DELAYED DELIVERY

Liv Bennett

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Chapter 1 - TAYLOR

Chapter 2 – ADAM

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DELAYED DELIVERY

Adam Garnett has been pursuing Taylor Doheny for several years. Now that he has her, he won't

let her slip out of his hands so easily. And he has a special plan to keep her with him forever. A

plan full of seduction and lust.

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CHAPTER 1 - TAYLOR

Less than four months ago, I was attacked by the crazy half-sister of my deceased husband for

the money I’d inherited after his death. She wiped out an entire family to avenge the childhood she

hadn’t gotten, for her father hadn’t recognized her as his own daughter.

As vicious as she was, I was saved from her malicious plans thanks to Adam. He and his

deep and passionate love saved me from my possible downfall after learning the truth behind my

husband’s death.

Now, I can’t help but feel the same deep, passionate love for Adam, the man who has loved

me for years without receiving anything in return. Without even a miniscule hope that I might love him

back. And, even when Jack, my deceased husband and Adam’s best friend, was alive, Adam didn’t

give up on me.

On us.

I may not be fully recovered from my depression, but Adam’s love is keeping me standing. If

I’m completely honest, though, it’s actually his skills in bed, the never-decreasing lust, that’s

distracting me from the potentially hurtful thoughts. His tall, muscled figure, sun-kissed, hot skin, dark

brown waves of hair that reach his shoulder would be enough to make a nun lust after him, but his

allure goes beyond that. It’s his piercing eyes that promise to employ every mischievous tactic to rip

dizzying climaxes, one after another, out of me and ignite fires in the depths of my soul after those

mind-blowing orgasms.

Having shared Adam’s bed for several months, living under the same roof as lovers, I’ve

actually started feeling truly and completely happy. So unbelievably happy that I find myself

panicking each and every time I think of my future with Adam.

I wonder whether I’ll end up being his next ex, if he’ll drop me as soon as the next best girl

sweeps him off his feet. After all, he left his ex-girlfriend of four years for me, although there wasn’t

even a chance of Adam and me being together, as I’d been dating Jack at that time.

I had clinical depression after Jack’s death; I’ll probably end up in a psychiatric ward, if

Adam leaves me someday.

Adam and I do the same thing every day. Sex, shower, breakfast—not always in that order—

then work our asses off until late in the evening. He goes out jogging while I nap or read a book, then

we cook our dinner and eat. It’s between ten and twelve at night when we retire to our bedroom,

talking, making love, and talking some more.

Adam loves talking about his dreams and future plans. And, more often than not, those plans

include having kids, catching a Lakers’ game with his kids, building a basketball area and a

swimming pool for his kids in the backyard of our future home, taking the said kids to Disneyland and

the San Diego Zoo, or anywhere else that has a picture of a cartoon or an animal on it. So much

talking of children.

When I try and remind him my failure to conceive, he just waves his hand and settles himself

between my legs. As if his penis can cure anything in its way.

Almost five months into our relationship, I leave for New York to help my sister, Lindsay,

while she’s recovering from a broken leg. As much as I wish for his company, Adam stays in L.A. to

prepare the bids for a major project we’re planning to take over.

When I step onto the plane, pain spasms through my chest; the result of thinking about the one

week I won’t see Adam. It’s scary to feel so strongly for a man. So much more for a man like Adam.

He’ll be without me and surrounded by all sorts of women. I count the days until the flight back to

L.A., although I cherish each and every day I get to spend with my sister.

As soon as the plane lands at LAX and the seatbelt lights turn off, I jump to my feet and claim

my space in the tiny isle of the plane. I consider skipping the baggage claim to throw myself into

Adam’s arms sooner, but then I remember the gifts I bought for him. Gifts I hope will bring a smile to

his lips.

Once I gather my suitcase, I pace toward the exit. Luckily, Adam isn’t difficult to spot, and

he’s the first one I see when I go through the exit gate, as if he’s holding a spotlight above his head.

My breath catches in my throat, and my stomach flips with excitement and anxiety. The world stops at

that moment, and everything else revolves around him, as if he’s the sun, giving life to everything else

around him.

I can’t help but run to his arms, not caring about anyone around me, like a teenage girl to her

long-missed lover. Only at that moment, once again wrapped in his arms, do I realize his hold on me

has become unbreakable.

It wouldn’t be alarming if I had complete trust in him.

It was our first separation, and I feel like a year has passed since the last time I saw him, not

just a week. My lady bits must have the exact same feelings, because as soon as I am in his arms, raw,

hot juices, which will soon shower Adam’s cock, begin flowing. My cock!

