Page 87 of The Match Faker

What was I just saying about him screwing me on a kitchen counter? Right now, Liam could offer to fuck me in a sewer and I’d agree.

Anything to have him inside of me.

He peeled down his boxers. As his cock sprang free, my jaw crashed to the floor.

The rumours were true.

Liam Stone was hung like a horse.

It was long and thick.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified about the damage that might do to my insides. But desire told logic to fuck off.

He scooped his jeans off the floor, pulled out his wallet, then a condom.

‘So?’ He stepped forward. ‘Do you want this? Or should I put it away?’

‘No.’ I ran my hand from the base of his smooth dick all the way to the tip, which was already leaking pre-cum. ‘Put it inside me.’

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Ilicked my lips, savouring the taste of Mia’s juices.

I’d dreamt about burying my head between her legs for years, so I was surprised I hadn’t come already. I’d got pretty close, though.

When she told me to fuck her, I almost exploded in my boxers. And now she just told me to put my cock inside her, it was game over.

I wasn’t gonna waste any more time.

After ripping open the condom wrapper and rolling it down my hard length, I stepped forward.

‘Last chance to back out.’ I lined my cock up at her entrance. ‘It’s been a while for me and according to you, I’m supposed to hate you, so I can’t promise I’ll be gentle. You sure you can take it?’

‘I’m a big girl. Just hurry up,’ she commanded.

What the lady wants, the lady gets.

I pulled Mia to the edge of the counter, then drove my cock into her.

Mia cried out and I paused.

‘You good?’ I asked.

‘I just… please, just fuck me.’

‘Yes, ma’am!’

I ploughed into Mia, feeding every inch of my thickness inside her, over and over. She was so fucking wet and I loved it.

‘Oh God!’ she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut. ‘More.’

After gripping her hips tighter, I drove into her, harder, faster.

‘Take off your dress.’

‘Can’t,’ she panted, scraping her nails down my back.

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