Chapter 238: Threesome 4 [+R18]
Liam gripped Clara by the narrow curves of her waist.
He did not slow down to let her adjust.
He pulled her hips back against his thighs and drove forward, burying his length deep inside her small, wet core.
"Ahnnn!"
Clara let out a loud, high-pitched cry that cracked in the middle.
Her hands scrambled across the white sheets, her fingers digging blindly into the fabric as she tried to keep her balance.
Her back was arched like a bow, her spine curving tightly under the weight of his movements.
Liam did not wait.
He locked his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and started pounding into her, his lower body moving in a heavy, steady rhythm.
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The sound of his groin slinging against her pale, rounded cheeks filled the small one-room apartment.
Cara big boobs were heavy enough to swing wildly beneath her chest with every single thrust he made.
Her boobs bounced against the mattress, the pink nipples rubbing against the sheets until the skin was flushed dark red.
"Liam... oh god... Liam, wait..." Clara panted, her voice breaking as her head shook back and forth, her blonde hair flying across her eyes. "You’re too... you’re too rough... haaa!"
Liam didn’t listen.
He kept his pace hard and fast, his thighs slick with sweat as he drilled into her tight walls.
Every time he pushed forward, he could hear the wet, squelching sound of her pussy gripping him, her internal muscles clamping down around his shaft with a frantic, desperate heat.
He focused entirely on the friction, his chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths.
’She wanted her turn, and now she’s getting it,’ Liam thought, his jaw clenched as he stared down at the way her pale skin was turning pink under his hands. ’She’s not talking big anymore.’
Elena was lying right next to them, her long legs tangled in the sheets.
She was still catching her breath from her own climax, her heavy chest rising and falling, but her eyes were wide open.
She watched them with a quiet, heavy intensity, her lips slightly parted as she listened to the loud, continuous slapping sound of Liam’s body hitting Clara’s backside.
Clara’s moans were getting louder, turning into a non-stop chain of breathy noises that bounced off the thin walls of the kitchen counter. "Mmmh... yes... right there... don’t stop, Liam... please don’t stop... haaa!"
Liam felt the pressure in his groin rising again, a heavy, coiled heat pushing right up behind his ribs.
He knew he was close.
The tight vacuum of Clara’s pussy was drawing the release right out of him, the nerves along his shaft tingling with a sharp, white-hot intensity.
"Clara... I’m going to... I’m going to cum," Liam growled, his voice thick and low.
Before she could say anything.
He gripped her waist one last time, pulling his length completely out of her with a loud, wet pop just as his body snapped tight.
He leaned forward and let go, shooting a thick, heavy release straight across the pale, smooth skin of her lower back.
He pulsed four, five times, the white liquid splattering against her skin and sliding down the curve of her hip onto the sheet.
Liam let out a long, ragged sigh, his muscles going soft as he collapsed slightly, his forehead resting against the back of Clara’s shoulder.
Clara stayed in the dodgy position for a few seconds, her body trembling from the aftershocks of the pounding.
She reached back with one hand, her fingers touching the wet warmth on her skin, and then she turned her head around to look at him, her blue eyes wide with a mix of confusion and irritation.
"Why did you cum outside?" Clara asked, her voice high and breathless.
Liam pulled himself up, sliding off his knees to lie flat on his back in the middle of the mattress.
He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to get his breath back under the dim yellow light. "I thought it was better to be safe, Clara."
Clara let out a small, huffy sigh and collapsed onto her stomach, her face burying into the pillow as her blonde hair spread out around her. "Okay," she muttered, though her voice lacked any real bite.
Just as Liam settled his weight into the bed, his arms spreading out on the pillows, he felt a sudden shift in the mattress.
Elena moved.
She did not say a word as she crawled over his legs, her long, tanned thighs sliding over his skin like silk.
She positioned herself right between his knees, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with a look that told him she wasn’t finished with the evening.
She looked down at his member, which had already gone completely soft, resting limply against his thigh.
"You’re not done yet, Liam," Elena whispered, her voice dropping into that smooth, low rumble that always made his stomach twist. "I didn’t say you could rest."
She reached down, her long fingers wrapping around the base of his soft shaft.
Her palm was warm, her grip firm as she started moving her hand up and down, parsing the skin back and forth to draw the blood back into the veins.
Liam let out a low groan, his head hitting the pillow hard as he felt his body respond immediately to her touch.
Elena didn’t waste any time.
She leaned her head low, her amber hair falling over his stomach, and opened her mouth wide.
She slid her lips over the top of his dick, taking him back into the wet heat of her throat while her hand kept up a steady, heavy stroke at the base.
"Mmmph," Liam growled, his hands automatically reaching out to grip the edges of the mattress.
The wet suction was incredible, the sudden contrast of her cold nose against his groin and the blazing heat of her mouth making his hips twitch on their own.
He looked down, watching her head bob rhythmically between his thighs, her boobs, pressed flat against his shins as she worked to bring him back to full length.
Clara sat up instantly.
The moment she heard the wet, rhythmic sound of Elena sucking him off, the annoyance came right back into her face.
Her eyes flared with jealousy as she watched Elena take control of him again.
She wasn’t going to just sit there and be the one who was left out on the mattress.
Clara stood up on the bed.