I’m so needy and hungry for him, I won’t be able to wait until we get home to feel his hot lips

on every inch of my body.

“I missed you.” Adam wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up. His lips brush mine

softly, and I inhale his hot, spicy scent.

“Not as much as I missed you.” Unable to wait longer, I capture his lips and open up for his

tongue, savoring the minty taste of him and the aggressive invasion of his tongue. My arms lock his

body against mine, and I press my chest against his, willing to absorb all the heat of his skin, to mash

our bodies together.

Our reunion cuddling is short-lived, though, because he puts me down and pulls away. I try to

keep my lips attached to his skin, brushing his chin, leaving small kisses below it, then licking his

throat.

He clears his throat, his skin warm and blushing, and whispers to my ear, “There are kids

around here.”

I stop kissing, but my arms are still around him, my chest rubbing against his. “Then, take me

to the nearest restroom. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”

A long, guttural growl vibrates his chest, and his smoldering eyes meet mine. “You’ll have to

wait until we get home.”

“I can’t wait that long.” I grind my hips against his. Feeling his hardening cock quickly sends

little jolts of electricity through my pelvis, reminding me of the last time I had him. I want so badly to

feel his thick cock forcing its huge size deep into me, throbbing inside me, insulting my inner walls

with delicious pain.

He shakes his head, most likely aware of my X-rated daydream, and a sly grin crosses his

lips. “To the car,” he orders and grabs my suitcase with one hand and my hand with the other to pull

me forward.

I follow him, hoping he’ll at least extinguish my fire with his two insolent digits, though

they’ll probably increase my appetite for his cock more than anything else. He pays for the parking,

and we hurry to the car.

He opens the door for me, and I lean forward, rubbing my back against his groin before I

climb in. I haven’t been this naughty in my entire life. I can’t believe a man could have the power to

turn me into a puddle of lust without even trying.

He shakes his head, his narrow eyes hinting at all the furious things he’ll do to me for my

naughtiness. For later. I can’t postpone it any longer, so I settle in the passenger seat, reach for my

moist panties beneath my skirt, and take them off, handing them to him as soon as he sits behind the

wheel.

Surprise and amusement soften his features, as he whiffs them and attaches his eyes to my

legs, which are mostly bare because I’m pulling the skirt ever so slowly upwards. I’d rather he

yanked my skirt away and shoved his manhood into me, but he won’t, so I have to torture him into it. I

roll the skirt all the way up to my waist, displaying my nude pelvis.

Rather than launching onto me as I hope, he pushes my skirt down and looks around with an

alarmed expression hardening his face. “What the fuck are you doing? There are cameras all around

us.”

I’m crestfallen, upset by his hostile rejection. It’s not like we didn’t have sex before in the

car at places with an abundance of cameras.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says when he notices the shock on my face and leans toward me for a

kiss. “Let’s get home first, okay?”

I nod, still resentful at his unusual disinterest and make it a point to remain silent throughout

the ride. It’s hard to maintain my calm, when he’s at a kissing distance and his hot, manly scent

spreading all through the car.

Back at home, I head directly to the bedroom to change and grab my bathrobe to hit the

shower, hoping Adam will follow me in and give me a mind-blowing orgasm under the water. My

hopes crash when he walks out of the bedroom, still fully clothed.

What the hell is his problem now? We aren’t in public, nor are we surrounded by cameras.

What is his excuse for not having sex with me in the privacy of his home?

“Adam,” I call and wait for him to come back, trying to keep my frustration out of my voice.

“Won’t you have a shower with me?”

He shakes his head no, lifting an eyebrow. Something must be seriously wrong for him to

decline an offer of sex. “I’ll cook the dinner.”

Who cares about the dinner, unless it’s served on my naked body and he licks the food off of

me? I don’t. Obviously. “I’m not hungry for food; I’m hungry for you, baby.”

One of his trademark smiles that radiate panty-dropping sensuality plays across his lips, and I

melt, as if I weren’t already horny for him. “Let’s eat first, and we need to talk, too.”

“Talk about what?” I survey his face to figure out what is going on in his mind. What kind of

talk is it that he can’t touch me before getting it out of his mind?

“Just wait. Take your shower and come to the kitchen, will you?”

“Tell me now what it is,” I say the words slowly to emphasize my curiosity and growing

angst. “Did you do something during my absence?” I pause for a moment for his reaction, wondering

why he’s being so adamant about keeping me in dark. “Did you… cheat on me?”

“Here we go again.”

“Did you?”

