Chapter 246 Breaking The Dam

Liam felt a sudden shift beneath him.

Her hand.

It was fumbling with his belt, slow but certain, her fingers brushing against his lower abdomen with each movement. She was undressing him, no hesitation, no second-guessing.

His eyes locked on hers.

Her expression was calm... determined.

She unbuckled his belt and slid her hand to the button of his trousers. But before she could go any further, Liam caught her wrist—firm but gentle.

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was low, deep, almost hoarse with restraint.

She didn’t blink. She didn’t stutter. She nodded once, her lips slightly parted, breath already shaky. That was all he needed.

Liam leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Then let me."

He shifted down, trailing slow, burning kisses along her torso. His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into the slick gold fabric of her skirt—the same skin-tight thing that clung to her like it was afraid to let go.

He didn’t rip it.

He peeled it down.

Inch by inch, he slid it past her waist, her hips, over her thighs that gleamed like polished obsidian under the dim light. The skirt didn’t go easy, but he didn’t rush. It was like undressing art. Her breath hitched with every tug.

When it finally fell to the floor, she was left in nothing but her panties—bare legs parted slightly, her thighs still trembling from what came before.

Liam leaned in again.

His lips touched her inner thigh. First the right. Then the left. Each kiss closer. Each breath warmer. He didn’t say a word, just watched her squirm as he inched upward.

He reached her panties. They were soaked.

He pressed his mouth to the damp fabric and kissed it—slow, full, deliberate. She moaned from just that.

Liam grinned. Then he slipped his fingers into the waistband and dragged it down. She lifted her hips instinctively, her body fully trusting his hands.

The moment the panties were off, her pussy was laid bare under the warm room light—wet, flushed, glistening with need. She looked down, embarrassed, vulnerable... but he didn’t hesitate. His eyes drank in the sight like it was the only thing that mattered.

Then he moved in.

The first touch of his tongue made her body jerk.

She gasped, hand flying to her mouth as her back arched on the bed. Liam stayed steady, one arm holding her thigh open, the other gripping her waist. He licked again—longer, slower. Her body responded like she’d been waiting forever for that exact touch.

Her hands gripped the sheets, head tilting back, lips parted as soft, helpless moans spilled out.

He took his time.

He kissed her clit, gently, again and again, teasing. Licking the lips. Sucking her softly. Then he flattened his tongue and dragged it through her folds, tasting her deeply.

She was shaking now.

"Oh... f-fuck..." she breathed out.

He sucked harder, locking his mouth around her swollen clit, tongue flicking faster now. She cried out. Her thighs clamped around his head for a second, but he pulled them apart again—strong, in control, working her exactly how he wanted.

"Liam... I can’t—" she tried to say, but her words broke into a cry.

He didn’t stop.

He knew she was close. Her hips were moving now, grinding against his mouth. He moved faster. Deeper. His tongue flicked wildly, lips sealing tight around her, drinking every drop.

And then it hit her.

Her body convulsed, a sudden burst of raw pleasure exploding through her. She screamed his name as a hot wave burst out of her—her first squirt, uncontrolled, powerful. It soaked his mouth, splashed on his chest, dripping down her thighs.

She froze in place, eyes wide in shock, panting like she couldn’t breathe.

She looked down, horrified at first. "Liam—oh my God, I—"

But Liam just looked up at her with her taste all over his lips... and smiled.

"You really were holding back," he said with a grin.

She let out a breathless, almost embarrassed laugh, face flushed deep red, chest rising and falling.

And for the first time in years, she didn’t feel like someone’s property. She felt free. Desired. Worshipped.

And he wasn’t done yet.

Liam slowly rose from between her thighs, his chest glistening with the mess she’d made, the scent of her pleasure still on his lips.

Kelly lay on her back, hair scattered across his sheets like strands of silk, her mocha skin glowing with sweat and heat. Her chest rose and fell in uneven waves, her body still trembling slightly as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her. But her eyes... her eyes were locked onto his. Steady. Wanting more.

Liam didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

He reached for his trousers and slid them down in one smooth motion, letting them drop to the floor with a heavy thud. His boxers followed, his thick, hard shaft springing free. Kelly’s eyes dropped instantly—and widened. Her breath hitched in her throat.

