Page 86 of The Match Faker

Every time his mouth touched me, a bolt of electricity shot up my spine.

‘Oh my God!’ I cried out, gripping his hair.

As he circled me, my body sparked, like there were fireworks in my veins rather than blood.

So this was what it felt like to have a real man. I wasn’t even sure I was still on this earth. I hadn’t even come yet and I already felt like I was in heaven.

I looked down. The sight of Liam’s head between my legs was incredible. When I’d read about all those heroes in romance books calling grown women a good girl, I’d thought it was demeaning. But there was nothing demeaning about seeing his head buried between my thighs as he did everything he could to give me pleasure.

I pushed his face deeper into me. He could call me good girl all night if he made me feel like this.

Just when I thought I’d reached the height of pleasure, Liam slid two long, delicious fingers into me. I gasped, my hips shooting up from the cold marble island. I tried to close my legs. The sensations were almost too much. Liam lifted his head.

‘I’m in the middle of fucking you with my tongue. Spread those legs for me, sweetheart.’

As my legs flopped open again, he continued dipping his fingers in and out of me whilst circling my clit.

‘I can’t,’ I cried out. ‘I’m going to…’

‘That’s it, baby.’ He continued pumping his fingers whilst lapping at me with his tongue.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, ohhhhhh God!!’

My orgasm ripped through me like an explosion. I felt it from my scalp right down to my toes.

Holy crap. Normally it took a lot of stimulation, usually from my vibrator, for me to even come close. But Liam rocks up with his talented mouth and makes me come faster than a bolt of lightning.

Liam lifted his head from between my legs, a satisfied grin across his face. And that wasn’t the only thing on his face.

‘Good for you?’ He licked his lips.

‘Good?’ I panted, still trying to catch my breath. ‘That was… incredible.’ I didn’t care if that made his ego swell to the size of five continents. He deserved the praise.

‘Glad to be of service.’

‘Should I… get down?’ I wouldn’t mind staying here longer to recover.

‘Get down?’ His eyebrows knitted together. ‘You think we’re done?’

‘I thought you might be tired?’

‘That was just a warm-up. The appetiser. You said you wanted me to fuck you. Have you changed your mind?’

‘No. I did. I still do.’

‘Good.’

‘Shall we go to the bedroom?’

‘Too far. Unless you object, I’m gonna do you right here.’

I swallowed hard. I’d never done it in the kitchen before. It always seemed so… unsanitary.

Liam lifted his T-shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest, and a fresh wave of tingles raced through me.

Next he undid his jeans, then pulled them down, slowly. As I took in the sight of his hard-on straining against his boxers, I almost wept.

The man was a god.

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