**LIII: Liam and Blake**
*Fuck, I want him so bad.*
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**Liam**
Liam’s hand gripped his cock as he watched Blake ride out the throes of her orgasm.
*Fuck…and I thought the last two were intense.*
Per Blake’s text, Liam had finally wrapped his hand around his cock a short while after Blake’s last orgasm. His cock was so slick with precum that it felt more like someone was giving him a hand job than like masturbating. He’d been getting close but had stopped as Blake had started cumming.
Spellbound, he watched as Blake lay back against her pillows, chest rising and falling heavily as tremors coursed through her at random intervals. Blake’s eyes fluttered as soft whispers and gasps passed through her parted lips. Her entire body seemed to glisten under a thin sheen of sweat.
“Fuck,” Blake breathed, abs tightening again as her fingers clawed at the sheets. Her eyes were far off as she raked her fingers through her hair. Her other hand still worked her pussy, though slower now. Liam wondered what she was thinking about.