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Author: Kelly Favor
created in a fancy gym, because usually those guys were ripped but out of
balance—like huge arms and skinny legs, or big legs and no chest. Whereas Liam’s body
was proportionate, and strong in a way that seemed practical.
She found him hot—that was the bottom
line of it all. She was getting off
on just touching his dick and playing with his balls, and now she slid her hand
off his shaft and stroked it up his stomach, enjoying the feel of the ridges of
his abdomen. And then she slid her
hand up to his pectorals, which contracted and hardened.
As she slid her hand back to the base of
his penis, she leaned down and slid his entire cock into her mouth.
“Mmmmmmm….”
“Holy fuck,” Liam whispered, as she slid
her lips all the way down to his balls.
Grace took him in as much as she
could. Before today, she wouldn’t
have exactly described herself as loving to give head. She’d done it, of course, and received
some compliments over the years. But she’d always sort of done it out of obligation. It was just a thing that guys wanted and
so she did it.
But this was different.
This was fun, and sexy, and she loved how
his cock tasted and felt in her mouth.
As she sucked him off, she massaged the
top of his thighs and his belly with her hands. Her pussy was getting so wet again,
vibrating with pleasure as she took him in and out of her mouth.
God,
I might actually come from doing this. How weird is that?
And it was weird. Nobody was touching her pussy, nothing
was going on down there, but she was so incredibly hot from giving Liam head,
and it was making her crazy.
Soon, Liam’s hips were moving in time
with Grace’s bobbing head, and although her jaw was getting achy, she was way
too excited to care. His cock was
wet, slick, slathered in her saliva. She could taste some of his cum already, because he was getting closer
to finishing.
As she felt him readying, Grace began
stroking his shaft with one hand while she continued sucking the top of his
penis frantically.
“Holy shit,” Liam said. “Holy fucking shit.” And then he exploded into her mouth, and
it was even more than last night.
She tried to swallow as much of it as she
could, but some ended up pouring down his shaft and dripping onto her
hands. Grace loved it. She loved the feeling of power, and
suddenly she was finishing too—her center contracting and spasming with
an intense, brief orgasm that was altogether different than any she’d had up ‘til
now.
A few final thrusts, and he was done,
exhausted, and he flopped backwards as Grace sat up and got off the bed.
She went into the bathroom and cleaned up
to the best of her ability. When
she came out again, Liam was wiping himself off with a towel and still
completely nude.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said.
“Okay,” Grace replied, feeling a little
embarrassed again.
This
isn’t me. Who does this? What, exactly, am I doing right now?
“Listen,” Liam said, meeting her gaze.
Oh
boy. Here it comes. The big brush off.
“I’m listening,” she said, preparing
herself.
“I still want you to come to breakfast,”
he said. “Can you hang for a bit?”
“Are you sure? Because I don’t need a pity breakfast. ”
He laughed. “This isn’t a pity breakfast,
Grace. You’re so cynical it’s
impressive.”
“That’s me,” she sighed. “Impressively cynical.”
“I’ll be out in just a few,” he told her,
as he casually walked into the bathroom. She stared at his chiseled ass and the network of interlocking muscles
in his back as he walked away from her.
Her eyes narrowed, when she saw some
clear bruising around his kidney area and also some red welts on the side of
his thigh.
She wondered what the heck had done that
to him. At night, she hadn’t been
able to see any of it, but today it was obvious he’d been in some kind of
accident.
Or maybe it wasn’t
balance—like huge arms and skinny legs, or big legs and no chest. Whereas Liam’s body
was proportionate, and strong in a way that seemed practical.
She found him hot—that was the bottom
line of it all. She was getting off
on just touching his dick and playing with his balls, and now she slid her hand
off his shaft and stroked it up his stomach, enjoying the feel of the ridges of
his abdomen. And then she slid her
hand up to his pectorals, which contracted and hardened.
As she slid her hand back to the base of
his penis, she leaned down and slid his entire cock into her mouth.
“Mmmmmmm….”
“Holy fuck,” Liam whispered, as she slid
her lips all the way down to his balls.
Grace took him in as much as she
could. Before today, she wouldn’t
have exactly described herself as loving to give head. She’d done it, of course, and received
some compliments over the years. But she’d always sort of done it out of obligation. It was just a thing that guys wanted and
so she did it.
But this was different.
This was fun, and sexy, and she loved how
his cock tasted and felt in her mouth.
As she sucked him off, she massaged the
top of his thighs and his belly with her hands. Her pussy was getting so wet again,
vibrating with pleasure as she took him in and out of her mouth.
God,
I might actually come from doing this. How weird is that?
And it was weird. Nobody was touching her pussy, nothing
was going on down there, but she was so incredibly hot from giving Liam head,
and it was making her crazy.
Soon, Liam’s hips were moving in time
with Grace’s bobbing head, and although her jaw was getting achy, she was way
too excited to care. His cock was
wet, slick, slathered in her saliva. She could taste some of his cum already, because he was getting closer
to finishing.
As she felt him readying, Grace began
stroking his shaft with one hand while she continued sucking the top of his
penis frantically.
“Holy shit,” Liam said. “Holy fucking shit.” And then he exploded into her mouth, and
it was even more than last night.
She tried to swallow as much of it as she
could, but some ended up pouring down his shaft and dripping onto her
hands. Grace loved it. She loved the feeling of power, and
suddenly she was finishing too—her center contracting and spasming with
an intense, brief orgasm that was altogether different than any she’d had up ‘til
now.
A few final thrusts, and he was done,
exhausted, and he flopped backwards as Grace sat up and got off the bed.
She went into the bathroom and cleaned up
to the best of her ability. When
she came out again, Liam was wiping himself off with a towel and still
completely nude.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said.
“Okay,” Grace replied, feeling a little
embarrassed again.
This
isn’t me. Who does this? What, exactly, am I doing right now?
“Listen,” Liam said, meeting her gaze.
Oh
boy. Here it comes. The big brush off.
“I’m listening,” she said, preparing
herself.
“I still want you to come to breakfast,”
he said. “Can you hang for a bit?”
“Are you sure? Because I don’t need a pity breakfast. ”
He laughed. “This isn’t a pity breakfast,
Grace. You’re so cynical it’s
impressive.”
“That’s me,” she sighed. “Impressively cynical.”
“I’ll be out in just a few,” he told her,
as he casually walked into the bathroom. She stared at his chiseled ass and the network of interlocking muscles
in his back as he walked away from her.
Her eyes narrowed, when she saw some
clear bruising around his kidney area and also some red welts on the side of
his thigh.
She wondered what the heck had done that
to him. At night, she hadn’t been
able to see any of it, but today it was obvious he’d been in some kind of
accident.
Or maybe it wasn’t