He was... big. Bigger than she expected. And hard enough to make her thighs press together instinctively.

She looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper. "That’s not going to fit..."

Liam leaned in slowly, his body hovering over hers as he kissed her lips—soft at first, then deeper. "I’ll make it fit," he murmured against her mouth.

Their kiss deepened. Hungry. Tongues dancing. Hands roaming.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his bare skin pressed fully against hers. Her nipples were already hard from arousal, and Liam didn’t hesitate—he leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand fondled the other.

Kelly moaned and arched into him. "Liam..."

He bit down gently on her nipple, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp and clutch his back. Then he moved to the other breast, lavishing it with his tongue before flicking her nipple until she was squirming under him.

He came back up, kissing her again—this time more aggressive, more desperate.

Then, he reached between her legs, teasing her entrance with his fingers, gathering the wetness there before stroking himself slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I need you to relax," he said, voice low and serious.

She nodded, breath trembling. "I want this."

He lined himself up, guiding the thick tip of his cock to her wet opening, rubbing it slowly against her folds, coating himself in her slick. She gasped just from that contact.

Then he pushed in—just a little.

Her entire body tensed. "Ah—wait..."

He froze instantly. "You’re tight," he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. "Breathe. Just breathe."

She nodded again. Her hands gripped his arms as he leaned forward and kissed her neck, her jawline, her lips—all to distract her from the stretch.

He pushed in again, just another inch.

She cried out softly, tears prickling her eyes. But she didn’t stop him. She wanted this.

Bit by bit, he slid in deeper, her walls gripping him like a vice. Every inch felt like fire—hot, intense, overwhelming.

By the time he was halfway in, he was panting. "You’re... impossibly tight..."

He pulled back just a little, then pushed forward again, each movement slow and careful, making her adjust. Her nails dug into his back, but she wasn’t telling him to stop. She was holding on. For him.

When he finally sank in fully, both of them just stayed still for a moment. Their foreheads pressed together. Her chest against his. Her heart pounding so hard he could feel it through her skin.

"Liam..." she whispered. "Move."

And he did.

Slow thrusts at first. Shallow. Careful. Her pussy squeezed him like it was made for him, wet and snug and trembling around every inch. She gasped with every push, every drag.

Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, as if daring him to stop being gentle.

He groaned deep in his throat, picked up the pace, and kissed her again—this time with heat, with fire. Their bodies slapped together in rhythm, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

Then he leaned up and flipped her over carefully, raising her hips as he pulled her onto all fours.

She looked over her shoulder, eyes wide, lips parted. "Liam..."

He gripped her waist and slid back in. The angle made her cry out instantly. He was deeper now—so deep her arms gave out and she collapsed into the sheets.

He leaned forward, biting her shoulder lightly, then whispered, "Too much?"

She shook her head, dazed. "No... f-fuck... don’t stop..."

He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back gently as he slammed into her harder now, hips smacking against her round ass. Wet, slick sounds filled the room as she got louder, moaning, cursing, gasping for air.

Then he reached under her and pinched her nipple while fucking her from behind, and her entire body shook again.

Her walls clamped down hard.

"Oh fuck, Liam—I’m gonna—"

Before she could finish the sentence, she squirted again—hard, soaking his thighs and the bed. Her cries echoed through the room, body shivering under the force of it.

Liam slowed down. Pulled out carefully. Then flipped her onto her back again, kissing her breathless.

"You’re incredible," he said, grinning.

Then he climbed back on top and pushed in again—this time with ease.

She wrapped her legs around him again, kissed him deeply, and whispered, "Don’t hold back."

And he didn’t.

This time it was faster. Rougher. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as he bit her neck, sucked her tongue, held her down and fucked her like he owned her body. She met him stroke for stroke, her eyes rolling back, her hands clawing his back.

When he felt himself getting close, he pulled out just in time—his thick length twitching as he came hard, spurting warm all over her belly and thighs, his groan deep and primal as he collapsed beside her.

Both of them were covered in sweat. Gasping. Bare. Free.

She looked at the mess on her stomach, then back at him.

"Guess that means round two’s later?" she asked, breathless.