“Of course not.” He approaches me, slips his strong arms around my waist, and gives me a

soft kiss on the forehead. “I’m flattered by your jealousy, but I don’t want you worrying about

something that’ll never happen. Instead, worry about how to keep your vagina in shape for several

rounds of exhausting sexual gymnastics, because I’m going to fuck you ’til you pass out.”

I sigh and wait for the little tremor his words are giving me to run its course. “Why don’t you

do that now? I’m in desperate need of passing out. I haven’t passed out for such a long time I’ve

forgotten how delicious it feels.”

He laughs, pulls away from me—again!—and heads out of the bedroom without saying a

word, leaving me alone in my deprivation.

I soap my body three times in the shower, while waiting for him to change his mind at the last

minute, then give up, and get out.

On our bed lies a red, mini dress and matching lace panties with a note on top of them.

I’d love to see you in this dress. I’ve got a little surprise for you. Don’t keep me waiting

for too long.

He’s got to talk. I smile and grab the dress to analyze the style of clothing Adam prefers.

Skimpy is the only description I can find for this barely-there, super-short, halter-cut dress. There’s

no way he’ll go without burying himself deep into me when he sees this on me.

I slip into it without a bra, tie the straps lightly so he can untie them with ease, and put on the

panties. They’re clearly a size or two too small for me, and I guess that’s Adam intention, because

they nestle tightly between the lips of my labia rather than covering them.

Looking at the reflection of my swollen lips bulging around the silk fabric, I can’t help but

start rubbing my thighs to release the tension. Soon my hand slides down to massage my swollen, wet

folds and the other hand begins fondling my breast beneath the dress.

The thought of Adam catching me in the act excites my nerve endings like they’ve never been.

Would he insist on his silly surprise or just fuck me on the spot? I bet he wouldn’t even lose a second

to pin me against the mirror and take me from behind.

I sigh as I think of his hand pushing the panties aside, running along through my wetness, and

his eyes fucking me together with his fingers. He’s under the same roof with me, just a few feet away,

and can do all those things, but I can’t seem to stop pinching my nipple or rubbing around my slippery

entrance. It’ll only take shoving my fingers inside to make me explode.

Goddamn Adam, for leaving me so needy and deprived that I have to get off with my own

fingers.

“Taylor,” Adam roars at the doorway, and I jerk back with shock. “Stop it, right now.” He

strides toward me and yanks my hand away from my sex. “You haven’t come yet, have you?” He lifts

my hand up to his lips and sucks off the juices around my fingers.

I ease into his arms and sneak a leg around his to rub myself onto him. “Make me come now,

please. I’m so close.”

“You need to wait,” he says with voice soft, layered with lust, his posture stiff. Obviously,

it’s causing him a lot of strain to not give me what I want; his rock-hard cock, that is. “It’ll be all the

more satisfying when you get my surprise.”

I moan a loud noise of complaint, my insides still hot and needy for the approaching release.

“It better be a damn fantastic one to calm me after being so close.”

“It most definitely will.”

He eases out of my tight hold and grabs my hand to guide me to the living room. Walking isn’t

something I want to do right now, but I follow him anyway.

The kitchen is dimly lit with candle lights only, and there’s a tall dressing mirror beside the

kitchen door. The aromatic smell of the food manages to distract me from my sexual high, and my

stomach reacts with an almost inaudible growl. Almost, because Adam’s high-alert ears detect even

the tiniest of noises, including the small ones from my stomach, and I blush at the recognition on his

face.

“You haven’t eaten for several hours, have you?” he asks, accusingly.

I shake my head, aware of my mistake. He doesn’t say anything further, but I know what he’s

thinking. I should be eating regularly and healthy food to improve my health and get back my fertility.

He’s so obsessed with it I’ve wonder whether he’ll still want me if I get diagnosed with untreatable

infertility.

“I had breakfast,” I find myself explaining. “I couldn’t stomach anything before the flight,

because I was too nervous to see you again.”

A tender smile replaces the brief irritation, and he pulls out a chair for me to sit, then serves

the food. It’s ravioli with mushroom-cream sauce. My favorite comfort food of all times. One month

into our relationship, Adam managed to bribe my aunt to get her secret recipe, so he could wrap me

around his finger. As if he needed a dish to reach that goal.

“You missed me, too, didn’t you?” I smile and dig into my plate. Oh, heaven. It’s exactly like

my aunt used to prepare it when I was little.

He flashes me a full-tooth smile and pats my hand gently. “It’s a little bribe to get you to do

what I want later on.”

“Oh, baby. Haven’t you seen how itchy I was just a minute ago? I’ll cave into anything to get

my lady parts scratched, with or without a bribe.”

