Page 113 of The Match Faker

‘Fuck, yes!’ Liam’s eyes widened like a light bulb had just gone off in his mind. He reached for his phone. ‘Hi, yeah. Do you deliver? Great. Can I get a tub of cookies ’n’ cream, and do you have tutti-frutti flavour? Excellent. One of those too, please.’

He’d ordered my favourite. God, this man was amazing. And I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him. I dropped my slice of pizza on the plate and got up.

‘What’s up? Aren’t you hungry?’

‘I am. I’m very hungry. But I don’t feel like eating pizza right now.’

‘I can get you something else if you want?’

‘I’m hoping you can.’ I marched to his side of the table and dropped to my knees.

‘What are you…’ Liam frowned. As I reached for his belt buckle, the realisation hit him.

‘You were amazing tonight. Helping out those kids, impressing everyone with your talent. That was very hot.’ I unzipped his jeans. ‘And remembering my favourite ice cream flavour too. Also hot.’ His dick strained against his boxer shorts. I didn’t even need to feel him to tell that he was rock-hard. ‘And I think all of this good behaviour should be rewarded.’

‘What did you have in mind?’ Liam said, his eyes fixed on mine.

‘You can keep eating your pizza, but I’m in the mood for some cock.’ I slid my hand inside the opening of his boxers and his hard length sprang free.

After wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I opened wide, then slid him in my mouth. Liam tensed, then groaned. I heard the sound of his pizza slice being dropped on the plate, then the rustle of a serviette.

‘Fuck, Mia.’ Liam gripped my hair, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. ‘That feels amazing.’

I moved him slowly in and out. At one point he thrust so deep I almost choked, but I kept going.

Next I licked him from the base to tip. He was already leaking pre-cum and I circled his head, savouring the salty taste.

‘Mmm.’ My gaze flicked up to his. Liam’s eyes rolled back in his head.

‘Mia.’ The sound of him calling my name in a strangled voice was such a turn-on. ‘You don’t know how many times I dreamt about you sucking my cock. I’m not gonna last. So if you don’t want me to explode in your mouth’—he paused, trying to catch his breath—‘you’d better stop now.’

‘No way.’ I shook my head. ‘You know me. Once I start something, I like to see it through to the end.’ I slid him back in my mouth.

Bobbing my head up and down, I increased the rhythm. It wasn’t long before Liam tensed. A feral groan echoed around the room as he emptied himself in my mouth.

He thrust a few more times, then when I was sure he was done, I slid him out slowly, and wiped my hand across my damp lips.

Liam slumped back on the chair, his chest heaving. Seeing him there, with a satisfied grin across his face was everything. After all the pleasure he’d given me, I was glad I’d done something to make him happy.

‘Wow,’ he said finally. ‘That was better than my dreams. Thank you.’

‘My pleasure.’ I sat up. ‘So… how much are you willing to break your healthy eating ban tonight? There’s something else I want to do for you.’

‘I don’t think anything’s gonna top that BJ’—he reached for another serviette to clean himself up—‘but what were you thinking?’

‘Nothing sexual. Just, I remembered you used to like chocolate chip cookies, right?’

‘Yeah!’ He smiled, tucking his dick back in his boxers and pulling up his jeans.

‘As a treat, I bought some cookie dough. It’s hiding in the fridge. All I have to do is cut them into pieces and put them in the oven. What do you think? Want some?’

‘Yeah! Thanks! That’s really sweet of you.’

‘Okay!’ I jumped up and headed to the kitchen. I had a glass of water, then prepared the cookies on a baking tray. Just as I’d finished putting them in the oven and setting the timer, the doorbell rang. ‘I’ll get it!’ I called out.

It was the ice cream. Once I’d collected the bag from the delivery driver, I took it to the dining room. Liam was standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with desire.

‘I’ll just get some bowls and spoons,’ I said.

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