His Girl: A Sexy Rom-Com Erotica

by Mia Kendall

  “Shit, baby,” Liam growls, every muscle in his body swelling sexily. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  This is really happening, I think faintly. I’m really going to lose my virginity.

  My insides begin to clench, desperate for something to hold on to. I need Liam. I need his cock filling me to the brim, and I need every inch of my pussy squeezing his iron shaft.

  “Put it in,” I plead.

  “Greedy girl.” Liam’s eyes grow heavy-lidded as he positions his cock right in the center of my core.

  Then in one movement, he grips my hips and slams home, burying himself in my pussy all the way to the hilt.

  I cry out in pain, digging my nails into his shoulders.

  Liam stills in my arms, staring down at me with stunned eyes. “Megan.” His handsome face is filled with disbelief. “Is this your first time?”

  I blink away my tears and gave a small nod. “Happy Valentine’s?” I offer weakly.

  “Shit.” Liam drops his head on the pillow beside my head, his voice regretful. “Fuck babe, I didn’t mean to hurt you. If I knew, I would have been gentle.”

  “I don’t want gentle, I want you,” I whisper, urging him on with a roll of my hips. The pain where he’s buried inside me has dwindled to a slight twinge, and I’m eager to feel the hot pleasure again. “It’s not so bad now, I promise.”

  Liam lifts his head and looks down at me with a stern expression. “I’ll make this good for you.”

  He begins to move again, going slow and watching my face for my reaction. His gentleness makes it easier for me to relax, and soon, my pleasure builds again.

  “Yes,” I moan softly, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “Oh, it feels so good…”

  Liam fucks me with deep and steady strokes. His thickness fills me so completely, and the pleasure I feel is nothing like I’ve ever had. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and Liam keeps moving in and out of me, possessing every inch of my body.

  “Liam.” I turn my face to him, and Liam kisses me deeply.

  “You’re amazing,” he tells me when we break away. “So damn gorgeous and perfect.”

  I want to tell him he’s perfect too, but my voice only comes out as a moan when Liam thrusts his cock into me harder.

  “Don’t stop,” I plead. My eyes are squeezed shut as I feel the pleasure taking over my entire body. I feel my climax building, and soon, my whole body begins to clench.

  “I can feel your sweet pussy squeezing me.” Liam breathes heavily as he keeps moving. His bicep muscles frame my face, and I can see that they’re swollen with tension.

  His cock swells inside me as well, and I know that he’s close to spilling inside me.

  “I’m coming. I’m comin—” My head falls back, and I moan loudly as my climax takes over. “Yes, Liam, YES!” My whole body squeezes Liam, and my pussy grips onto every inch of his thick cock, relishing the hardness inside me.

  After I come, Liam suddenly withdraws. He yells, and I feel hot, thick cum spurting over my pussy lips and clit. His handsome face is dark with pleasure as he cums on me, and I can’t help moaning at the sight. It’s so freaking hot, and I know I’ll never forget the sight.

  We lay over each other for several minutes to catch our breaths. Then Liam kisses my forehead and leaves the bed. He goes to the bathroom and comes back a minute later with a small towel. I cover my face with my hands as he cleans me up.

  “God, this is embarrassing,” I mutter into my hands. “I can’t believe I did that.”

  “Don’t be. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I feel the mattress beside me depress, and a moment later, strong arms draw me against a warm, hard chest. I bury my face into the crook of Liam’s neck.

  A clock’s minute hand ticks softly in the silence, and I tap idly on Liam’s chest with a finger in time to the beat, right where his heart is.

  “Do you pleasure yourself too, while thinking of me?” I hear myself ask. “Or do you…”

  Do you go to other women?

  “Why are you thinking of that now?” Liam cups my cheek in his hand and makes me look at him.

  “I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “All I know is that the thought of you with other women hurts.”

  “Baby.” Liam tips my chin up and presses a kiss to my lips. “The thought of you with other guys kill me too. For the past four months, I’ve been dreading the day when you tell me you’ve found someone.” His expression is quiet and thoughtful. “I can’t stand the thought of you belonging to another man. Loving another man. I want to be the only one you text. The only one you chat and joke with.”

