Playing Pretend by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

Forty-Two

Eliza

I really should have insistedthat Liam get to work. In fact, I had every intention of doing just that. But when he pressed his hard, strong body on mine and started getting all bossy, I sort of lost my train of thought.

What can I say? I’m a morning sex kind of girl.

Now, I’m on my back, legs spread, clutching the satiny sheets as my ravenous husband makes a breakfast feast out of my body.

His morning stubble scrapes my thighs as he takes his time eating my pussy like there isn’t a billion dollar empire waiting on him.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, I squeeze my thighs around his head. His tongue sweeps over my cleft before plunging inside my hole. “Can’t wait for you to come on my face,” he groans from between my legs. He licks me on the inside. “Mmm. I love it when your pussy starts squeezing my tongue.”

He licks me again.

“And your wetness gushes out on my lips.”

He plunges deeper.

“I don’t want to wait anymore, Wifey. Come for me. Now.”

He flicks my clit back and forth with his fingers as his tongue arrows in and out of my entrance. I clench both hands in his hair and buck my spine as my body begins to lose control.

My orgasm comes rushing in, forceful and unstoppable like an act of nature. I thrash about at the height of it, as the coursing sensations ravish my body. When the pleasure has had its way with me, I collapse against the mattress in a spent, whimpering heap.

He climbs back up the bed, towering over me with the grin of a conqueror on his wet lips. I can’t help it—I pull him close and kiss him uncontrollably.

When he eases out of the kiss, he’s still smiling. “I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers softly into the air between us.

My heart tugs. I feel tears gathering in my eyes and my body starts to shake. This is what I’ve needed. This intimacy. A refuge. A safe space to let my guard down. It breaks my heart that I can’t tell him everything. That it won’t last.

I dip my chin, hoping to conceal this wash of emotion, but it’s too late.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” Liam gently takes my jaw between his fingers and lifts my face. Concern crinkles his forehead.

I close my eyes and give my head a shake. I could tell him that nothing’s wrong. But in this moment, I don’t want to lie. I want to connect.

“I just…I just can’t believe you’re choosing me…” With all of my baggage and all of my secrets and all of the things in my life that are not going my way.

If he knew what I’m hiding, would he still feel the same?

He sweetly brushes his lips over mine. “Of course I’m choosing you. Because you’re the first person to ever open me up this way. I’ve been closed off, Eliza. You’re the first person who’s somehow found their way on the inside. So of course I’m choosing you. It will always be you.”

Always? Always is a hugepromise.

I stare into his eyes, trying like hell to believe him. But I just can’t.

With a resolved look on his face, Liam climbs out of bed. He strolls to the other side of the room and I watch his naked form in fascination. The roundness of his firm ass. The undulations of his wide shoulders. The bulge of his thick biceps as he effortlessly lifts an ornate standing mirror and positions it closer to the bed.

Like a wildcat on the prowl, he stalks back over to the bed and sits on the edge, facing the mirror. "Come here.”

The sharp blade in his voice leaves zero room for argument or negotiation. Shit—I’m really starting to like it when he bosses me around.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I crawl across the bed and into his lap. Obedient, submissive, horny as hell. And with the radiating heat of his skin on mine, I'd do just about anything he asks me to.

Liam kisses me hard and my defenses crack and shatter like a lollipop crushed under a hammer. Then he twists me so I'm facing the mirror, too. My back to his chest. My legs draped over his.

His warm palms slide up my skin. "Open those legs for me," he whispers in a filthy voice. The filthiest.

On a shaky exhale, I part my thighs and hold my breath, not sure what will happen next. I watch his face in the mirror. His gaze is fixed on my pussy where I'm spread wide for him.

I can feel his cock wedged between my ass cheeks. It's as hard and thick as a utility pole and it throbs with every move I make.

When his fingertips trace the crease of my thigh, my muscles clench. My eyes squeeze shut. I toss my head back onto his shoulder and whimper.

I feel his breath on my ear. "No, open your eyes, Wifey.” He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to lift my head. "Open your eyes and watch. I want you to see." His hands go back to my thighs. "I want you to understand why I'm so crazy when it comes to you. I want you to see why I can't get enough of you. Why I always come back even though I promise myself I won't."

He runs his entire palm over my pussy and squeezes. My spine arches so suddenly and harshly, I'm shocked it doesn't snap. "Oh god, Liam."

“Every inch of your body drives me insane.” His voice is like whiskey pouring over my skin.

I want him to impale me so fucking bad. With his fingers, with his tongue, with his cock. I need some part of him inside me. Something to clench on, something to hold onto before I lose my mind.

I thrust shamelessly into his palm. My opening is gushing. I couldn't stop it from pulsing if I tried.

The fingertips of both his hands slide smoothly down the lips of my womanhood, then he spreads my folds apart. In the mirror, my pink pussy stares back at me and it's dripping wet.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Eliza. Your face, your body, your brain. Your mouth and every word that comes out of it.” His lips sweep up my neck. “How do you expect me to resist you?”

When Liam finally shoves a finger into me, my eyes spin around in my skull and my opening clamps down on his knuckle.

He bites his bottom lip. Fuck. I’m so damn turned on.

"Liam, please," I whisper, my hand covering his, urging him deeper inside me.

He enters me with a second finger and then a third. I ride his hand shamelessly.

His wet fingers leave my pussy and find my breast. He kneads the left and then the right, then he pinches my nipples with just enough pressure to make my spine curve again.

His cock jerks heavily between his legs, repeatedly smacking the mattress before whipping into the air. I cup my wetness for moisture then grab his shaft, stroking him from crown to root again and again. He jerks his pelvis and his cock slides through the lubrication. He emits a low, hoarse sound with each thrust.

I position his shaft between my legs and slide back and forth on it like a see-saw.

His face is red, his neck is tight. I can tell it's taking all his self restraint to not just penetrate me right this second.

Liam Kline acts like he’s always in control. He thinks he’s superhuman. Like he doesn’t feel, like he doesn’t get overwhelmed, like those things are beneath him. But I'd bet anything that he’s aching to let go right now.

“I want to be inside you so bad, it's driving me insane,” he rasps. “Nothing between us, Eliza. No barriers, no restrictions. Just me and you.” In the mirror, he looks into my eyes. “Raw. Skin on skin."

“Yes…” I manage to whimper.

He loses control then. He grabs me by the hips, lifts me to just the right angle and then spears his cock into my sweltering pussy.

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Nothing in my life has ever felt this good.

We’re facing the mirror, fucking each other, and it’s so damn erotic. Watching every twitch of Liam’s face. Watching my tits bounce with each thrust. Watching his glistening cock disappear into my body again and again.

When I hit my peak and Liam explodes inside me, my pussy swallows every drop of his seed. I collapse into his arms and he holds me tightly.

I just want to be his. I don’t see how I could ever walk away.