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She takes a deep breath through her nose and sucks every inch until my cock reaches her throat. Then she swallows, squeezing the head of my dick with her constricting throat.
And I’m gone.
As much as I don’t want to miss a second of the ravenous look on her face, I can't help but close my eyes and throw my head back as I tighten my grip in her hair to keep her where I want her.
I explode, coming down her throat as she keeps swallowing and making it even tighter, even better, and I feel like I’ll never stop coming. She’s milking every last drop from me. I release my hands from her hair and look down to be greeted by this gorgeous woman licking my cum from her lips, looking happy as fuck to have pleased me.
“And that’s why I thought you were doing this professionally.”
April falls back onto the bed laughing and I can’t be sure which sound of hers I like best, her moans, or her laugh.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
april
Sucking Liam off gets me high on lust. To weaken the legs of a man his size is so freaking empowering. Having him moan, curse, and lose control triggers the porn star in me.
It doesn’t matter if I’m sitting or down on my knees, I’m the one in control and that power trip does things to my ego.
I rarely get off that much from sucking dicks, but Liam’s? It gets me so turned on. I get so wet from the way his body reacts to mine. From how he feels in my hands, on my lips.
I don’t remember ever having the urge to open my eyes during it, but I revel in watching Liam. His contorted face trying to hold on just a little bit longer, his hips bucking out of control, pushing him further into my mouth.
The way he moans in total bliss, how he throbs between my lips. The way he gives in, the moment he gives up and lets me have it all. Fuck, it makes me so damn hungry.
So I drink him in, not breaking eye contact, completely entranced and somewhat confused as to why he makes me feel so much. Sexy, powerful, whole. I’m hyper aware of his breathing, of the way he looks at me with such fascination.
Running a finger from my forehead to my chin, he lifts my face as I lick my lips, savoring him.
“Fuck, April.”
I stare up at him, not wanting this to end. “Fuck me some more, Liam.”
He slides his hands under my arms, effortlessly lifting me until I'm kneeling on the bed. Liam kisses me unabashedly, and I love the taste of his lips while still tasting his cum in my mouth. He wraps me in his arms and kisses me so slowly, so lazily, it overwhelms me.
Alarm bells of ‘Too close! Too close!’ ring inside my head, but I decide to drown them out with more tequila. Liam has fucked me into sobriety and I’m ready for another shot or two.
“But pass me the bottle, will you? I need tequila to make me forget my boss is an asshole first,” I joke, trying to break the spell I was falling under.
He smirks. “Give the old man five minutes, okay? Actually, you can have this bottle and I’ll take this one.” Liam pulls a bottle of lube from a brown and blue paper tote bag.
“You bought lube from a shoe shop?”
He stares at me like I’m crazy, then checks the bag.
“Boots is a pharmacy.”
“Why would someone name a pharmacy after a shoe?”
“Give me back the tequila. You’ve had enough.”
I laugh and take another swig at it.
Then he unzips Callie’s suitcase. Wait, there’s no more seal on it.
“You opened my suitcase?” I exclaim in a mix of shock and fright.
He has the decency to stop and give me an apologetic look. “Well, yes. It said ‘London Essentials’ but I wanted to make sure you were covered. I have to say, I’m rather fond of what you consider essential.