  Then Liam looks away, and his face becomes shuttered. “I didn’t sleep with anyone else,” he says in a low voice, “but I… almost did.”

  My heart drops to my stomach. “What do you mean?”

  “Do you remember the time when we came close to arguing?”

  I bite my lip, recalling that night two months ago. “I was ranting to you about my job and how much I hate it."

  Liam nods once, still not meeting my eyes. “I told you to move back here if you hate the city so much, when the truth was that I was being selfish. I just wanted you here with me. That’s when you told me that I didn’t understand.” He finally looks at me, his expression unreadable. “And I don’t. We’re from different worlds, Meg, and that night it was never clearer to me. I wanted to forget you. I thought I could finally stop checking my phone every half hour for your texts. I thought I could stop the torture of wondering when you were going to sleep with a guy that wasn’t me.” His blue eyes became pained. “Or if you already had, but didn’t tell me.”

  “Liam…” I shift closer to him, hoping that I can ease the hurt that is coming from him at his confession.

  “There was a woman in the pub that night.” Liam looks away from me. “Dark haired and pretty, but nothing compared to you. But when she turned around, from the back I could almost imagine she was you. I took her back here.” A muscle in his jaw ticks. “We messed around a little, but just before we—” he exhales, still not meting my eyes. “I checked my phone one more time, wanting to see you, and there you were. You had sent me another text. A selfie of you, looking so damn cute in that ridiculous onesie with the bunny ears. God, my heart shattered right there.” He shakes his head and smiles faintly. “And I realized that I couldn’t do it. Even though you’ll never be mine, even though you’ll belong to another man one day, I was holding out hope for the both of us.”

  I close my eyes briefly, relieved. “I was saving myself for you too.”

  Liam kisses me affectionately. “I’m glad you did,” he murmurs, his blue eyes warm and tender.

  I feel safe in that moment, but at the same time, I realize that what Liam and I are sharing is all it is—a single moment in time.

  “We’re not gonna be together are we?” I say quietly.

  Liam doesn’t say a word for a while. “Why do you say that?” he asks.

  I shrug, burrowing deeper into his warm arms. “I chose the city, and you chose the country. We’ll only ever get to text and call, maybe visit every couple of months. But we’ll never be able to live together like a couple. We won’t be able to raise kids together.”

  Strong arms of steel tighten around me. “We’re together right now,” Liam says in a low voice. “You’re in my arms, in my bed, and everything else can go hang. Now is all that matters to me.”

  I bite my lips, not satisfied with the answer. I want him to promise me that we will be together, even though I know it not impossible.

  “Sleep now,” Liam murmurs against my forehead, his hand cupping the back of my head protectively. “I’ll watch over you.”

  The last thing I hear before my eyes slide shut is Liam whispering my name again. It may be my wishful thinking, but it sounds like he said he’ll never let me go.

  Chapter Four

  MEGAN

  I wake to the sound of birds singing outside, and the faint smell of cooking. My stomach r
umbles and I roll onto my side to quell it, envious of the lucky person who would be having a breakfast that smelled that great.

  Wait a minute.

  The sound of birds, and not traffic? The smell of cooking, and not wet apartment mold?

  Something is clearly wrong here. Come to think of it, this bed feels too comfortable to be anything I’ve ever slept on in my life—

  My eyes snap open and I jolt upright, shoving the straggled locks of my hair back from my face.

  “Oh my god,” I whisper as memories of the previous night come flooding back to me.

  Me biting my lip and spreading my legs for Liam.

  Liam’s heavy-lidded gaze as he grips my thighs and settles between them.

  Liam’s cock, big and impossibly thick, pounding in and out of my pussy so hard that I sob his name like a prayer, begging for more.

  “Oh my freaking god.” I drop my face into my hands and groan. The accusing twinge between my thighs is my only answer.

