Chapter 14

Every inchof my cock was buried deep inside him, and I couldn’t think straight anymore. Liam was perfection. I was getting addicted to him far too quickly. He was my daughter’s best friend, not to mention being over two decades younger than me. And yet there he was, with my cock buried deep inside him. Moaning my name, lifting his hips to meet my every thrust.

I needed to come back to reality. I was a taboo fuck. I wasn’t anything else. I needed to stop making love to him and just fuck him.

But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t bring myself to create that distance between us. I cared what happened with him. I cared that he felt good and that I was the one responsible for it. I needed to make love to him. I needed to pour everything into how I was making him feel.

I was a stupid old fool.

I looked down at him and he smiled at me as a moan of satisfaction escaped his lips. “Oh, fuck, Rich. You feel so fucking good.”

That single utterance was my undoing. Everything I had been second-guessing myself over, everything I had been thinking disappeared in an instant. He felt just as incredible.

All I wanted to do now was drive him to climax, and to follow right along with him. I wrapped my hands around his amazing length and stroked him in a pattern to match my thrusts. Again, he moaned, rolling his hips against my hands and my cock.

Desire ran through my body instead of blood. My skin prickled with every touch of him against me. I was on fire, every nerve on overload. I needed more. I wanted more. I wanted him to come along with me.

“Oh, Rich. I want to come. Make me come.”

I sped up my thrusts into him, rolled my hips harder, stroked his dick firmly, attempting to drive him onto an intense orgasm. His hands clutched at my shoulders, grabbing me hard as his arse muscles started to pulse around me.

“Fuck, Rich!” echoed around my bedroom as he came. It was matched with my own sounds. He felt amazing, and I didn’t think I was ever going to get enough of this man.