Protein Shake

“Oh, God…” I mutter to no one in particular, my arms growing so weak that I have to support myself with my forearms over the seat. Still with his fingers on my clit, he starts to circle it with fast movements, charging my whole body with that sweet electric current of delight.

“Come for me, Cara,” he says, his voice pushing me toward the edge. “Do it… Don’t hold back.” Just like that I come again, hissing through my gritted teeth as my body starts to convulse. I feel spent and exhausted but somehow I’m still aching for more.

“More…” I beg of him as he starts to slide his cock out of my pussy. “I want more…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says, placing both his hands on my waist and turning me around. I turn quickly and, now facing him, our eyes lock. His expression is one of insatiable hunger and I realize that, from this point on, I won’t have to beg him to fuck me anymore.

Opening my legs, I lace them around his waist and pull him in; he comes willingly, offering me no resistance. Crossing my legs behind his back, I place my straight arms over his shoulders as he angles his cock so that it’s aiming right at my pussy. With a grin full of lustful promises, he thrusts, his cock parting my inner lips in the blink of an eye.

This time he doesn’t build the rhythm - no, he goes all in right from the start, moving his hips so furiously that it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s thrusting in or pulling out. He leans in toward me and kisses me, his tongue immediately finding the way between my lips; our tongues wrestle against one another as our bodies move in a violent dance of sin and lust.

I’m not innocent or naive, and I have a fair share of experience under my belt, but this… Oh, this is something else entirely. I’ve never been fucked like this, so hard that it feels like blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every single nerve ending I have.

Somehow, Liam manages to go even faster then, his thighs moving so fast that it should be physically impossible. Taking his hands to my ass, he pushes my cheeks apart - moving one hand slightly, he reaches for my ass hole with one finger and starts to caress it slightly, my brain almost exploding with the sensory overload. His cock ravaging me, his finger on my ass, his chest pressed against my hard nipples… This is too much.

I scream lik

e a banshee, the muscles in my neck straining to accommodate the violence that climbs up my throat. The moment he feels my body tensing up, he presses his finger against my ass more harshly and slides it in halfway, my ass clenching around it.

Instead of letting me savor my orgasm, he simply keeps thrusting, feeding one more inch of his finger into my ass. My hands turn into claws and I bury them in his back, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even register it: he simply keeps fucking me as if he needed to do it in order to survive.

Scratching his back, my eyelids droop as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits. The pleasure that rages through me is so intense I still can’t believe I haven’t passed out yet. His cock flies in and out of me at a furious pace, ravaging me completely as my muscles keep on spasming as if I were having a seizure. Riding pleasure’s peak, I start feeling another wave of ecstasy coming for me - two heartbeats later and it crashes against my mind, scorching all of my nerve endings and making my body go limp. If he wasn’t holding me I’d just collapse onto the floor like a used rag.

Somehow, even though I can barely feel anything aside from the fires of pleasure, I notice his cock spasming harshly inside my pussy. He’s on the edge as well, and it’s a good thing too - I doubt I could endure one more minute of such delight. Who knew that pleasure could ever be too much?

I sigh deeply as his cock starts to twitch uncontrollably, gushing his warm seed deep inside me. He stops moving his body as he comes, filling me up to the brim with thick ropes of white cum. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, gushing so much semen that it starts dripping out of my pussy and pooling on the floor at our feet.

Slowly, he pulls back from me and takes a deep breath as his cock finally stops spasming. He pulls it out of me gently, a shiver going up my spine as he does it. I lean back against the seat, tilting my head back and breathing deeply; his hand goes down the side of my body and, when I open my eyes, he’s on his knees. Our eyes meet and a savage grin burns on his face immediately. Without warning, he leans forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy; reacting by sheer instinct I lay my hands on top of his head as he licks my folds, scooping his own cum.

“Oh, God…” I whisper, his lips sucking my folds dry. He jabs at my insides with his tongue, pushing it past my inner lips and using it to lick his cum. Pulling back, he goes up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He doesn’t say a word - he just leans into me with slightly parted lips, his semen making his mouth glisten.

I close my eyes as he kisses me, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. His salty flavor inundates me at once, and I just have to open my mouth wide. I take all the cum he holds inside his mouth, feeling thick drops of it dripping down my chin. When my mouth’s full, I finally pull back, my heart almost ready to burst.

“Swallow,” he says with a wicked smile, drops of semen still hanging on his lips. I don’t even filter his command, I just do it. I swallow every single drop of cum, feeling it’s harsh manly flavor burning down my throat. “Good girl,” he tells me, leaning into me for one final kiss.

Kissing me softly, he then pulls back from me and caresses my face with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on mine.

“I don’t know what the hell just happened…” He whispers, a tenderness in his eyes. “But this was… something else.”

“It was,” I nod, not knowing what else to say. There was a certain roughness to the way he handled me but, underneath the surface, there was a closeness that I’ve never experienced with a man before. It was as if our souls were bonding, as stupid as it may sound.

Oh, Liam is going to be the end of me.

Liam

Ushering Cara into my apartment, I watch as she walks in, loving how she looks in my space. I could get used to seeing her here.

I don’t know what the fuck has happened to me in the last few days, but I’m thinking all kinds of insane thoughts that I’ve made a point of avoiding for my entire adult life.

I’m breaking all kinds of rules it seems. Second dates, bringing her around my family, opening up about things in my past that are so personal I’ve never shared them with anyone outside my inner circle. Literally. My family and Connor are the only people that know the details.

Walking up behind Cara, I wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back into me with a little sound that’s half sigh, half moan, and even though we just got in on in the limo—and it was fucking mind-blowing—it makes me rock-hard. I’m ready to go again with her. In fact, I feel like I might never get enough of that sweet pussy. I could lose hours of my life—hell, fucking years—buried right there between her legs and I’d be perfectly fine with it.

I nip at her neck. “Spend the night with me.”

She angles her head to give me better access to the smooth flesh of her neck, and I lose myself in it, wondering what the hell I’m thinking. But I’m breaking all the rules at this point. Why not go for the one that tops the motherfucking list?

I mean, yeah, women might crash in the guest bed after I’ve fucked them so hard and so long that they’re exhausted and spent and maybe not even able to walk out of here anyway, but I don’t actually ask them to stay. I sure as hell have never initiated a conversation and invited someone to stay over before we even fuck.