  Having wild, earth-shattering sex with Liam seemed such a good idea last night—it still is a good idea—but I can really do without the morning-after embarrassment right now…

  Speaking of which, where is Liam?

  I look around the empty bedroom and the bathroom beyond, going so far as to lean over the bed to check, as if he might be under it, but no sign of Liam.

  Just as I was breathing a sigh of relief that I don’t have to face him just yet, his voice comes from the door, deep, masculine and amused.

  “Looking for something?”

  I jerk upright and scramble back against the headrest, belatedly realizing that my bare breasts are exposed in the glaring light. I grab fistfuls of the bed covers and yank it up against my chest.

  “H-hey,” I say brightly. “Good morning.”

  Liam stands by the door wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, giving me a glorious show of his muscled chest and six-pack in the sunlight. His eyebrow lifts as he runs a heated glance down my body. My nipples and clit tighten with awareness—and arousal—as if he’s looking right through the covers at them.

  “Sure is, M,” he drawls, looking way too cocky than is good for me.

  I narrow my eyes. “Why are you smirking?”

  “Why wouldn't I be? I spent the night having mind-blowing sex with the most beautiful woman in the world, and then I wake up with her in my bed.”

  Liam strolls over to the bed, and I notice he’s carrying a glass of OJ and a plate of steaming eggs and toast, complete with a small saucer of honey balanced on the side of the plate.

  My stomach rumbles on cue, but my brain remains stuck on Liam’s words.

  “Mind-blowing sex?” I can’t help asking. “It was that good?” My cheeks flush the moment I voice that question. It came out needy and unconfident, two things I try hard not to be.

  “It was amazing.” Liam sets the glass and plate down on the nightstand and sits on the bed, tracing my raised knees under the covers with a faint smile. “The way your soft body feels under me,” he murmurs, hypnotic blue eyes watching me seductively, “the wet heat of your tight pussy squeezing me, the way you moaned my name and begged me…” His eyes flash, and he licks his lips. “Makes me want to fuck you all over again.”

  And just like that, I’m wet.

  I bite my lip, lowering the covers from my chest. “I guess I can do with another round of mind-blowing sex—”

  “But first,” Liam smirks, “you need to eat.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re such a tease.”

  Liam laughs, a sound I hear for the first time. He leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to my lips. “Later,” he promises, his blue eyes smiling into mine. “I’ll make you come so hard your pussy will be dripping for days.”

  I crinkle my nose at him, though my lips twist in a smile. “Are you always so eloquent?”

  “Only around you,” he returns. “For some reason, when I’m with you I feel—” he breaks off.

  “With me, you feel what?” I cock my head, curious. “What? What?”

  “Eat.” Liam holds the plate up to me and spears a piece of scrambled egg with the fork, holding it against my lips. “Open that sweet mouth for me, baby,” he says huskily.

  I roll my eyes as I take the piece from the fork.

  And then my eyes roll back for a different reason. “Oh god,” I moan. “This is so good.”

  “I know, that’s what you were screaming last night.”

  “Stop it,” I laugh and swat at his chest. “I mean the food. How do you make something as simple as scrambled eggs so heavenly?”

  Liam grins, spearing another piece and holding it out to me. “The special ingredient is a hint of fresh tomato. You don’t know it, but people flock from towns over to taste the breakfast eggs at The Barracks.”

  “And now I know the secret to it,” I gape. “I’m gonna be rich!”

  Liam laughs again, a deep, velvet sound I’m growing to love. “Scamp,” he murmurs, watching my face with a soft expression. “You’re exactly like I imagined you to be.”

  “Really?” I become self-conscious at that. “What did you imagine? Is it good?”

  Liam moves to settle on the bed with me, and I scoot over to make way for him. “I imagined a pretty girl who is funny and sweet,” he says simply, handing me the glass of OJ.

  I make a thoughtful hum as I take a sip from the glass. “That’s not very impressive.”

