Chapter 34 The Boss II (R-18)
Liam remained oblivious to the whispers and words swirling about him beyond the walls of this room. Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared—not now, not when every fiber of his being was consumed by the moment unfolding beneath him.
Ann lay naked beneath him, her skin flushed and glistening, her body a masterpiece sculpted by some divine hand, a work of art that left him breathless. He, too, had shed every barrier between them, his own bare form pressed against hers in a tangle of heat and want.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers once more. They were slightly swollen now, tender from the countless kisses they’d shared, but he couldn’t resist tasting her again. The kiss was slow at first, savoring the softness of her mouth, the way she yielded to him so completely. Ann’s breath hitched against his lips, and then, almost instinctively, she shifted beneath him. Her legs parted slightly, a subtle invitation that sent a surge of heat racing through him.
Liam’s hands slid down to her thighs, his fingers rubbing gently against her skin, tracing the smooth curves as he continued to kiss her. She was dripping wet, her arousal evident in the way her body trembled beneath his touch, and when he finally pressed himself against her, penetrating her with a slow, deliberate thrust, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them. Ann’s mouth parted, a loud moan spilling from her lips, raw and unrestrained. Then, as he settled deeper, a relieved smile spread across her face—a smile that spoke of longing fulfilled, of a need finally met.
That smile unraveled him. Liam began to move, his hips rolling with a steady rhythm as his dick slipped in and out of her. Her pussy gripped him tightly, the walls clenching around him as if reluctant to let him go each time he pulled back, only to welcome him even deeper with every thrust. Ann’s breath came in cool, shaky bursts, her hands flying to his back, fingers digging into his skin as she clung to him. Her nails left faint marks, a testament to the intensity coursing through her, but Liam didn’t mind—he reveled in it.
He controlled the pace entirely, each movement deliberate, driving her further into a haze of pleasure. Ann was unraveling beneath him, her gasps and moans growing wilder, her body arching as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her. Liam’s focus was absolute, his gaze locked on her face—on the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her lips parted with every thrust, the way she seemed to lose herself in him completely. Somewhere in the corner of his vision, he caught a flicker of light—a series of messages flashing across the system display he’d long since learned to tune out. But right now, they were irrelevant. Nothing mattered except her, except this.
His hands found hers, fingers intertwining as he pulled them from his back. With a firm but gentle grip, he spread her arms wide, pinning them to the bed on either side of her. She was open to him now, vulnerable and breathtaking, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to capture her lips again. The kiss was deep, hungry, mirroring the rhythm of his hips as he slid back into her, his length burying itself to the hilt. Ann’s moan vibrated against his mouth, her body trembling beneath him as they moved together.
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The boss slowly rose from the bed, his movements unhurried yet filled with an ominous weight that made the two men flinch. The moment his feet touched the floor, their backs stiffened, and their heads lowered further, as if looking him in the eyes would be a death sentence.
Each step he took toward them felt like the countdown to their execution. Their breath hitched, their hands clenched into nervous fists, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
The room, which moments ago had been filled with laughter and pleasure, now felt like a death chamber, suffocating in its silence.