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My thoughts are interrupted by the devilish smirk growing on his face as his thumb presses down harder on my tongue. “Hungry?” My face glows red with shame. “Time to put that filthy mouth of yours to good use.”

Chapter 11

Liam

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The second she looks at my cock like a desperate little girl in awe at the size, I know I’m in for a thrill. For years, I’ve dreamed of having her in front of me on her knees, begging me to take her.

Sure, there’s no begging. Yet.

But I can wait.

What I can’t fucking wait for is to sink my dick deep into her throat, and I’m gonna start right now.

“Open your mouth,” I say, tilting down her chin.

She looks up at me with disdain in her eyes but eventually sticks out her tongue, and the sight makes me harden even more. Her eyes flick back and forth between my cock and my eyes, unable to resist the sheer size of it.

I know I’m big.

It’s going to be even bigger when it’s inside her.

And I can’t wait to watch her find out.

In fact, I haven’t seen anyone look at me the way she looks at me and my hard-on, so full of amazement and in awe of the size. Not like any of the other girls I’ve been with. Then again, she’s not like them at all. They wanted me, while she wants nothing to do with me.

And that only makes her sitting on her knees hotter than anything I’ve ever seen before.

I grin like a motherfucker as I step forward until my length is at the tip of her tongue. Just the thought of her tongue twisting around my hard-on sends a jolt of lust down my spine, and my dick bobs up and down against her bottom lip.

“Lick,” I groan.

Her tongue dips out farther, and when it touches the tip, I almost explode right there and then.

But I hold back and force myself to swallow my damn excitement so I can enjoy her tongue swiveling around my length. And fuck me, it feels so damn good I could thrust inside right this very second.

But I want her to work for it.

Yearn for it like I have yearned for her all these years.

“Show me how badly you want it,” I say as I swipe some hair from her face. “Suck me like you mean it.”

Her eyes twitch, but she still inches forward and finally takes me into her mouth. I groan with pleasure, arching my back. The sensations of her wet mouth enveloping me are too much to take.

God, I would kill for this.

I have.

It was fucking worth it.

And I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat as long as she’s mine.

“Is this what you want?” she suddenly mutters between sucks and licks. “To treat me like a whore?”

I tilt my head and take my length from her mouth so I can lean over and look her in the eyes. “No, Jas. If I wanted you to be a whore, I’d spit in your mouth.”

She looks shocked. And the strawberry red blotches appearing on her skin don’t go unnoticed.


Tags: Clarissa Wild Erotic