Chapter 682 Fuck The Sanity Out Of Me II

Irina rolled onto her side, chest rising and falling hard as she tried to catch her breath. The sheets beneath her were still soaked from earlier. Her long dark hair stuck to her damp skin, and her full lips stayed slightly parted while soft aftershocks continued to run through her body.

Liam moved in behind her without a word.

He pressed his chest to her back and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The thick length of his cock, still hard and glistening, rested between the soft cheeks of her ass for a moment before he reached down and guided it back to her entrance. He pushed in slowly from behind, sliding deep into her wet heat in one smooth stroke.

Irina’s breath hitched.

"Ahh..."

The new angle made her feel every inch differently. Liam kept his arm locked around her and used his free hand to turn her head toward him. Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss while he began to move. Slow, deep thrusts from behind filled her completely. His hand slid up from her waist and cupped one full breast, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling the stiffened nipple between his fingers as he fucked her.

The kiss stayed unbroken for a long time. Tongues slid together while his hips kept a steady rhythm, the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of her filling the quiet room. Every time he pushed deep, Irina moaned into his mouth. The soft weight of her breast filled his palm perfectly. He kneaded it firmly, feeling the warm give of her skin while his other arm held her tightly against his chest.

"You feel so good like this," he muttered against her lips.

Irina’s answer was another soft, shaky moan. She pushed her hips back to meet every thrust, taking him as deep as she could. The slow pace gradually grew harder. Liam’s hand left her breast only long enough to grip her hip and pull her back onto his cock with more force. The wet slap of skin on skin returned, softer than before but still clear. Her pussy stayed tight and flooded around him, clenching with every stroke.

He turned her head again and kissed her deeper, swallowing the broken sounds that kept leaving her throat. His hand returned to her breast, squeezing and lifting the soft flesh while he continued to fuck her from behind. Irina’s free hand reached back and gripped his thigh, nails digging in as the pleasure built once more.

After several long minutes of deep, steady thrusts, Liam’s rhythm began to falter. The tight wet heat of her was too much. He started to pull back, ready to finish outside, but Irina’s hand shot down and grabbed his wrist.

"Inside," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Cum inside me."

Liam’s eyes darkened.

He thrust deep one last time and stayed buried to the hilt as the orgasm hit him. Hot, thick pulses of cum flooded her pussy in heavy spurts. He groaned low against the side of her neck, hips jerking slightly with each release while he emptied everything he had into her. The warm flood filled her completely. Some of it leaked out around his cock and ran down her inner thigh onto the already wet sheets.

He stayed inside her, breathing hard, chest pressed to her back, hand still cupping her breast.

For a moment the room was quiet except for their heavy breathing.

Then Irina’s hand slid down between her legs. Her fingers brushed the place where they were still joined. She felt how hard he remained even after finishing.

"You’re still hard," she said, a small, almost disbelieving smile in her voice.

Liam looked down.

She was right.

Even after filling her, his cock stayed thick and solid inside her. The sight of her looking back at him with that same clear lust in her eyes made any leftover hesitation disappear.

"You still want more?" he asked.

Irina nodded once.

"Yes."

She pushed herself up and turned to face him. Liam lay back on the soaked sheets as she climbed over him, straddling his waist. Her long dark hair fell around her shoulders. The soft weight of her breasts swayed as she reached down, wrapped her fingers around his slick cock, and guided the head back to her entrance. She sank down in one slow motion, taking every inch until she was seated fully on him.

A long, shaky moan left her lips.

"Haaah..."

She placed both hands on his chest and began to move.

At first the rhythm was slow and deep. She lifted her hips until only the head remained inside, then dropped back down, letting her full weight drive him deep. The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the room again. Fresh cum and her own juices mixed, making every stroke slicker and louder. Her breasts bounced heavily with each downward motion.

Liam’s hands settled on her waist, then slid back to grip the full curves of her ass. He helped her rise and fall, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she rode him. Irina’s head tipped back. Soft, continuous moans spilled from her open mouth.

"Ahh... mmm... haaah..."

She leaned forward suddenly, bracing her hands on either side of his head, and began to bounce harder. The wet slap of her ass against his thighs grew sharper. Her pussy clenched tightly around him with every drop. Liam thrust upward to meet her, driving himself even deeper. The dual motion made her cry out.

"Yes... just like that... ahhh..."

Sweat dampened her skin. Strands of dark hair stuck to her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. She kept the hard rhythm without slowing, rising and falling on his cock with clear intent. Every time she sank down she ground her hips in a small circle, rubbing her clit against him before lifting again. The pleasure built fast for both of them

.

Liam sat up partially, wrapping one arm around her waist so he could pull her down harder onto him. His mouth found one of her bouncing breasts. He sucked the nipple deep into his mouth while she continued to ride him. Irina’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there as soft, broken moans left her throat.

"Hnnn... ahh... Liam... you’re so deep..."

She pushed him flat on his back again and planted her feet on the mattress for better leverage. The new position let her drop onto his cock with even more force. The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies meeting grew louder. Her full breasts bounced freely with every hard impact. Liam watched her face—eyes half-lidded, mouth open, pure lust written across every feature—as she fucked herself on him without restraint.

"You’re taking me so well," he muttered, voice rough.

Irina’s only answer was a long, trembling moan as she ground down hard and stayed there for a moment, rolling her hips in tight circles. Then she started bouncing again, faster this time. The bed creaked under them. Fresh juices and the earlier load of cum leaked out around his cock with every stroke, coating his stomach and the sheets beneath them.

She leaned down, kissed him deeply, and kept moving her hips the entire time. Soft moans vibrated against his lips. When she pulled back for air she stayed close, forehead against his, breathing hard while she continued to ride him with short, powerful strokes.

The second orgasm built quickly for Liam. The tight, wet heat of her, the way her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, and the sight of her lost in the rhythm pushed him right to the edge again. Irina felt him throb inside her and only moved faster.

"Inside again," she breathed. "Give it to me."

Liam’s hands locked on her hips. He thrust up hard to meet her final downward strokes. A deep groan left his chest as the second orgasm hit. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy once more, pulsing heavily while she kept grinding down on him to take every drop. Irina moaned loudly at the warm flood, her own walls clenching tightly around him as she milked everything he had left.

She stayed seated fully on his cock afterward, both of them breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Small aftershocks still made her pussy twitch around him. Liam’s hands rested on the soft curves of her ass, holding her in place while the last pulses of his release faded.

Irina looked down at him, cheeks flushed, eyes still dark with lingering heat.

Neither of them moved for a long moment.

The room stayed quiet except for their uneven breathing and the soft sound of the soaked sheets shifting beneath them.