Finally, after what felt like ages of bobbing and licking, Liam tugged me up by the hair, gentle but firm. 'Stop, or I'll finish in your mouth,' he said, eyes wild. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, smirking as I climbed onto his lap. Straddling him, I felt his wet cock press against my inner thigh, smearing pre-cum on my skin. My skirt was so short it barely covered anything; I hiked it up higher, exposing the black lace thong clinging to my hips.

Liam's big hands grabbed my ass, squeezing the cheeks through the thin fabric. He yanked the skirt up to my waist, bunching...