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It was a catastrophe, a tsunami, cataclysmic destruction.
Before he could find a way to extract himself from the situation, Liza took the decision away, all hope of escaping before they hit the point of no return vanishing the second she lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, watching as she unfastened his pants, drawing them and his briefs down. He stepped out of them, groaning when Liza reached between his thighs and cupped his balls. He reached out, placing his hands flat against the wall behind her for support.
She glanced up at him briefly, the fucking smile that would be his downfall still on her face, before she turned her attention to his cock.
It was hard as concrete, the head an angry red. This erection had first appeared during their dance, and it had ridden at half-mast since. He was an unpinned grenade, ready to blow, and Liza was on her knees in front of him.
She wrapped one of her hands around his cock, the fingertips not touching. While his dick was an average length, it was thicker than most, something past lovers had either complained or raved about. Liza didn’t appear intimidated as her lips parted and her tongue darted out to steal her first taste.
She tightened her grip around his cock, running her hand up and down his hard flesh as she took the head into her mouth completely.
Matt closed his eyes, gray dots clouding his vision as he sought control. There was nothing like Liza’s lips, or the confident way she sucked him in. Her tongue teased the sensitive spot just beneath his head, and he groaned again.
She was pushing him too far, too fast, but nothing was going to stop him from coming inside her sweet, sexy mouth.
He wrapped his fingers in her hair, closing his fists around it, using that grip to tilt her head back, careful to keep his cock lodged inside her mouth.
“I’m going to come,” he explained. “And you’re going to swallow. All of it.”
She nodded just once, the most she could accomplish. She was struggling to keep him in her mouth while also dislodging his grip. Liza, foolishly, still believed she could take the upper hand, thought the power would be hers.
She was wrong.
He pulled her hair, her slight whimper a sign that her scalp stung. He didn’t relent.
“This isn’t going to be the end of the night.”
He saw from Liza’s scowl that was exactly her intention. He’d realized it the moment she dropped to her knees.
She still wasn’t finished fighting this thing between them. And while he appreciated her efforts, wishing he had her strength, they’d already gone way too far.
“This doesn’t end here,” he repeated. “You think you don’t want me, but you do. So I’m going to bury myself in that wet, tight cunt of yours, and we’re going to come again…together.”
She stilled for just a moment, and he wondered if she’d pull back, drop his cock, rise, and walk away. He wasn’t a hundred percent certain he’d be able to let her go.
“But first…” He prodded, pushing his cock the tiniest bit deeper into her mouth.
Mercifully, she didn’t fight him, taking him even deeper, her tongue stroking in a way that had him seeing stars.
He released her hair but kept his hands on her head, cupping the back of it, using that touch to drive his cock deep. She gave herself up to him, whatever internal struggle she’d waged done now.
She relinquished the reins, allowing him to direct her movements as he fucked her mouth, stealing as much as he could from her, all the while knowing…it would never be enough.
He shoved his hips forward, forcing more of his cock inside. She was at her limit, maybe even a touch beyond, but she didn’t cower or try to pull away. Instead, it felt as if she was fighting to give him even more.
She flexed her hand around his balls, squeezing gently, the action pushing Matt over the edge.
“Fuck!” he grunted as come spurted from the end of his cock, but Liza didn’t relent. She drew the pleasure out as she kept fucking him with her mouth, her lips, even the tiniest touch of her teeth.
Once his climax passed, he slowly withdrew, watching as Liza swallowed. Her lips were puffy, red, well-used. She ran her fingertips over them, touching the juices that remained there.
He gripped her upper arms, tugging her up from the floor, drawing her into another kiss, needing to taste—her, him, what they’d created together.
Liza’s kisses were going to be his new obsession. He would spend the rest of his life craving them, dreaming of them, addicted to the memory of them.
After minutes, maybe hours, he broke the kiss, cupping her cheek, trying to memorize the way she looked right now, storing it away for all the long, lonely nights to come.
