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worst. The chefs implemented a strict diet. All of the grounds workers and housekeepers were advised to speak to him solely in French. Nana bore into him with looks of sheer revulsion until he felt uncomfortable eating.
    With a start, Liam shook the scene out of his head.
    Sweet, carefree laughter traveled through his closed door. The rigid regimen Liam had to deal with during his freshman, and sophomore year of school vanished. He got up and stepped out of his room. In the living room, Shawn was groping a leggy blonde.
    “Oh you're here,” said Whitley.
    Liam turned around, and from the open living room-kitchen floor plan, he saw Whitley. Her jean skirt barely covering her creamy white thighs. She gulped down Simply Orange straight from the bottle. She smiled at him, turned around and her ass arched upwards as she replaced the bottle in the bottom of the stainless steel refrigerator. Then she stood up, doughy eyes glued to his.
    Liam cocked his head to his bedroom door, and there was the giddy laughter again as she followed.
    Whitley had to be at least five-foot-eleven to his six-foot-two. Her slender, long arms closed the door, and she met Liam before he had enough time to sit back on the edge of the bed. To her knees, she fell. Whitley unbuttoned his belt as though it were a competition.
    Her warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock, enticingly slow. At the very same time, Whitley’s tongue twirled and savored each inch of him until the head of his manhood grazed her tonsils. Whitley whimpered as if wanting to take in more of him, she batted her eyelashes, looking Liam straight in the eye.
    Her head bobbed up and down, catching a rhythm. Liam’s biceps strained, as he forced his mind off Raven. It was maddening. Whitley’s tongue twirled around the nerves of his cock, and then her mouth wanted more, opening wider.
    Ready to release, he called out her name.
    Whitley sat up and licked her glossy pink lips. Head tilted just slightly, she asked, “ Did you just call me Raven? Liam, did you just call me another chick’s name?”
    “Yes.” He nodded. It was a mistake, and instead of apologizing, he took the Delacroix way. Liam’s fingers twirled through the hair at the nape of Whitley’s neck. She rose at his command. He stood up behind her. His rock hard body slamming against her back.
    Whitley giggled, snatching up her jean skirt.
    Baffled, Liam gasped, “Damn, no panties?”
    “Nope.” Whitley grinned.
    He grabbed a condom from the dresser as Whitley’s slender back arched for him. Liam’s hand caressed the curve at the small of her back, before he slapped her bottom. He gripped her hips and filled up Whitley’s soaking wet pussy in one quick push.
    She shrieked with delight. “Liam, God, you're huge!”
    His hand pawed her ass cheek before getting good enough leverage. As Liam’s thrusts quickened, Whitley’s palms slammed down on the counter of his computer table. The effect made her back arch even more, and she tightened around him.
    Whitley delighted in his frustrations. She met each thrust with her own grunt of desire. His cock slammed inside her over and over, and Liam disconnected himself with the present as he sought release.
    “Fuck!” Whitley screamed as Liam continued. With no regard to her, his erection soared in and out of her sleek wetness. His hand gripped a thick shock of hair, making the thrusting movements sync to perfection.
    When they’d finished, he sunk onto the bed and slowly removed the condom as Whitley giggled, readjusting her skirt.
    Whitley tousled his hair. She always said how much she liked his hair after they’d fucked. This time, she stood there for a moment, eyes glazed over in a dreamy state.
    “Hell’s bells, Liam. Well whoever Raven is, God bless her. You always blow my fucking mind, but good Lord, I mean... Call me anytime the two of you hit a rocky patch in your relationship.”
    Liam took a deep breath. “If Raven were mine, there'd be no rocky patches. No