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I’m going to throw up on him.

Chapter Thirteen

CALLUM/CASH

Then

The Flavor Of Smoke & Honey

She’s in my veins now…and I don’t want the antidote.

Livianna gags, pulls off my dick, and takes in a rush of air.

She coughs. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”It happens all the time.I know better than to say that and ruin the moment, but it’s true. “You’re doing great. You feel fantastic.”

She smiles with a proud sparkle in her eyes and warmth fills my heart. I like knowing I made her feel good about herself.

She takes me in her mouth again. Her skills are out of this world. How does a virgin who claims she’s inexperienced know how to suck a dick like she does?

Right as the question crosses my mind, she swirls her tongue around the crown of my cock. I groan and thrust down her throat. I want more.

After messing around with her earlier, I’ve been sporting abad case of blue balls. I’m in desperate need of a release. And I have a feeling it’s gonna be a big one.

She drags her tongue from the base of my length to the tip, with her smoking gaze hooked with mine. She’s fucking beautiful.

My chest squeezes. She’s my dream girl and being with her like this only makes me care about her more than I already did. I take a breath and focus on her.

She sucks up and down my shaft for a while. Silva drips down between my legs and tingles spread down my thighs. My balls pull up.

“Lily, I’m gonna come.” I warn her because I’m not sure how she’ll handle cum in her mouth for the first time.

She doesn’t seem to care. If anything, she goes at me with more vigor.

My muscles tighten and I lose myself down her throat. I moan and groan, thinking she’s gonna come up and spit. Instead, she sucks harder one more time, pulling the last drop of cum from me.

I twitch and jerk. “You gotta stop, vixen. It’s too much.”

She pops off me, swallowing everything. I stare down at her in awe, but there’s a strange twist in my gut.

She grabs my boxer briefs and gives them to me. She puts her T-shirt back on as I get dressed. Once I am, she pulls the covers over us and lies beside me.

She snuggles up to me, sliding under my arm and resting her head on my chest. “I hope I did a good job.”

I push out something between a grunt and a chuckle. “You did. If I didn’t know your sexual history, I’d swear you were a pro.”

She playfully slaps my chest. “Are you calling me a prostitute?”

“You know I’m not.” I give her a reassuring squeeze. “You’re just better than I expected. For a minute there, I started to wonder if you had done that before.”

“Really?” She peeks up at me. “I haven’t even practiced on a banana.”

I burst out laughing. “Do girls do that?”

“One of my friends at the studio was telling me how to do it. She told me I should practice on a cucumber or a banana. I thought she was joking, but she insisted I would appreciate the advice.”

“Well, you didn’t need to, so be glad you didn’t waste your time.” I run my fingers up and down her arm.