Heat covers my pussy, and I quake as his tongue grazes over my swollen clit. Liam doesn’t eat me like he’s doing me a favour; he licks, and sucks, and consumes me like I’m the answer to his starvation.
Fire fills my chest as I lose myself between pleasure and panic, needing air, but more than that, needing to come.
‘Come on my fucking face, darling,’ he demands with a growl against my pussy.
Sensation hits me hard enough that my whole body tenses, my hips trembling in his hands as my coretightens. Pleasure tears through me, and I cry out around Liam’s cock, digging my nails into his ass.
He pushes his tongue deep inside me, lapping until I sag in his arms, before righting his mask and pulling out of my mouth.
‘You didn’t come,’ I say between pants.
‘That’s because I’m not finished with you.’
Barely giving me a reprieve, Liam picks me up and throws me onto the couch, spreading my legs wide and filling me back up. It’s intense after coming so hard, everything pulsating. Kneeling on the floor, he cradles my head, thrusting deep, those brown eyes watching me intently.
When he lets out a low moan, I can’t help but fall for him. Is there anything better than a slutty little moan tumbling from a big, strong guy? Mask or not, I can see pleasure sinking its claws into him. Dragging him into the flow of pure lust.
Grazing my fingers over the edge of the mask, temptation calls me. I want to see his face so badly.
He grips my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head on the couch.
‘Not yet.’
‘Then fuck me hard enough to forget about wanting to see your face.’
Holding my wrists tight, he goes to town, pushing so deep that it makes me feel a little sick.
‘You’re something else,’ he groans.
‘I’m yours,’ I whisper.
My phone starts to ring where I left it on the arm of the sofa, and Liam’s eyes go to it before narrowing.
‘What?’ I ask.
‘It’s your booty call boy.’
‘Darren,’ I say, and Liam wraps a hand around my throat.
‘Don’t say his name while I’m inside you.’ His voice is oh-so-deliciously angry and deep.
With his other hand, he reaches for the phone, never letting up from pounding me into the sofa. It stops ringing, and I relax.
‘Hello,’ says Darren, his voice tinny.
My eyes widen as I look up at Liam, whose eyes are dark as coal.
He tightens his grip around my throat and thrusts so deep that I whimper.
‘Kat? Babe. Are you okay?’
‘She’s more than okay,’ Liam growls. ‘She’s about to come all over my cock again.’
My hook-up guy is on the phone while I’m being fucked six ways to hell by a masked man’s pierced cock.
‘Kat?’ Darren sounds half furious and half dejected, and the fact that he’s listening turns me on way more than is decent.
‘Oh god,’ I cry out as Liam leans forward, fucking me hard while talking directly to my face.
