Chapter 75: Happy Accident!***
The impact of the penetration was like a physical explosion between them. Sophia’s entire body stiffened, her spine arching into a rigid bow as Liam’s thick shaft filled her completely, stretching her tight, virgin-like walls to their absolute limit. A loud, unrestrained scream of pleasure ripped from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated release that echoed through the quiet living room.
Liam’s eyes widened in a flash of panic. The sound had been far too loud, and Mateo was just a thin wall away. Before she could draw breath for a second cry, Liam’s hand shot up, his palm slamming firmly over her mouth.
The muffled sound that followed was a guttural, vibrating moan that stayed trapped between his skin and her lips. Sophia’s eyes rolled back, her pupils dilating until they were almost entirely black. In that moment, the woman who was a careful guardian, the woman who worked double shifts and managed a household, vanished. She was replaced by a creature of pure, raw instinct. She wasn’t Sophia anymore; she was a vessel of need, a woman possessed by a hunger that had been dormant for far too long.
She didn’t fight his hand; instead, she leaned into it, her breath hot and frantic against his palm. She began to move, and it wasn’t the slow, tentative grinding from before. She slammed her hips down onto him with a violent, desperate force.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The sound of their wet flesh colliding was rhythmic and heavy, a visceral percussion that filled the air.
Liam groaned into her neck, his own control slipping. She was incredibly tight—suffocatingly so. Every time she descended, he felt the internal ridges of her pussy gripping him like a vice, milking him with every downward stroke. The friction was intense, the heat between them reaching a boiling point. He could feel the slickness of her juices acting as a lubricant, but the sheer tightness of her canal made every inch of movement feel like a struggle for dominance.
Sophia was losing her mind. She was no longer listening to the world around her; she didn’t hear the ticking of the clock or the distant sounds of the house. All she knew was the sensation of Liam’s cock filling her, the way it hit her cervix with every brutal plunge. She began to bounce on him, her movements becoming erratic and wild. She was riding him with a ferocity that nearly knocked the wind out of him, her breasts swinging wildly, her nipples rubbing against his chest with every jarring motion.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
The muffled moans continued to vibrate against Liam’s hand. He could feel her jaw working, her teeth grazing his palm in her desperation to scream. He tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her cheeks to keep her silent, his other hand sliding down to grip her waist, anchoring her so she wouldn’t slide off in her frenzy.
"Fuck, Sophia... you’re so tight," Liam hissed, his voice a strained whisper.
She didn’t respond with words. She couldn’t. She only responded by tilting her pelvis, angling herself so that as she slammed down, the head of his cock ground directly against her clitoris. The double stimulation sent a violent jolt through her. Her internal muscles clamped down on him in a series of rhythmic, involuntary spasms. She was close—dangerously close.
The pace accelerated. The cowgirl rhythm became a blur of motion, a frantic struggle for pleasure. Sophia’s breathing was a series of jagged, muffled huffs against his hand. Her skin was slick with sweat, her body trembling with the effort of her own arousal. She was chasing a peak that felt like a mountain, and she was climbing it with everything she had.
Liam felt the pressure building in his own loins. The way she was squeezing him, the way her walls pulsed around his shaft, was driving him toward the edge. He could feel the heat gathering at the base of his cock, the inevitable surge of cum preparing to erupt. He was seconds away from losing it, seconds away from filling her to the brim.
But as the tension reached a breaking point, Liam realized he couldn’t finish inside her—not here, not like this. He needed to maintain some semblance of control, or the aftermath would be too chaotic.
As Sophia reached the precipice, her movements becoming shorter, faster, and more desperate, Liam leaned in close to her ear, his voice a low, commanding growl.
"Sophia... stop. I’m about to cum. I’m not doing it inside you."
The words acted like a bucket of ice water. The spell broke.
Sophia froze, her hips locked in an upward position, her chest heaving. The sudden cessation of movement allowed the reality of the situation to flood back in. She felt the weight of his hand on her mouth, the feeling of his massive cock buried deep inside her, and the sudden, terrifying realization of where they were.
She blinked, her eyes clearing as she looked down at Liam. The feral expression vanished, replaced by a look of sheer, wide-eyed shock. She gasped into his palm, the sound small and fragile.
But the physical momentum was already too great to stop. Even as her mind returned, her body betrayed her. The sudden stop triggered the final collapse of her resistance. A violent, toe-curling orgasm ripped through her. Her internal walls began to contract in powerful, rhythmic waves, squeezing Liam’s shaft with an intensity that made him gasp.
"Mmmmmmph!!"
She shuddered violently, her entire body vibrating as the climax washed over her in waves of electric heat. She collapsed forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps. She was spent, her muscles turning to jelly, her mind reeling from the intensity of the release.
Liam held her there, his heart hammering against his ribs, his own need still screaming for release. He waited until the last of her tremors subsided, until she was limp in his arms, completely conquered by the pleasure.
Slowly, he slid his hand away from her mouth. Sophia didn’t scream this time. She just let out a long, shaky exhale, her lips parted and swollen. She looked at him, her expression a mix of embarrassment, exhaustion, and a lingering, hazy lust.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "What... what did I just do?"
Liam smirked, though he was still pulsing inside her, the feeling of her climax still echoing through his nerves before sliding it out but he wasn’t able to reach that final push for him to ejaculate, leaving it trapped within his balls.
"I think you just found out how much you’ve been missing, Sophia."