34. April

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

april

I'm in utter bliss. I'm spent. And I feel worshiped.

More. He kept asking for more. An amazed smile is splashed on my face. I suspect it must have been there for a while because my cheeks feel a bit sore. What the fuck was that? Who is this man? I've just had some of the biggest orgasms of my life and have yet to feel his cock.

His big, huge, thick, veiny, beautiful cock. I look down, expecting to see a mess and find nothing, no evidence of his release.

What I do find is his raging dick standing up, the head looking darker and leaking. Wait. He didn't come?

Unlike me, Liam ignores it and kisses his way up my body, caressing me with his skilful hands. He gives my boobs extra attention and a rough squeeze, massaging them, looking at them with adoration, bringing his head down to suck and nibble on my nipples.

One would've thought his jaw had grown tired of sucking today, but not Liam. This man is a machine. I moan and my eyes drift close, legs ready to give up standing. But Liam is there to hold me safe and in place, making it hard to keep my focus on his even harder cock.

I reach for it, and he jerks away as I wrap my fingers around its head. "Liam, babe. It's my turn."

I love that we don't fight to come. We fight to make the other one come.

My mouth is watering since I laid eyes on that cock. I need it.

He brings it closer so I can pump him while he sucks my tits. I take hold of it again and he jerks away after two pumps. His hands move to my waist and he rests his forehead on mine, catching his breath.

"Fuck, April. I feel like I'm going to come in two seconds."

I look up into his eyes, drunk with the knowledge that I have the same effect on him that he has on me. A naughty smile breaks free and Liam mirrors it, making my heart squeeze.

"Then I better get on my knees now, because I'm fucking parched for you." I drop down to the carpet in one go, wrap his cock in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I lick his precum first, moaning as the saltiness hits my tastebuds. Then I sink down slowly, letting my lips stretch over his thickness until the head hits the back of my throat. Gag reflex? I don't know her.

"Fuuuuu-u-u-uck," he cries. The sound fights to escape his vocal cords. It's hoarse, guttural, and it fills the entire apartment. His thighs' muscles flex beneath my palms as he bucks his hips, driving deeper into my mouth. All the while, his hands run through my hair and he tells me how good it feels. How sinful and perfect my mouth is.

I'm breathing through my nose, tears are running down my cheeks and still I feel like a fucking queen. It's a powerful feeling to make this 6 foot 4 man shake like a leaf at the tip of my tongue. Or the back of my throat, to be more accurate. Liam caresses my hair and face the whole time.

"Fuck, gorgeous. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Taking me so deep. You look fucking perfect with those lips wrapped around my cock." I glance at him, the shift in the angle of my head making him slip deeper. I swallow, tightening my throat around his cock, and his face turns into one of a tortured man. "Don't look up or you'll ruin all my efforts not to come."

I hum in agreement as I close my eyes. I revel in the throbbing of my pussy as its wetness leaks down my thighs.

I want to make it last, but I want to make him come. I'm torn, but it's a win-win situation, really.

Releasing his shaft, I suck a breath in and pump his dick very slowly, avoiding his engorged head. This dick wants to come, no question about it.

More precum leaks and I drink it, sucking on his cock like I would that first taste of a soft serve, and Liam begs for help from above.

Nice and slow, I stroke the tip of my tongue from the base to the tip. I do it over and over again, adding lots of saliva, making it nice and wet for me to pump that long shaft.

I bring my hand all the way up, covering the head, and his back arches. I drink that power in.

I slide my hand down and as soon as the head is clear, my lips cover it, sucking gently, following the path of my hand, until his cock hits the back of my throat again.

I hum to show my appreciation and he pumps his hips forward, holding my head in place and fucking my mouth for mere seconds, before pulling it out and breathing out in huffs like he's running for his life.

"You don't get to keep this cock from me, Liam." Fuck, how I love to throw his words back at him. If it was a sport, we'd be gold medalists. I tighten my hand around the base of his dick, and hold his balls too to punctuate my point. He bites into his bottom lip to hide a smile. I start caressing his balls, and he opens his legs wider to give me better access.

"Did I ask you not to come?" I give the head of his oversensitive cock a wet, gentle kiss with lots of tongue and his jaw falls open. My eyes never leave his.

"Am I behaving like I don't want you to come?" I put my tongue out and slap the head of his cock on it, then take almost all of his length in one go, sucking it in and pulling it out. Watching him watching me. "Can't you tell how much I love how you taste?" I lift his dick and suck on one of his balls, pulling it into my mouth with care. His other ball is awarded the same treatment. Then I scratch them lightly with my nails and he hisses, jerking forward.

"Have I ever wasted a drop of your cum?" I flatten my tongue and press it over the split of his head, chasing any precum.

"I want to take you deep, Liam, and then deeper." I pump him. I want to swallow you whole. "I want to take your big…" pump, "... long," pump, pump, pump, "... thick cock all the way in. I want to choke on it. It'll burn so good. My eyes will well up, breathing won't be easy and still I'll ache for more of you." I lick base to head again and pump him slowly, but with a firm grip.

"So if you don't mind, I'm going to suck this cock dry now." I suck two fingers from my other hand and he looks confused for a split second before realization strikes him as my hand makes its way to my pussy.

He hisses a "Jesus, fuck, this woman is going to kill me" as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Quench my thirst, big boy, and come down my throat."

I'm bringing my mouth to his dick when he grabs me by the hair to get me there faster and starts fucking my face with utter abandon.

"You want to taste me? You want me to come down your throat?" Unable to answer with a mouthful, I try to convey my answer by doubling my efforts. A vacuum cleaner on turbo mode has nothing on me.

He watches me, face twisted in pleasure, mouth agape, and eyes full of… adoration. He looks at me in such a way that makes me rub myself harder. I'm completely soaked and about to come. Our eyes are locked. I feel powerful, precious, worshiped by this man.

I explode.

The strength of yet another orgasm takes me by surprise. I watch the smug look on Liam's face as I scream, but the sound gets muffled by the cock filling my mouth.

Tears run down my face and he swipes them away.

"That's my good girl."

And I rub my poor clit some more.

Liam tries to slow it down so I can catch my breath, but he never stops fucking my mouth.

"Are you ready for me? Can I come?" I nod and breathe through my nose, ready to drink it all up, hollowing my cheeks. I run my palm, then my nails under his sack.

"Fuck," he screams, then pistons into my mouth as he empties himself. True to my word, I swallow all he gives me and don't miss a drop.