Page 115 of The Match Faker

Then, he finally spread my legs and buried his tongue inside me.

‘Oh God!’ I screamed.

Seconds later, the oven timer sounded, like it was alerting me that an orgasm was about to erupt.

Liam was sucking and circling my clit and my body felt like a bomb that was seconds away from detonation. ‘The…’ I struggled to speak—my brain had turned to mush. I realised that the alarm was still sounding. I didn’t want anything to interrupt the surge of pleasure pulsing through me. But I didn’t want to start a fire either. ‘Th-the cookies… They’re going to… ohhh… burn.’

Liam lifted his head and I instantly missed the heat from his mouth.

‘Let them burn,’ he growled. ‘The whole damn world can burn down right now. Nothing else exists when I’m fucking you.’

He buried his head back between my legs and I knew that after hearing those words, there was no way I’d be able to hold back.

As Liam’s tongue flicked against me, once more, then twice, then three times, that was all it took. The wave built inside me, ripping through me like a tsunami.

‘Ohhhhh, Jesus!!!’ I dug my nails into his back and lifted my hips off the table before collapsing back down. My chest heaved and my heart raced.

Every time I thought Liam had given me the best orgasm in my life, he went and smashed his own world record.

‘Satisfied?’ He sat up.

‘More than satisfied,’ I replied. ‘If this was a survey, you’d be scoring a thousand out of ten.’

‘Just a thousand?’ He tilted his head to the side. ‘Seems like I’ve still got some work to do. Mind if I put my cock inside you now? I’d like to do you right here.’

I’d never done it on a dining table before, but it was on my secret fantasy list.

‘Give it to me.’ I laid myself open for him again.

After rolling a condom down his hard length, he thrust into me. I cried out. Partly from ecstasy and partly from the sheer size of him.

As he rocked on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his back.

‘You good?’ His face creased.

‘Yeah, you feel amazing. Don’t stop.’

Liam picked up the pace and as he pummelled into me the pizza box flew off the table, followed by the glasses, which smashed on the floor.

And the oven alarm was still going off, the scent of melted chocolate and cookie dough wafting into the room. But I didn’t care. We had time before it became dangerous. Liam was inside me and like he said nothing was going to get in the way of him making me see stars again.

‘I want to go on top,’ I said.

Before I first had sex with Liam, I didn’t feel confident in my bedroom skills. But now, seeing the way he looked at me, with desire, lust and affection made me feel like I was the sexiest woman in the world.

‘Hell yeah.’ He gripped my body, then flipped me over like I was as light as a feather. I straddled him and lowered myself back onto his dick.

As I rocked my hips back and forth, Liam fixed his gaze on me.

‘That’s it, baby. Ride my cock like a good girl. God, Mia. You’re so fucking beautiful.’

He reached up and played with my breasts, pinching my nipples, then slipped his fingers between my folds and circled my clit.

Game over.

I rode him faster, my boobs bouncing as my nails dug into his solid chest.

My second orgasm ripped through me and I cried out again. Liam gripped my arse, lifting his body off the table, then a raw, loud rumble shot from the back of his throat as he came.

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