He pours us white wine, and we toast to health and love and indulge ourselves in the small

feast he prepared for us. Then comes the desert; chocolate cheesecake topped with whipped cream.

He doesn’t seem to care about me eating from my plate, though, because he scoops a liberal amount of

the cream and spreads it on my shoulder, before leaning in and wiping it off with his tongue. Now,

that's what I'm talking about.

The spoon in my hand drops to the floor, making a loud noise, accompanying my deep moan.

He repeats the same thing on my other shoulder, and I close my eyes to enjoy the raw sensation his

lips are leaving on my skin.

His hand grips mine and urges me to get up. I part my eyes, confused about our desert plans,

and walk with him toward the curious mirror. He flips me so I face the mirror, and stands behind me,

his arms wrapped tightly just beneath my breasts.

“I’m still in awe of how I could possibly have such a beautiful, caring woman loving me.”

He stares at my reflection as if he’s watching a shooting star. His hands linger at the valley between

my breasts before cupping the two globes. His hard erection is pressed deliciously against my back.

“And, we fit perfectly, don’t you think?”

I have to smile because I can’t help but think of the perfect fit of our sexual organs, but I’m

sure he didn’t mean that, or better, not just that.

His lips touch my neck softly, as he unties the straps and lets the top of the dress fall,

revealing my breasts for him to revel in. I see the fire burning in his eyes through the reflection in the

mirror as they land on my hard nipples. His fingers follow a trail from my neck, over my shoulders,

down to my chest before claiming my breasts. As he massages them delectably, pinching my nipples

between his fingers, my naughtiness returns to me instantly at the arousing sight of my breasts being

manhandled by his large hands.

“Pull up your skirt,” he whispers then sticks his tongue into my ear. I lose focus briefly

before doing what he’s ordered. When I chance a look at his face, I see his lust-filled eyes glaze over

at the sight of my pussy bulging through the thin fabric of the scanty panties. “Do you remember the

day Jack’s cousin threw you into the swimming pool?”

I nod, trying to keep my surfacing anger in check. There’s nothing good to remember from the

day I’d come near to being raped.

“That day,” Adam continues, his lust-darkened eyes locked on my sex. “When you came out

of the pool, the lips of your pussy were showing through your bikini. Just like now.”

“Seriously?” I swallow down. Adam saw my most private parts back then? It’s both arousing

and irritating. Did someone else see them too? Oh, God? Was that why Jack’s cousin came after me to

the room? I shouldn’t have bought bikinis without first trying them on for size.

“I jerked off that day non-stop until my hands hurt, thinking about how those dripping lips

would suck my cock.” He slips his hand down, brushes the lips poking out of the underwear, and then

cups them, augmenting my desire for him tenfold.

I gasp helplessly. His eyes are on me, like a wild beast watching its prey. I can’t hide what

his touches are doing to me even if I wanted. My face and my body are on display for him to view,

devour, and take pride in his power over me.

Tiny jolts of electricity shoot across my skin, as he pulls the panties aside and shoves a finger

inside, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from me. I jerk my hips against his large hand involuntarily.

The new position provides a better view of my sex being finger-fucked. Not just for him to enjoy.

“You have no idea how many times I thought about fucking you,” he continues. “The first time

we met at the restaurant, at each and every party we met, at work, at the board meetings. Even on your

wedding day, I fantasized about cornering you in the restroom, ripping your white gown off you and

fucking you before Jack could do it as your husband. Every single time I saw you, my mind was

undressing you instantly and flashing me some wild images of me hammering my cock inside you.

Now, I have you here, begging me to do exactly what I was dreaming of all those years. What an

awesome turn of events!”

I don’t know how to respond, save for squeezing my thighs around his hand to satiate the pure

lust burning between them. I hate talking about the past, even though his words are arousing the hell

out of me. I wish he would just stop now and take me.

He eases his finger out of me and holds my hand to guide me back to the chairs. I don’t want

to stop our foreplay to go back to eating desert. It’s now time for my sex to fill up with what it craves

and clench around his erection.

Adam must have the exact same thing in mind, because he grips my hips and lifts me up onto

the dinner table, beside the desert plates. His hands are pulling my dress all the way down, leaving

me entirely naked.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I just can’t believe my luck,” he whispers and drops down to his

knees to start leaving soft kisses on my thighs, until he reaches the hot spot between my legs, and

claims me greedily with his mouth. A small tremor ripples through my body at the delicious

sensations running rampant in my sex. He has no idea what his lust does to me.

I feel one of his hands slip down under the table and see him unzipping his pants. Finally, I’ll

get to feel him ripping his way inside me again.

