Chapter 123: No Holding Back
Liam looked down at her for a long moment.
Claire remained on her knees, chest heaving, the oversized shirt still bunched under her arms. Her ass was covered in overlapping red handprints that stood out vividly against her pale skin.
Her nipples were flushed dark and still wet from earlier. Her pussy was swollen and shiny, a thin, clear trail of her own release already sliding down the inside of one thigh. Tears of overstimulation clung to her lower lashes.
He reached down, gripped her firmly by the upper arms, and hauled her up onto her feet. Claire stumbled, legs still weak and shaking.
Liam turned her around without ceremony, pushed her forward until her hips met the hard edge of the dining table, and forced her upper body down against the cool wood with one strong hand planted between her shoulder blades.
The shirt was shoved higher up her back, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.
He kicked her feet further apart, spreading her open. Claire’s breath hitched sharply when she felt the thick, hot head of his cock drag slowly up and down her soaked folds, spreading her wetness and tapping deliberately against her swollen clit.
He didn’t tease for long. He lined himself up and pushed forward with one long, powerful thrust that buried every thick inch inside her in a single stroke.
Claire cried out, the sound raw and broken.
Her walls clenched hard around the sudden, stretching invasion. The heat of her was scorching.
Liam gave her almost no time to adjust. He gripped both of her hips hard enough to leave fresh white-then-red fingerprints in her soft flesh and started fucking her with deep, heavy, punishing strokes.
Every thrust drove him in to the hilt and made her full ass ripple and bounce from the impact.
The wet, meaty sound of his hips slamming against her skin filled the open living room in a steady, filthy rhythm. Each powerful stroke shoved her hips into the edge of the table hard enough to make the heavy wood shift and scrape slightly across the floor.
"Fuck..!" Claire’s voice cracked as he bottomed out again and again. "Liam... it’s too deep..!"
He answered with an even sharper thrust and a hard, open-handed slap across her already burning ass. The crack of his palm cut through her words.
Claire moaned loudly, fingers scrambling uselessly against the polished tabletop. Liam set a relentless pace, pulling almost all the way out so she could feel the thick ridge of his head dragging along her sensitive walls, then slamming back in to the root with enough force to make her whole body jolt.
Her heavy breasts dragged back and forth across the smooth wood with every impact, nipples scraping against the surface.
He kept one hand locked like iron on her hip and used the other to deliver more sharp, rhythmic spanks while he fucked her.
Every few strokes he landed another heavy slap, watching her flesh bounce, jiggle, and darken further under his palm.
Claire’s moans turned continuous and desperate, rising in pitch each time he drove in particularly deep or added another stinging spank.
Clear wetness was already coating the insides of her thighs and dripping down onto the floor beneath the table.
Liam leaned forward, his chest pressing against her damp back, and reached underneath her to roughly grab one full, swinging breast.
He squeezed it hard, fingers digging into the soft weight, then pinched and tugged the nipple roughly in time with his thrusts. Claire’s back arched as much as his controlling weight would allow.
Her pussy clenched and fluttered violently around his cock with every harsh pull on her nipple.
"This is what you were asking for," he said near her ear, voice low and controlled even as his hips continued their brutal rhythm.
"All those little shows. Bending over in front of me. Dropping things on purpose. Sitting half-naked on my sofa with your pussy bare."
Claire could only moan in broken response, the words dissolving under the force of his thrusts. Her walls were already tightening again, the familiar flutter of an approaching orgasm building fast.
Liam felt it and deliberately adjusted his angle so that every stroke ground firmly against the sensitive front wall that made her voice break.
He kept the same merciless rhythm, spanking her ass and tugging her nipple, until her entire body suddenly locked up.
Claire came hard with a loud, trembling cry that echoed off the high ceiling.
Her pussy clamped down in tight, rhythmic, almost painful pulses, soaking his cock and balls with a fresh, warm rush of wetness that spilled out around where they were joined and ran down both their thighs.
Her legs shook so violently she would have collapsed if he weren’t holding her up by the hips.
Liam fucked her straight through the orgasm without slowing for even a second, dragging every intense wave out of her until she was left panting, twitching, and oversensitive beneath him.
He still did not stop.
