“What a good blowjob, Pretty Thing.”
There it was—the name that hitting my ears awakened me just as much as the goddamn climax he’d given me. Oh, his validation meant more than he could have known.
He started to pull my head off his dick, but I noticed a bit of cum that must’ve slipped from my mouth near the base, and I leaned forward to get it between my lips before moving back and rising up on my knees before him.
He looked at me, seemingly as impressed with me as I had been with him, and his gaze shifted to my lips.
“You can hurry to the bathroom and spit it out. I won’t mind,” he said with a smile.
Just a moment more—a few seconds was all I needed, I kept telling myself, but then I kept feeling like I only needed another and then another. Finally, I submitted, taking a heavy gulp, marveling at the size as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way it slid down my throat…and the taste that lingered in my mouth.
He was inside me. Yes, finally I had Liam in me.
He’s mine.
It was such a possessive thought…or was it a wish?
Whatever it was, even during a moment when nothing in my life should have made sense, it felt likewewere the only thing that made sense.
We stared at one another in that familiar way, communicating so much without saying a goddamn word, but unlike other times when his expression was more stoic, the pleasant smile across his face assured me of just how incredible a time it’d been for him too.
And that meant the world to me.
