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Matt moved back in front of her, cupping her jaw, tilting her face up. “This isn’t a blow job, Liza. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
A soft “oh” fell from her lips as she licked them.
Matt grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it over her lush lips, back and forth, painting them with the pre-come beaded at the tip.
“Stick your tongue out. Taste me.”
Liza responded instantly, running her tongue around the head of his dick. Her gaze lowered, but that wasn’t right.
He tapped his knuckles under her chin twice. “Eyes up here. Don’t look away from me.”
Her dark chocolate-brown eyes found his beneath her thick lashes, their gazes locked as Matt guided the head of his cock back to her mouth.
“Open for me.”
Her lips parted and he pushed the mushroom-shaped head inside. Liza had commented on his “beast,” her description amusing him at the time, but now the monster was out of its lair and ready to roar.
Matt cupped the sides of her head, pushing deeper. His dick was wide—something his past lovers either raved or complained about—so he was stretching her mouth enough that it was probably uncomfortable.
Or so he thought. Until her eyelids grew heavy, and she moaned with desire as he pushed in another inch. The tip brushed the back of her throat, and Matt paused, took a deep breath, then three more, trying to calm himself down. It was that, or this would be over before it began.
He pushed in a tiny bit more, aware he was deep enough that he was limiting the amount of air she could draw into her lungs.
Her face flushed, and he withdrew until just the head was still buried inside her mouth. Liza sucked in a deep breath through her nose.
“Take another,” he urged, and she did so.
Then he shoved back inside, deeper, stretching her mouth, encouraging her to open her throat. Liza’s eyes glistened, tearing up, even as she tried to take more of him.
Matt tightened his grip on her head, his fists clenching around her thick hair, attempting to maintain control. She fought him until he tugged on her hair, pulling it hard enough to capture her attention.
“You’re fighting me for control. Take what I give you, Liza. Only what I give you.”
She blinked a few times, then stopped struggling against him. Her expression softened and he noted the exact second she put all the power in his hands. She’d dropped just enough comments about past lovers that he knew she’d most likely been the top in most of her sexual encounters. Or at the least, an equal partner.
Matt wondered how any man could take a woman like Liza to bed and not see this side of her. How they could not see this incredible, sensual, giving woman.
Liza remained still, letting Matt set the pace as he thrust in and out of her warm mouth. Every now and then, he felt the stroke of her tongue, but he could see in her eyes, her actions weren’t driven by a need to reclaim control but rather by outright arousal.
His thrusts grew shallower but faster, as Matt’s balls began to constrict. He was right there. On the edge.
“Liza!” he barked when her eyes drifted shut. They flew open, finding his again.
Jesus Christ. She was beautiful and—God help him—close to coming herself.
Matt was sorry he’d bound her hands because he suspected if he’d ordered her to touch herself, they would have reached their climaxes together.
Next time.
He held her gaze, let her see what was coming. He wouldn’t order her to swallow—this time—mainly because he wanted to see what she would do on her own. Where her preferences lie.
He groaned as the first spurt of come splashed against her throat. His fingers were still gripping her hair—too tightly—but he couldn’t make himself loosen that hold. The way Liza moaned told him she liked the sting.
Of course, that moan reverberating against his dick added the perfect sensation, and Matt called out her name, cursed, as he shot the rest of his come into her mouth.
“Liza. Fuck.”
She held true to his command, her eyes never leaving his, even as his own vision turned fuzzy. He grunted, his pleasure almost an agony when she swallowed every drop.