  “Actually, it is.” Liam holds out a piece of toast for me to crunch into. “You’re not just pretty, for one. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  I choke and hurriedly take another gulp of juice to wash it down. “The most?” I echo when I stop coughing. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Hey.” Liam takes my glass and sets it and the plate aside. Then he tips my chin up with his finger, turning my face to his.

  “You’re fucking beautiful.” He gives me a tender look that I’ve never seen from a man before. “And you’re damned amazing. You trusted me with your body, and you gave me the gift of your virginity. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”

  My cheeks heat as I stare up at the guy who is wooing me with his words, and succeeding easily.

  “And you’re not just funny,” Liam says, watching me intently. “You make me smile. You make me laugh. My friends have been wondering what’s up with me the past four months that I keep staring at my phone. They don’t know that I’m waiting for a text from you.”

  “I wait for yours too,” I confess shyly. “It’s the last thing I read every night before I sleep.”

  Liam’s expression warms as he gazes down me. “I knew you were sweet,” he murmurs. “But you’re still surprising me.”

  He leans forward and kisses me slowly, leisurely exploring my mouth with his tongue, taking his time to taste me. He nips at my bottom lip, then moves to suck on my tongue. The taste of him fills me like a drug, and I can’t get enough of it.

  “Make love to me.” I lace my arms around his neck and look up at him with a saucy look.

  “You’re still raw,” Liam murmurs against my mouth, even though he pushes me back into the mattress at the same time.

  My thighs part instinctively to accommodate him, already eager to feel his thick cock sliding into me.

  “Please,” I moan. “I need you.”

  “I have another idea.” A sinful smile plays on Liam’s face. God, I love how he manages to be both gentlemanly and dirty in bed. It drives me wild.

  “What is it?” I breathe, easing up on my elbows to watch.

  Liam reaches to the nightstand dips two of his fingers into the saucer of honey. My eyes widen. Is he going to—?

  “Do you know that honey has healing properties?” he says casually. “And here we have a pussy that’s raw from the fucking I gave it last night.”

  He glances up at my arrested face, watching my reaction as he slowly coats my pussy with the sweet, sticky liquid.

  “Oh god…”
My lips form a blissful O as his fingers work their way over my swollen clitoris, moving to tease the plump lips of my pussy. “Oh Liam, that feels so good…”

  Liam’s lips tip at one corner, watching me as he begins to slide into my slick passage, filling me with his thick fingers. At the same time, his thumb presses down on my clit, working it like it’s a button to every pleasure nerve in my body.

  My hips begin lifting towards Liam, begging shamelessly for more. I clench around the fingers he’s giving me, my pussy greedy for the thickness filling it.

  “You look so damn good in the sun,” Liam said in a ragged voice, his gaze lustful as they caress every inch of me. “All innocent and clean.” His expression takes on a naughty look. “Makes me want to dirty you up,” he growls.

  Without warning, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, suckling at my pussy and running over every inch of it with his tongue.

  “Yes!” I scream, my hands flying into his hair to hold him there. “Oh my god, yes!”

  “Mmm…” Liam’s hum of approval rumbles against my flesh, vibrating my throbbing clit. “You taste so fucking good babe. I could eat you for days and not let you come.”

  “Please,” I sob, dripping wet and eager for his tongue to fuck my pussy.

  Liam’s lips part and he eats me whole, his tongue stabbing into my passage and licking me there. I sink my fingers into his hair and clench my thighs around his head, holding his head between my legs.

  “Right there,” I pant, rocking my hips shamelessly. “Yes, right there, oh it feels so goood…”

  My eyes roll back as Liam starts suckling at my clit like I’m the most delicious feast in the world, filling my passage with his fingers at the same time, curling them and agitating my g-spot.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Yes yes yes…”

  Liam laughs quietly. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me. Smell your juices all over my face.”

  “Don’t stop.” My vision winks from the mind-blowing ecstasy of having my vagina filled to the brim, of having my clitoris sucked on like a candy. “Oh god, I’m coming…”

  “Then come.” Liam watches me, pounding into me with his fingers. “Show me how much you love being fucked.”