Chapter 681 Fuck The Sanity Out Of Me

Liam suddenly lifted her.

"Let’s go somewhere better," he said, voice low and rough.

He stood from the chair in one smooth motion, keeping his cock buried deep inside her the entire time. Irina’s arms locked around his neck and her legs stayed wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried her through the quiet house. Every step made his thick length shift inside her, dragging against her sensitive walls and pulling soft, broken sounds from her throat.

"Ahh... haaah..."

He pushed the door to her room open with his shoulder and carried her straight to the bed. The moment her back touched the mattress he followed her down, still buried to the hilt. Irina’s legs tightened around his waist. She pulled his head down until her lips were against his ear.

"Fuck the sanity out of me," she whispered.

The words lit something raw in him.

Liam pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in with a hard, deep thrust that made the bed creak. Irina’s mouth fell open.

"Ahhh—!"

He did not give her time to recover. He set a rough, relentless rhythm, hips snapping forward again and again, driving his cock deep into her wet heat. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Every thrust forced a new sound out of her—short, sharp cries mixed with longer, shaky moans.

"Haaah... ahh... mmmphhh... yes..."

Liam leaned down and spat directly onto her tongue. Irina’s eyes widened for a second, then she opened her mouth wider and accepted it. Their tongues met in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, saliva mixing between them as he kept pounding into her. Thick strings of spit stretched between their lips whenever they pulled apart for air. He spat again, this time onto her chin, and watched it slide down her neck before he licked it back up and shoved his tongue into her mouth once more.

"You taste so fucking good," he growled against her lips.

Irina could only moan in answer. Her hands scrambled across his back, nails digging into his skin as he fucked her harder. The wet sounds of her pussy taking every thick inch of him grew louder and filthier. Juices coated his cock and dripped down onto the sheets with every deep thrust.

He pulled out suddenly, grabbed her thighs, and pushed them back toward her chest until her knees almost touched her shoulders. The new angle left her completely open. He lined up and drove back in with one powerful stroke.

"FUCK—!"

Irina’s cry was raw. Her eyes rolled back as the head of his cock slammed against the deepest part of her. Liam held her legs in place and started pounding into her with short, brutal strokes. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy being stretched around him filled the entire room. Spit dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the pillow. Her full breasts bounced hard with every impact.

"Ahhh... haaah... mmm... deeper... please..."

Her voice broke between moans. Liam leaned down and spat onto her left breast, then immediately sucked the wet nipple into his mouth, biting and licking while he kept thrusting. Irina’s back arched sharply off the bed.

"Hnnngh—! Yes... suck them..."

He switched to the other breast, leaving both nipples wet and swollen. Saliva shone on her skin. He pulled back just long enough to spit directly onto her clit, then rubbed the head of his cock through the mess before slamming back inside her.

The dual sensation made her scream.

"AHHH—!"

Her pussy clenched hard around him. Liam felt the sudden gush of wetness and kept thrusting through it. Irina’s entire body locked up. A second later a powerful spray of clear fluid erupted from her, squirting hard around his cock and flooding the sheets beneath them. The wet sound of it hitting the bed was loud and unmistakable. Her thighs trembled violently in his hands as the orgasm ripped through her.

"Fuuuuck... I’m... ahhh...!"

She kept squirting in short, forceful pulses while Liam continued to fuck her through it, never slowing down. The bed was already soaked. Clear fluid mixed with her earlier juices and spread across the sheets in a widening wet patch. Irina’s eyes were glassy, mouth open, tongue hanging slightly as broken, high-pitched moans spilled out of her without control.

"Haaah... ahh... mmmphhh... too much..."

Liam did not stop.

He released her legs, grabbed her by the waist, and flipped her onto her stomach in one rough motion. He pulled her hips up until she was on her knees, face down in the soaked sheets, then slammed back into her from behind. The new angle made her cry out again.

"AHHH—yes... just like that..."

He gripped her full ass with both hands, spreading the cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into her dripping pussy. Every thrust produced a loud, wet slap. Her own juices ran down the insides of her thighs. Liam leaned over her back.

"You’re so fucking wet," he muttered against her skin. "Look at the mess you’re making."

Irina could only moan into the sheets. Her long dark hair was tangled and damp. Every hard thrust forced another broken sound out of her—sometimes a short "ahh," sometimes a longer, trembling "haaaah," sometimes a muffled "mmm" when she pressed her face into the mattress. Her pussy kept clenching and fluttering around him, still sensitive from the first orgasm, but he gave her no time to recover.

He reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it in rough circles while he fucked her. Irina’s arms gave out. She collapsed fully onto the bed, ass still raised, as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. Soft, continuous moans spilled from her open mouth.

"Hnnn... ahh... Liam... don’t stop..."

He pulled her hair back with one hand, forcing her head up, and spat directly into her open mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, tongue out, eyes half-lidded with pure lust. Liam kept the grip on her hair and used it to pull her back onto his cock with every thrust, burying himself to the base again and again.

The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies never stopped. The soaked sheets stuck to Irina’s skin. Her full breasts dragged against the wet mattress with every hard impact. Liam’s free hand moved from her clit to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly while he continued to drive into her.

"You wanted me to fuck the sanity out of you," he said, voice rough. "Then take it."

Irina’s answer was a long, broken moan that turned into a series of short, desperate cries as he picked up the pace even more. Her pussy was completely flooded, juices and the earlier squirt mixing into a slick mess that coated his cock and balls. Every thrust produced a louder, wetter sound than the last.

He flipped her onto her back again without pulling out, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and folded her nearly in half. The position let him drive even deeper. Irina’s mouth fell open in a silent scream for a second before the sounds returned—high, shaky, continuous moans that filled the room.

"Ahhh... haaah... mmm... fuck... yes..."

Liam leaned down, Their mouths met in a messy, open kiss while he kept slamming into her. Her eyes were glassy, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Her hands scrambled for something to hold and finally locked around his wrists as he pinned them above her head.

He never slowed down.

The bed was a complete mess—soaked sheets, the strong scent of sex, the wet sounds of his cock pounding into her dripping pussy. Irina’s body shook under him with every thrust. Soft, broken moans kept spilling from her lips without pause, each one different from the last—sometimes breathy, sometimes sharp, sometimes long and trembling.

Liam stayed buried deep inside her, hips moving with hard, relentless rhythm, determined to give her exactly what she had asked for.