He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back on the table like she weighed nothing.
Claire’s eyes were glassy and unfocused, her hair a mess across the wood, the shirt tangled under her arms and exposing her heaving breasts.
Liam shoved her legs wide apart, hooked his elbows under her knees to spread her completely open, and pushed back into her dripping, still-fluttering pussy in one smooth, forceful thrust.
The new angle let him sink even deeper. Claire’s mouth fell open in a silent, overwhelmed cry as he filled her to the limit again.
He started fucking her harder than before.
The heavy table creaked and groaned under the assault. Claire’s full breasts bounced and swayed wildly with every powerful impact.
Liam leaned down and took one stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply before biting just hard enough to make her cry out sharply.
He kept his hips driving forward in a steady, punishing rhythm while he marked her breast with his mouth, then switched to the other nipple and gave it the same rough treatment until both peaks were wet, reddened, and throbbing.
Claire’s hands gripped his forearms tightly, nails digging into his skin as another orgasm began building almost immediately under the dual assault.
Liam could feel her walls starting to flutter and squeeze again. He released her breast, straightened up, and began rubbing her swollen, overly sensitive clit with his thumb in rough, fast, relentless circles while he continued slamming into her.
"Come again," he ordered, voice still calm.
Claire’s back arched hard off the table. A broken, high-pitched, almost sobbing moan tore from her throat as her second orgasm crashed through her even stronger than the first.
Her pussy spasmed and clenched around his thick cock in powerful waves, more clear wetness spraying out around where they were joined and dripping heavily onto the table and floor.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably in his grip. Liam kept thrusting through it, kept rubbing her clit without mercy, forcing the climax to stretch and peak again and again until she was left whimpering, twitching, and completely overwhelmed beneath him.
Only when the worst of the shaking finally subsided did he slow not to stop, but to change position once more.
He pulled out with a wet sound, a thick strand of her release connecting them for a moment before it broke.
He hauled her off the table and guided her down onto the thick rug in front of the sofa. Claire went willingly, her body soft, pliant, and marked from the two intense orgasms.
Liam pushed her onto her hands and knees, used his own knees to spread her thighs wider, and sank back into her from behind in one deep, claiming thrust.
The new angle dragged a raw, throaty moan out of her.
He gripped a fistful of her damp hair, pulled her head back firmly so her back arched, and started fucking her with long, powerful, possessive strokes that made her entire body rock forward on the rug.
His other hand returned to her ass, delivering sharp, open-handed spanks in perfect rhythm with his hips.
The wet, filthy sound of his cock driving in and out of her soaked pussy mixed with the crisp crack of his palm and Claire’s broken, continuous moans.
Liam’s pace remained controlled but utterly merciless.
He showed no sign of being close to finishing. Every time Claire’s arms threatened to give out from the force, he hauled her back up by the hair or by the waist and kept going.
Her third orgasm built slowly under the relentless stimulation the deep, grinding thrusts, the repeated stinging spanks, the tight, controlling grip in her hair.
When it finally hit, her arms collapsed completely. Her upper body fell forward onto the rug while her ass stayed raised and available in his grip.
She came with a muffled, shaking, almost silent cry, her pussy pulsing and clenching around him in strong, rhythmic waves that tried to milk him.
Liam still did not finish.
He stayed buried deep inside her while she trembled and twitched through the aftershocks, one hand stroking possessively over the hot, red skin of her thoroughly spanked ass, the other still tangled firmly in her hair.
Claire’s breathing was ragged and uneven. Soft, involuntary whimpers left her every time her walls fluttered weakly around his thick cock.
He leaned over her back, his chest pressed against her sweat-damp skin, and spoke near her ear in a low, calm, dominant voice.
"We’re not done."
Claire let out a weak, shaky sound that was half agreement and half exhausted surrender.
Liam slowly pulled almost all the way out, letting her feel every ridge and vein, then slammed back in to the hilt hard enough to make her moan loudly again.
He set a new rhythm still deep, still rough, still possessive, but slightly more measured, designed to last.
The living room filled once more with the wet, rhythmic sound of him taking her, the soft slap of skin on skin, and Claire’s tired but continuous moans as he continued to use her thoroughly marked body without any intention of finishing soon.