working as a roadie I have felt up many women but none of them compare to my Bambi. God I could stay here with her and touch her skin night and day.
“You know it is, Liam. I have waited too bloody long to have you again. Please, take me,” she pants out. I chuckle at her words, loving that they come out in a breathy way. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slowly peel them down her body. She rests her hands on my shoulders using me to balance herself as she steps out. I look up at her in all her pure perfection. Standing above me, naked as the day she was born and I thank the Lord for bringing Penny Miller back into my life.
Her skin is covered in a pink blush, her pussy is almost completely bare. She has the most perfect trimmed strip of hair leading to the perfect place for tasting. I lean in and run my tongue through her pink pussy. Tasting her, savouring her. Shit, she tastes so damn good.
I stand up and pick up my girl before laying her gently on her bed, careful to keep her arse on the edge. I drop to my knees again and lower my head between her legs. Her taste needs to be on my tongue. Her pussy is all pink and puffy. Shining with arousal and smelling un-fucking-believable. I cover her pussy with my mouth and circle her clit with my tongue. I run my hands up and down her thighs, keeping them spread wide open for me. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” I say against her wet throbbing core, while devouring her, and reach down with one hand and undo my trousers and pull out my rock hard cock. I pump it a few times and ram my tongue into her soaking wet core. I can feel her juices run down my chin and I know
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