His mouth keeps on masterfully suctioning my folds, only stopping before the upcoming

orgasm can shoot off. After working me up like this for long minutes, carrying me back and forth to

the brink of an orgasm, without letting me get off for what seems like the entire evening, he stands, his

beautiful penis poking out of his briefs, making my mouth water at its beautiful length, and shoves it

into me without any warning. I didn’t need any warning, though, as I’m soaked to the point of leaking,

and shudder at the feeling of fullness taking over my body.

It’s not just the fullness; it’s the fullness his thick, overenthusiastic cock is giving me after his

hand’s and mouth’s wickedly lustful ministrations, after having seen the immense love in his

endearing eyes, on his strikingly beautiful face.

God, I love this man.

He’s thrusting into me with rough strokes, just the way I want him to, making my insides roll

with each move. I know he likes it that way too, taking me without any boundaries. I feel giddy to the

level of dizziness just by watching him giving his love to me physically, and a new wave of lust

rushes through my body, alerting my sex to the upcoming explosions.

“I love you so much, Adam. I’m the real lucky one between us.”

He stops cold, and I notice a drop of tear sliding down his cheek. “I love you, Taylor. And

each day you’re using Jack’s last name is a death sentence to me.”

My world stops, and my mind goes blank at the hurt in his expression. I keep using Edelman,

Jack’s last name, even after his death, though officially I became Doheny. I had no idea Adam was

bothered with it.

“Marry me,” he says out of the blue.

“What?” The word slips out of my mouth, although I’d heard those two magical words.

He thrusts one more time then stirs his penis deliciously inside of me, and I flinch with a

renewed desire. “Marry me, and I’ll give you a dozen orgasms tonight and as many nights as you want

in your life.”

“Let’s talk about it later.”

“No, we need to talk about it now,” he says and drives into me, so hard that I slide

backwards on the table. “I want your answer now. You love me, and you’re happy with me. Why

won’t you say yes?”

I’m aroused to the point of insanity and panting with desire to have my long-needed release. I

wrap my legs around his, willing him to continue his thrusts. “Because this isn’t a real proposal, and

we’re in the middle of having sex.”

He eases out of me completely, leaving me shocked, empty, and so damn needy, and kneels

down and produces a Tiffany box out of nowhere. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and

marry me?”

Lifting myself on my elbows, I stare down at him. He’s on his knees, looking at me with so

much love that it can’t possibly be for me only, and the diamond ring in the box is nothing less than an

eye-popper. We had a lovely dinner, my favorite, cooked by him under candle light and everything.

So, he’s doing everything right for this proposal.

But, the fact that I’m lying on a table, completely naked, my legs spread in the most indecent

pose, and his penis poking toward me just below the jewelry box has me rethink his question. This is

definitely not the kind of proposal that you get to share with your friends.

“Please,” he urges. “Say yes. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy for the rest of

our lives. Just allow me to make it official. I need to know it. I need everybody else to know that

you’re mine.”

“But… We’ve been together only five months. Are you sure you won’t get tired of me in, say,

a year down the road?”

“No. Most certainly not.” He pulls the ring out of the box and holds my hand, ready to slip it

around my finger as soon as I reply.

I can’t say no. I shouldn’t. I love him, despite the short time we’ve been together, and want to

be with him. Although saying yes seems a tad too rushed, my logic slips away from my brain when I

glance down into Adam’s eyes and see the reflection of my love in them. I can’t possibly decline him

anymore. He has me where he wanted. “Okay.”

“Okay, what? I want to hear it.”

“Okay, I’ll marry you.”

He slides on the ring that’s a perfect fit for my finger and resumes his position between my

legs, his hands gripping my thighs tightly to hold me in place against his furious thrusts.

CHAPTER 2- ADAM

Taylor’s travel plans to New York couldn’t have been timelier. She was on her period and

thousands of miles away from me. Which meant she’d crave physical intimacy with me like never

before. I had to use it to my advantage and ask for her hand.

I feared she’d decline me. No, I was terrified that she might consider, ever for a brief

moment, saying no to me. I asked Bree, her best friend, for help while picking out the ring and asked

Taylor’s aunt to cook Taylor’s favorite dish. I’d have asked my older sister, Adriana, who happens to

be a professional cook, to put together an exquisite meal, if I could have been sure she wouldn’t put

some kind of poison in it. Taylor likes simple food better than any haute cuisine anyway.

It turns out I was right in all my guesses. I could barely get hold of her before she attacked me

in the airport and at home. And, she nearly licked the food off her plate, despite her initial reluctance

to eat.

Then, the impossible happened, and she said yes.

