Chapter 21 Ann’s Plan II (R-18)
Ann’s hands moved fast, her fingers curling into the fabric of Liam’s shirt with a hunger that caught him off guard. She yanked it upward, tugging it over his head in one swift motion, her nails grazing his skin as she tossed it aside. Liam barely had time to catch his breath before his own hands shot out, seizing the remnants of her satin robe still clinging to her hips.
He pulled it free, ripping it off her body with a roughness that made her gasp, the fabric pooling uselessly on the floor.
For a heartbeat, they froze—her bare skin glowing under the soft light, his chest heaving as he took her in. Then, without warning, Liam’s hands gripped her waist, and he shifted her aggressively. One moment she was straddling him, the next she was flat on her back against the couch, her hair fanning out wildly beneath her. He loomed above her, his eyes dark and predatory, drinking in the sight of her—completely naked, vulnerable, and utterly breathtaking.
Ann lay there, her chest rising and falling, her body exposed in a way that made Liam’s pulse thunder. His gaze dropped lower, settling between her thighs. Her pussy was shaved smooth, the skin glistening faintly with her arousal, a perfect, delicate slit framed by the soft curves of her inner thighs. It was almost too much—pristine, inviting, and pulsing with heat that he could feel from where he hovered.
Liam leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as his lips found her thigh. He kissed it softly at first, tasting the salt of her, his hands rubbing slow circles against her trembling legs. Ann’s breath hitched, a quiet "Hmmmm" slipping from her lips as he worked his way up, his mouth trailing higher, teasing the sensitive flesh. Her legs parted slightly under his touch, and the closer he got, the more her body seemed to hum with anticipation.
Then, his lips brushed against her pussy—just a featherlight kiss—and a jolt shot through her. Her leg twitched, a sharp "Ahwwwwn" escaping her as her hips bucked involuntarily. She was already wet, the slickness glistening in the dim light, and the scent hit him hard—sweet, musky, intoxicating. It flipped a switch in Liam, his arousal spiking as he grabbed her thighs and spread them wide, opening her up completely.
Her pussy bloomed before him, pink and swollen, the delicate folds parting to reveal her glistening core. It was wetter now, her arousal dripping slightly, and the sight made his mouth water. He couldn’t hold back. His face dipped lower, his tongue darting out, and then it was inside her.
Ann squirmed instantly, a loud "O~Oh!" tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed over her. Liam started slow, his tongue sliding along her slit, tasting her—sweet and tangy, a flavor that drove him wild. He licked her again, deeper this time, tracing every fold, and Ann’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. "Ahhh... Yes..." she moaned, her voice trembling with need.
He didn’t stop. His tongue flicked against her clit, then plunged back into her, lapping at her wetness with a rhythm that made her hips roll against his face. Her cries grew louder, more desperate—"Eat my pussy out, Liam!"—and he obeyed. His lips closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, drawing out a sharp "Mmmmm!" as her thighs clamped around his head. She was shaking now, her body a live wire under his mouth, and he could feel her pulsing against him.