She climbed up until she was standing right over Liam’s face, her small feet planted on either side of his shoulders on the pillows.
She stood with her legs spread wide, her pale thighs framing his vision completely.
Liam looked up, his breath catching in his throat as he was presented with a direct view of her secret spot.
Her pussy was fully visible, the pink folds glistening with her own wetness under the red light, a single drop of clear fluid sliding down the inside of her thigh.
Clara looked down at his face, her hands resting on her hips as a wide, mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her blue eyes were bright with a sudden, competitive spark.
"Revenge," Clara said simply.
Liam stared up at her, his heart hammering against his ribs for a completely different reason now. "Clara, what are you doing?"
Clara did not answer with words.
She started to lower her body, bending her knees slowly as she dropped her hips down toward his face.
She moved with a slow, deliberate weight, keeping her eyes locked onto his as she descended.
Liam’s breath hit the inside of her thighs, the hot air making her skin twitch. Then she dropped lower, and Liam’s mouth made direct contact with her wetness.
’Holy shit,’ Liam thought, his hands reaching up to grip the soft skin of her calves to hold her steady. ’She’s actually doing this. It tastes... sweet. Like the wine, but heavier. Cleaner.’
He didn’t hold back.
He opened his mouth and slid his tongue out, giving a long, upward lick right across her clit.
"Ahnnn!" Clara gasped, her knees shaking instantly as she felt his tongue work against her.
She dropped the rest of her weight down, forcing him to take the full taste of her pussy while she leaned her hands against the wall behind his head to keep from falling.
Liam went to work, his tongue flicking and swirling against her most sensitive point with a heavy, hungry energy.
He could hear the wet, messy sounds of his own mouth mixing with the sounds Elena was making down below.
Elena felt the change in Liam’s body.
The moment his dick went rock-hard inside her mouth, thick and throbbing against her tongue, she knew he was ready.
She pulled back, her hazel eyes looking up past his stomach to see Clara standing over his face, her body shaking from Liam’s tongue.
Elena’s lips curved into a sharp smile.
She wasn’t going to let Clara keep the advantage.
She stood up on her knees, her long legs straddling Liam’s thighs. She turned her body around, her back facing toward Clara’s back, and gripped his hard shaft with her hand to guide it to her entrance.
She lifted her hips and slid straight down onto him, burying him all the way to the base in one smooth, heavy drop.
"Haaah!" Elena groaned, her mouth flying open as she took the full length of him in a reverse cowgirl position.
The position was intense.
Elena’s wide, tanned back was pointed right at Clara’s back, their skin almost touching as they both worked on him from opposite sides.
Elena planted her hands firmly on Liam’s knees, her fingers digging into his skin as she started riding him, her hips moving up and down in a heavy, slamming rhythm.
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The sound of her ass hitting his thighs was loud and deep, a continuous clapping noise that echoed off the closet doors.
Her boobs were swinging wildly in front of her chest, the weighted globes bouncing with every single drop of her hips.
Liam was completely trapped between them.
At his head, Clara was grinding her wet pussy against his mouth, her moans high and frantic as his tongue kept digging into her folds.
At his groin, Elena was riding him like she wanted to break him, her internal walls squeezing his shaft with a tight, rhythmic pulse that made his vision go blurry.
"Mmmh... yes... Liam... right there..." Elena moaned, her head falling back as her amber hair brushed against Clara’s shoulder blades.
"Haaa... Liam... lick it... oh god..." Clara screamed from above his face, her fingers tangled in the hair at his temples as she shook from the pleasure.
Their voices were completely different, but their moans were hitting the exact same rhythm, a continuous, loud wall of sound that filled the entire one-room apartment.
Liam kept his tongue moving fast inside Clara while his hips bucked upward on their own, meeting every single one of Elena’s downward drops with a hard, solid thrust.
They fucked and they fucked, the heat in the room rising until the air felt heavy and thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
The bed was shaking so hard the legs were scraping against the grey carpet.
Liam felt the white-hot release building in his gut again, a massive pressure that he knew he couldn’t hold back for long.
Elena felt it too.
Her pace became frantic, her hips slamming down with a brutal, desperate speed while her pussy walls clamped down around him like a hot glove.
"I’m coming... Liam, I’m coming!" Elena screamed, her back arching so hard her spine looked ready to snap.
"Me too... oh god, Liam!" Clara cried out from above, her internal muscles clenching tightly around his mouth as she hit her own climax.
Liam couldn’t hold it anymore.
He let out a loud, roaring groan, his hips giving one last, violent thrust upward as he exploded inside Elena’s wet core.
He shot his release deep inside her, his body shaking with the force of it while Clara pulsed against his face at the exact same moment.
The energy left the room all at once.
Clara’s knees finally gave out completely.
She slid down his chest and landed heavily on the mattress beside him, her pale body slick with sweat, her blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she panted for air.
Elena landed differently.
Instead of sliding to the side, she collapsed straight forward, her body folding over Liam’s thighs.
Her head hit the mattress near his hip, her wide, tanned ass still tilted slightly upward in the air while she let out long, trembling breaths into the sheets. Her heavy breasts were pressed flat against his legs, the skin hot to the touch.
The small one-room apartment went quiet, save for the ragged, heavy breathing of all three of them lying tangled in the white sheets under the dim red light.
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