I have to hold the urge to pinch myself to see if I’m not actually dreaming. Has she seriously

agreed to be my wife? Is my four-fucking-year-long dream finally going to be real?

I watched her for years from a distant, wept for her on her wedding day and with her at

Jack’s funeral and the years after. I haven’t told her, for fear of hurting her, about the trauma that

nearly plucked the life out of me every time she rejected me.

The woman of my dreams.

The woman who shattered my life, my plans for the future, and my relationship with Pat, with

her beautiful face and tender soul.

Will she officially belong with me?

“Taylor Garnett,” I say with my lust-clogged voice to make sure everything is real and pull

myself out of her. “You’re gonna be my Mrs. Taylor Garnett.”

“Huh?” She glances up at me, surprise clear in her expression, though her blue irises continue

sparkling with desire. “I’m not sure about taking your last name.”

Jealousy swamps me, as my brain repeats her words over and over again, and I gulp down a

massive lump of disappointment. She must be teasing. She can’t possibly be serious. Hell, she not

only had taken Jack’s last name during their marriage, but kept it for years after his death.

“You’ll be Taylor Garnett, or I’ll fucking change my last name to Edelman.” I smile, working

on toning down the hurt in my voice. The ugly truth is I’ll marry her anyway, with my last name or not.

Her hold on me is absolute.

Slowly I poke the tip of my cock along her slit. I know it drives her crazy and makes her

come to terms with whatever I’m demanding. My needy, little kitten. It’s not right for me to

manipulate her this way, but she’s not giving me any other choice.

“Oh, please. Stop playing with me. I need this. I’ve been without release for days.” If there’s

anything I love more than making love to her, it’s her begging for my cock. I’ll never get tired of

hearing those lustful words spilling out of her lick-able lips.

“Haven’t you touched yourself?” I slip back inside her and begin drawing leisurely circles

with my hips, with images roaming in my head of her pleasuring herself with her minuscule fingers.

“No, I haven’t. I don’t like doing it when I have a perfectly functioning and gorgeous cock

that can do it better. Come on, don’t stay like that.” She narrows her eyes, biting her lower lip, as she

shudders with need, the sight consuming me on the spot. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“What about my last name? Will you take it?”

“Yes, I will. I was just teasing you.” She props on her elbows then straightens up completely

to kiss me. Her cheeks are flushing a delicious shade of red, a lock of hair pressed to the beads of

sweat on her forehead.

My cock is still only stirring inside her, enjoying her reaction to my brief torture. The reality

is I’m so fucking hot for her I’ll come just like that. I might have been the one holding out, but she’s

not completely without tricks and begins using her lips and tongue so fucking amazingly on my lips

and on my skin that all the senses in my body and around my cock jolt to hyper-alert mode.

God, I’ll fuck her pussy now, and then I’ll fuck her throat.

“Adam.” She eases away from my lips to shoot me a glazed-over look. “Fuck me like no one

ever has.”

Her words are my undoing. If I ever had any hesitations to take it easy on her, they’ve

vanished in a heartbeat. Those miraculous words are a lucid plea for me to make her forget Jack, and

I’d rather jump down from the top of a high rise than ignore her wish.

“Fuck it, baby. Your cunt is mine, has always been, will always be.” She wants it rough; I’ll

give it to her rough. I force my mouth back onto hers as ruthlessly as I’ve ever been with her, biting

her lips, sucking her tongue out of her mouth. “These beautiful tits will bruise and swell.” My hands

mercilessly rub her breasts and pinch her nipples, and my fingers dig into her flesh.

I circle my arms around her waist, my cock still snug in her wet heat, and carry her to our

bedroom. My cock twitches, when her legs wrap around me on the way, her insides swallowing me

up to the hilt. Her nails are piercing trails on my back, though all I feel is the building pleasure.

Hot, damp, and tempestuous pleasure that only Taylor can give me.

I want to fuck her ’til the sun rises, and even so I won’t have my fill of her. I pull out of her

and flip her onto her stomach with one easy move. She lays her arms on the bed, rests her head on a

cushion, and pushes her ass up to me, exposing her wet folds to my absolute pleasure, taking my

breath away with its exquisite sight. I slip a finger through her slick before I shove my dick into her,

without holding anything back, and continue the onslaught until I have her panting and quivering.

Her constant howls are my prize, and I slam my cock viciously in and out of her soaking

pussy that is pleading to draw more semen out of me. The beginning contractions of her muscles make

it nearly impossible for me to stay focused, but I want her to have more of it. If she was telling the

truth about not having gotten off the last seven days, she deserves more than just one climax.

