Chapter 680 I Like Your Taste

Irina pulled her mouth away slowly, a thin string of saliva still connecting her full lips to the head of his cock before it broke. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood up in front of him. Without saying anything she pushed her trousers down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. The last piece of clothing left her body.

She stood completely naked in front of Liam.

His eyes moved over her without rushing.

Her pussy was neat and soft-looking, with just a light dusting of dark hair that made it look even better instead of hiding anything. The folds were already slightly parted and glistening. Her hips were full and rounded, the kind that made a man’s hands want to hold them tightly. From the front he could clearly see the soft outward curve of her ass, the thick shape of it visible even while she faced him. Her tall body looked even more striking without clothes—slim waist, full hips, and the heavy breasts he had already tasted.

Liam reached out and pulled her forward by the waist.

She climbed onto his lap, straddling him on the chair. His hard cock rested against the soft skin of her lower stomach, the thick length warm and solid between them. Irina looked down at it for a second, then wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She guided the head downward until it pressed against the entrance of her pussy, but she did not push him inside. Instead she began to rock her hips slowly back and forth.

Her wet folds slid along the full length of his cock.

The soft, slick heat of her dragged over him with every slow movement. A quiet, shaky breath left her lips.

"It feels... warm," she whispered.

Liam’s hands settled on her hips, feeling the soft give of her skin under his palms. He watched her face as she continued the slow rocking motion, her wet pussy coating his cock with more of her arousal each time she moved. The friction was deliberate and teasing. Every time she slid forward the head of his cock brushed against her clit, and a soft sound escaped her throat.

"Ahh..."

She wrapped both arms around his neck and leaned in.

Their mouths met in a deep, slow kiss. Tongues slid together while she kept rocking her hips, the wet heat of her pussy gliding along his shaft. The kiss grew hotter. Soft wet sounds mixed with the quiet friction of her body moving against his. After a long moment she lifted her hips higher, breaking the sliding contact. The silent invitation was clear.

Liam reached between them, wrapped his hand around his cock, and guided the thick head to her entrance. He held it there for a second, feeling how wet and ready she was. Then Irina slowly lowered herself.

The head pushed inside.

Her eyes opened wide.

She had expected pain. Everything she had ever heard said the first time was supposed to hurt. But there was no sharp pain at all. Only a deep, stretching fullness that sent pure pleasure racing up her spine.

"Haaah..."

A loud, shaky gasp left her lips. Her hands tightened around his neck as she hugged him closer, as if she wanted him even deeper. Liam answered by wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her down firmly while he thrust upward at the same time. His cock slid all the way in until he was buried to the base.

Irina’s eyes rolled back.

"Ahhh—!"

The loud gasp tore out of her as the full length of him stretched her completely. Her head dropped backward, long dark hair falling down her back. Her tongue slipped past her full lips without her realizing it. The feeling was too much and not enough at the same time. Every thick inch of him filled her so perfectly that her mind went blank for a second.

Liam held her tightly against his chest and began to move.

He rolled his hips in slow, deep circles, keeping himself buried inside her while the thick length of his cock dragged against her inner walls. The wet heat of her pussy clenched around him with every gentle thrust. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room each time he pushed deeper.

"You’re so tight," he muttered against the side of her neck. "Feels so good."

Irina could barely answer. Her head stayed tilted back, mouth open, soft broken moans spilling out of her with every slow movement of his hips.

"Ahh... haaah... Liam..."

Her voice was unsteady. Every time he rolled his waist and pushed upward she felt the thick head of his cock press against a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl. The pleasure was sharp and sweet and completely new. She hugged him tighter, her full breasts pressed flat against his bare chest, soft flesh yielding against the hard muscle.

Liam kept the pace slow and deep.

He did not rush. He simply held her close and moved inside her with steady, rolling thrusts, letting her feel every inch. His hands slid down to her ass, gripping the full cheeks and guiding her hips as she began to move with him. The soft flesh of her rear filled his palms. Every time she sank down on his cock a quiet, wet sound rose between them.

"Does it feel okay?" he asked, his voice low near her ear.

Irina nodded against his shoulder, still breathing hard.

"It feels... too good," she whispered. "I didn’t know it would feel like this."

She lifted her head and found his mouth again. The kiss was deep and continuous while he kept rocking inside her. Soft moans vibrated against his lips every time he pushed deeper. Her tongue moved with his, clumsy at first from the overwhelming pleasure, then more hungry as the heat built between them.

Liam’s hands never stopped moving over her body. He squeezed her ass, then slid one hand up to cup a full breast, feeling the soft weight of it while he continued the slow, deep thrusts. Irina’s pussy stayed tight and wet around him, clenching softly with every movement. The slick heat of her coated his cock completely. Every time he pulled back slightly and pushed in again the wet sound grew clearer.

"Ahhh... mmm... deeper..." she breathed against his mouth.

He answered by holding her hips firmly and thrusting upward with a little more force, still keeping the pace slow and controlled. Irina’s head dropped back once more. Her eyes half-closed, mouth open, soft broken moans leaving her throat without restraint.

"Haaah... ahh... Liam... it feels so full..."

Her long dark hair stuck lightly to the damp skin of her back and shoulders. The natural scent of her body mixed with the heat of their skin and filled the small space between them. Liam licked a slow line up the side of her neck, tasting the light salt of her skin, then returned to her mouth for another deep kiss while his cock continued to move inside her with steady, rolling thrusts.

They stayed like that on the chair—bodies locked together, moving slowly, kissing and breathing against each other’s skin. Irina’s arms stayed wrapped tightly around his neck. Every time he pushed deep she hugged him harder, as if she never wanted the feeling to end. Soft, wet sounds of their joined bodies filled the quiet room, mixed with her quiet moans and the low sounds that left Liam’s chest whenever her pussy clenched around him.

Neither of them rushed.

The pleasure built steadily, deep and continuous, while Liam kept rocking inside her with the same slow, deliberate rhythm.