Page 114 of The Match Faker

‘Forget the spoons. And we won’t need bowls.’ He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the dining table. ‘Take off your clothes.’

‘What?’ I frowned. ‘Let me put the ice cream in the freezer first so it doesn’t melt.’

‘Melted is exactly how I want it,’ Liam growled, then gently pushed me against the table. ‘So I’ll ask you again. Take off your clothes.’

We held eye contact as I stripped down to my underwear, then sat on the edge.

‘Tutti-Frutti, I need you completely naked.’

I took off my bra and knickers.

‘Good girl. Now it’s my turn to thank you. Properly.’ He trailed a kiss along my neck. ‘For inspiring me to write again.’ His mouth moved up to nibble my ear. ‘For coming to support me tonight…’ His tongue moved down to my collarbone. ‘For that epic BJ’—he swiped over my erect nipple—‘and for encouraging me to have some balance by eating whatever I want for a change.’

‘You don’t need to thank me.’ I smiled, my body fizzing with anticipation. ‘But if you insist…’

‘Oh, I do. Having pizza for the first time in months tasted great. But you’re the only dish I want to eat right now, so lay back and spread your legs. I’m about to devour you for dessert.’

Holy shit.

It took me less than a second to lay myself back on the cold marble. Liam reached in the bag and pulled out the tub of ice cream, then tipped it upside down and squeezed the carton so the melted liquid drizzled over my breasts.

As the cold cream hit my chest, I flinched and my nipples hardened.

Liam rolled down his jeans and boxer shorts, then straddled me, his dick rubbing against my clit.

He leant forward and licked the ice cream slowly off my nipple.

‘Ohhhh,’ I moaned.

The sensation of his warm tongue and the icy cream short-circuited my brain. With every lick and stroke I wanted more.

My hips bucked upwards. My body ached for him. I wanted Liam to touch between my legs. I wanted to feel his tongue there.

He licked inside my thighs, across my stomach, everywhere except where I needed him. I knew he was doing it on purpose and it was driving me crazy.

‘There.’ I pushed his head between my legs, but still he resisted. ‘Put some ice cream there…’

Liam lifted his head, ice cream covering his mouth.

‘You want me to put some ice cream here and lick your greedy pussy?’ He swiped his finger against my clit and I cried out.

‘Yes,’ I panted.

‘Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna eat it, but I won’t be putting any ice cream there. Wanna know why?’

‘Why?’ I struggled for breath.

‘Because I want to be able to taste you.’

He dragged his tongue down my stomach before trailing my inner thigh but deliberately ignoring my clit, again.

‘Please.’ I thrust my hips up. ‘If you want me to beg, I will.’

‘Tell me what you want, Tutti-Frutti.’

‘I want you to lick my pussy. Please. I need you.’

Liam teased me again. At one point I needed him so badly it felt like if he didn’t put his mouth on me I was going to die. And just as I was about to beg again, he climbed off, pulled my body to the edge of the table and dropped to his knees.

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