She growls like a beast and buries her face into a cushion to keep her moans under control.

Her hips push back, meeting my fierce thrusts. When the spasms start wearing off, I glide a hand down

to her clitoris and start rubbing her folds and her entrance to poke her into a second round, thinking of

all the wild sex I’ll give her once she’s officially mine.

Her second climax comes as I shoot my load deep into her. Both of us go stiff before

collapsing onto the bed. I wrap my arms around her and press her back against my chest, listening to

her short breaths while trying to catch mine.

She turns to me, with an absolutely beautiful glow lightening up her face, her eyes heavy-

lidded. “Thank you. You gave me just what I needed.”

“My pleasure, Mrs. Taylor Garnett.”

Her lips spread with a smile, and she licks her lower lip. “Not yet.”

“Taylor Garnett, Adam Garnett, Aiden Garnett, and Emily Garnett.”

“I don’t know the last two Garnetts.”

I lean in to give a peck on her nose, tasting the salty sweat on her skin. “We’ll both get to

know them when you give birth to them.”

Something crosses her face, hardening her features, making her lips tremor visibly.

Something I can’t place. “I really hope so,” she says, and I wish I can read her mind.

THE END

Excerpt from AN EVERLASTING PURSUIT

Taylor Garnett is a blissfully married woman full of fears and distrust. Although her marriage

with Adam is filled with love and passion, she dreads the day he will stop seeing the perfect

woman in her and hop to a new love, just as he did with his ex-girlfriend of four years. A

heartbreaking incident and a vile attack put their relationship to the test and made Taylor doubt

about her ability to give Adam the happy family he wholeheartedly desires. Will their relationship

survive the losses and dangers they have been exposed to and bring them the peace they both long

for?

ADAM – Lie with Bree

“Come here,” I pat the space next to me on the bed. It’s been six days since the last time

Taylor and I had sex, because of her period. Now that she can, I must have her or I don’t know how

else I’ll be able to get through a busy day of work. I’m already naked except for my boxer briefs.

Only, she’s fully clothed and ready to go to work. “And, take off those clothes.”

“We don’t have much time. Work is waiting.” Taylor’s hand is playing with the buttons of the

blouse she’s just put on. “Why don’t you wait until the evening?”

“Because I want you now.” I push down my boxer briefs, kicking them off, and start teasing

my cock to life. She beams at the sight of my manhood, but won’t give in. “Come here, or I’ll go over

there and make sure all the buttons of your pretty shirt hit the ground, before I pin you against the

wall.”

Her lips curl up with a slight, devious smile, and I know she’s considering that option.

“Every time we arrive late at work, Bree gives me a strange look as if she knows why we’re late.”

My cock has already grown thick with desire and spurts pre-cum. If she insists on not having

sex, I’ll just shove it into her mouth and let her taste my desire for her. I force down the trembling the

thought of her full lips tight around my erection is giving me.

“If you come to me now, like a good girl, I’ll tell you a dirty secret about Bree.” I roll my

eyes when she begins unbuttoning her shirt. “I can’t believe a secret convinced you, but my cock

didn’t.”

“Let’s say it’s both. If I know a dirty secret about Bree, I won’t feel that guilty for arriving

late.” She shrugs off the shirt, pulls down her skirt, and places them neatly on the chair.

Standing on my knees on the bed, I unclip her bra, releasing her large, beautiful breasts from

it, and haul her under me. She kicks off her shoes as I take off her panties, but I let her keep the thigh

highs. “You have nowhere to go now.” I lean down to suck her lower lip, which earns me a moan

from deep down in her throat. She wants it as badly as I do, yet she’ll still find reasons to postpone it.

She rubs her chest against mine, bringing her hard nipples to my attention. I move down and

mouth one breast and knead the other one with my hand. Her fingers are running through my hair,

squeezing and pulling almost to the level of pain, which can only mean she’s ready without foreplay.

Although I’m in the mood for a quickie, I’ll take my time today, despite the busy work ahead of us.

My hand sneaks between us, stroking her belly and upper thighs before landing on her

sensitive flesh. “You’re cruel. Your pussy is soaking wet, but you were denying it some good fun.”

With her eyes closed, she squirms and moans unintelligible words. I make a mental note for

another time to put a recorder on to decipher what she’s murmuring.

Without lingering too long, I slide two fingers inside and watch her stiffen and her breath

hitch. What a view. Nothing else can beat the pleasure of witnessing how she shatters into a thousand

needy pieces under me. I rub the sensitive knot inside her that I know so well, and listen to her moans

getting louder. Just when the spasms start, I pull out my fingers and bury my cock inside with one hard

stroke, watching her eyes fly open and the air leave her body.

