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“Liam,” I beg. “Please let me come.”

He squeezes my ass twice, and I let go of my control. The built-up pressure bursts, causing all the sensations overwhelming my body to rumble through me in waves. My thighs tremble as Liam holds me tight, and he rocks me on his shoulders so I’m riding him through my orgasm. I cry out his name as I struggle to keep my grip on the bar, so weak I’m shaking. With each aftershock, the pleasure jolts down through my toes.

Chest heaving, I glance at Liam, his mouth shining as he smirks up at me. He kisses my clit, and I spasm again, helpless against his mouth. In one swift motion, he slides himself from beneath my legs, then catches me as I fall. But before I can gasp, he clutches my thighs tight around his waist, and I slump toward him, my arms looped around his neck. He kisses me deeply.

I taste myself on his lips, my desire for him tangible and slippery. As I try to squeeze my weakened thighs around him, I’m reminded how solid he is, how firm his muscles are between my legs. The very strength of him is dangerous, and I shiver at the thought.

I’m a killer.

I shove the words to the back of my mind, focusing on Liam’s tongue in my mouth. The fact that his tongue was just in my channel makes me feel lewd in the best possible way.

He breaks our kiss to press his forehead to mine.

“Did you like the mirror?” he asks.

My cheeks go red hot as I nod, my sweaty forehead sliding against his.

“Tell me,” he orders, and his tone makes my nipples go stiff again.

“Yes,” I say. “I liked watching you… do that.”

“Say it,” he commands, tightening his grip on my butt. I suck in a breath, our faces so close together.

“I liked watching you eat my pussy,” I whisper, knowing it’s the word he wants to hear. I shiver with how filthy it is, and Liam crushes his mouth to mine.

I go breathless as he carries me across the room. I can’t see where we’re going, but then he’s lowering us both, and suddenly I’m sitting on his lap. The thick press of him between my legs makes me rock my hips automatically, and I feel my wetness dampen his gym shorts. He groans as I grind against him, holding me tight for several seconds.

When he lets go, it’s to tug off my shirt and bra, practically tearing them in his hurry. We’re on the bench press, I realize. Right in front of the mirror. As he lies back in a controlled reverse crunch, I get a full view of myself on top of him. And it’s empowering. My skin glows from my orgasm, as if my body’s showing off how healthy and wonderful I feel.

All because of Liam.

He’s gorgeous beneath me, and I slide my hands up his lean abs, reveling in the feel of his strength. He tilts his hips so his hardness juts against my center, but there’s too much fabric between us. With Liam supporting me for balance, I swing my leg off of him, then gently pull down his shorts and underwear. When his hardness springs free, my eyes go wide, and I realize I’m licking my lips. I start to lower myself to my knees, but he grips my wrist.

“No,” he says. “I want you to watch in the mirror. I want you to see your pussy take all of my cock.”

His words send another rush of wetness to my core. As my legs shake, he holds onto my waist, guiding me firmly as I straddle him again. Then he lets go. He folds his hands behind his head, showing off the strength of his biceps, watching me.

Gently, I move to position him at my entrance. I’ve felt him stretch me open before, but in the mirror, he looks impossibly big. I bite my lip as I sink onto him, watching my reflection take his thickness inch by inch. The sight is miraculous, and I feel triumphant as I take all of him inside me. When I’ve settled at his base, he’s so deep that I can barely move. I’m speared through, like a butterfly pinned in place. The sheer size of him makes my eyes water.

Then he tilts his hips, angling himself inside me. I cry out, ready to fall forward, but Liam catches me by my neck. He’s still got one hand behind his head, the pose so casual as his eyes glitter with intensity. With his fingers loosely around my throat, he guides me upward. I swallow hard as my inner muscles slide up his shaft, then he pushes me back down.

I yelp when he’s fully inside again, stretched so wide I could burst. Liam releases my throat to settle both hands behind his head, almost like he’s cloud gazing, except that’s no dreamlike expression. With his jaw set firm, he radiates authority, a silent command in itself.

I lift myself up again, obeying. This time, I brace my hands on his abs, and his muscles tense beneath my fingers as I sink back down.

“Faster,” he commands, just like he did when I was driving his car.

I roll my hips forward, grinding as I move up and down. The angle of him hits my inner spot, making sparks burst behind my eyes.

“Faster.” He barks it like a sharp order, and I get even wetter in response.

With my feet on the gym mat and my hands on Liam’s firm stomach, I piston myself as fast as I can. I go so fast that I’m sweating, so fast the stretch of him burns.

Languid by comparison, he pulls his hands from behind his head, reaches up, and grabs my breasts. He squeezes them hard, causing me to cry out as my muscles tighten around him. He groans in pleasure, then thrusts his hips upward, slamming into me with a rhythm that overrides my own. The way he shoves himself against my inner spot builds another crescendo inside me, this one so great I can’t contain it.

“Liam,” I say, panicked because I don’t think I can hold back.

“Come on my cock,” he orders.