Page 69 of Boss Abroad

“Lick me hard, Liam. Lick it. Yes, flat, like that. YES.” I comply with her every command, flattening my tongue and licking her swollen bundle of nerves over and over, lighter and then harder. Frustration and pleasure bring April to the brink.

Then I suck on her clit, slow at first, but she just bounces harder on my fingers, so I suck with intent and hum my appreciation, letting it reverberate inside her. April grabs into my hair frantically, pressing her pussy harder into my face.

“Liam, I’m going to come. Come with me, please. Please, come with me,” she pleads, desperate. “Pump that cock hard and fast for me.” There I go, diligent as ever, pumping as dexterous as I can with my left hand, but it’s just too awkward.

I know how to make better use of that hand. A way that’ll make those fireworks about to light under April’s eyelids shine even brighter.

As soon as her pussy starts pulsating and her moans rise to announce her big ending, I take some cum that leaked from her pussy and spread it on her ass, rub it in and insert one finger, making her convulse like she’s being fucking electrocuted.

Thank fuck for the wall behind her to help me hold her in place. I edge the finger in and out of her ass and April goes from moaning to screaming.

I keep sucking her clit in waves, pacing it according to her moans and breathing. Fucking her ass and her pussy slowly, one finger going in while the other goes almost all the way out, until she rides it off.

It’s raw, beautiful. She fights to stand, to steady her breath, to keep the aftershocks at bay. She tries and fails to talk a few times, especially when I pick up the pace.

My fuck puppet, I think and smile to myself.

Once she’s steady, I take my fingers from inside her, hold her by the thighs and bury my face in her. She smells fucking divine after she comes. I inhale deep, and lick her one last time, making her laugh and squirm on my face.

“Fuck, fuckety, fuck. I’m fucking addicted to this pussy. How fucked am I?”

The pussy doesn’t answer me back, but the owner on top of her is laughing.

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.”

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