Pulling all the way out save for the tip of my cock, I slam into her once more. “Want to hear

Bree’s dirty secret now?”

She looks at me, confused, as if she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “Later,” she

mumbles. She wants to give all her concentration to my cock. How flattering.

But, I have other plans.

“Yesterday, Bree came to my office when you left for your lunch appointment.” I inhale

deeply, since pumping into her and talking at the same time take all my breath away. “She was

wearing a skirt and no panties underneath.” Now she’s paying attention to my words because she’s

staring at me with wide, dilated eyes and eyebrows frowning. So, I continue, “‘How do I know?’

you’ll ask. Because she sat on my desk, spread her legs wide astride me to show me her unshaven

pussy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Taylor yells.

“Keep listening, there’s more to come.” I dig in to quiet her with a long kiss, while keeping

up with my furious thrusts inside of her, until I have her moaning again. Even angry, she can’t keep

herself from reacting to my cock with pleasure. Then, I break our kiss to continue my story. Torture or

not, I have to get it out. “I should have left the office at that moment, but she’s been bugging me for a

long time, touching me, shooting me ‘fuck me’ looks, and stroking her tits on my arms whenever she

can. I’m only a man. I have my limits, too.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” She covers her ears with her hands, but I pull them away.

I’m an ass like that.

“So, I licked her pussy and ate her up until she climaxed on my tongue. Oh, man, she tastes so

good, like ripe cherries.” My cock feels like it’ll explode any second, but I can’t let it happen yet. Not

before I’m done talking. I slow down and plunge into her with long and slow strokes.

She punches my chest with some serious strength. I let her take her anger out, but her punches

only seem to make her angrier. Grabbing her wrists, I pin her arms above her head and lean down for

another kiss. This time, though, she rolls her head to the side to escape my lips. I keep her wrists safe

in one hand and use the other one to turn her face so I can kiss her. She fights to free her hands, her

face, but she’s weak, like a little kitten in my hands. She’s so sweet when she’s pissed off and makes

me want to fuck her hard until she’s sore and hurting. “She’s just as needy as you, but screams much

louder. I’m sure people in the other offices heard her. Then I fucked her senseless. Her screams got

only louder. Her pussy is so tight I came with only a few thrusts.”

“Get off of me. You’re dirtying me,” she roars. She stops fighting, but tears slide down her

temples. Even so, slight moans escape her throat in time with the strokes of my cock. I can feel her

pussy muscles tensing and building up toward an orgasm, so I increase my speed and plunge into her

with faster and harder thrusts.

“Don’t worry. I used condoms.”

“Condoms, plural?” She has to ask that?

“I couldn’t be content with fucking her just once. And yeah, I bought condoms, because I’d

been meaning to fuck her for a while.”

“Fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you again.” She cries; her words mixed with sobs

and her signature, cat-like moans. Yet, her inner muscles begin convulsing around my cock. Her body

is trembling under me, pushing me hard toward my own climax. But, I have to focus. She deserves

another orgasm.

I keep my speed steady and ram into her with everything I’ve got. Her contractions continue,

which can only mean she’s reached a second orgasm before the first one subsided. That’s my girl.

“You might hate me, but your pussy loves every inch of my cock. I don’t think you can leave

me even for a day.” I ram two more hard strokes into her before I fill her insides with my release. Her

sobs are loud and break my heart. I guess I’ve taken it a little too far. With my cock still inside her, I

free her arms and cup her face with both hands. “I was just messing with you. I haven’t touched Bree

or any other woman, for that matter. I just wanted to give you a little punishment for denying me my

morning fuck.”

Her eyes grow large as they examine my face, looking for a hint for truth. “You are—” I kiss

her before she can say anything else. I lick her lips, and they part easily to allow my tongue in. Her

tongue strokes mine gently.

She believes me.

She knows she’s the only one for me, and I can’t touch another woman. She owns me

completely; my heart, my thoughts, my body are hers to use and to take advantage of to her heart’s

content. Our bodies still connected through my cock, we stay for a moment, declaring our love and

longing for each other with sweet kisses.

Also by Liv Bennett

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About The Author

Liv Bennett lives in California with her scientist husband, toddler daughter, and two loud

budgies. Reading and writing erotic romance are her favorite forms of relaxation, in addition to long

walks and yoga. She's a social drinker of coffee but a serious tea addict. Adam Garnett, the hero of

the Pursuit of Passion, came to her in a dream during a romantic getaway in Las Vegas on Valentine's

Day, and since then hasn't left Liv's mind for longer than a day, much to her husband's dismay.

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