Chapter 395: Chapter 395 Can I join? I

Ann shoved Liam into the small upstairs room and slammed the door. The lock clicked. Sharp. Final. Liam stumbled, catching himself against the wall. One second he was on the couch downstairs, the next she had his wrist in a death grip, dragging him up the stairs like she could not wait another heartbeat.

She turned. Her eyes were wild. A slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips. “Don’t worry,” she said, voice low. “Nobody’s coming up here.”

Liam rolled his eyes. He already knew. His blood was pumping hard, thick with want. He could feel it in his chest, his gut, lower.

Ann stepped closer. Her fingers found the top button of her shirt. Pop. One. Then the next. Pop. Each sound was loud in the quiet room. Her eyes never left his. She moved slow, like she knew he was watching every inch of skin appear.

Liam didn’t let her finish. He grabbed her waist and pulled her hard against him. The shirt gaped open, brushing his chest. Her skin was warm. Soft. Her eyes burned into his, full of love, full of need. No way he could resist that look.

“Come here,” he said, voice rough. One hand locked on her waist. The other slid into her hair, fingers twisting in the silky strands. He yanked her head forward and kissed her.

The kiss started slow. Gentle. He breathed her in, jasmine, warm skin, something sweet and wild. Then Ann bit his lower lip. Just a tease. She sucked it in, soft and wet. A deep “Mmmmmm” rumbled out of him.

Fuck. His hands dropped to her thighs. He lifted her clean off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist like they belonged there. The kiss turned nasty. Tongues sliding. Teeth scraping. Breath stolen.

Liam walked forward. Three steps. He threw her onto the bed. She bounced once, laughing low. He followed fast, crawling over her, knees on either side of her hips. His fingers went to the last buttons. Pop. Pop. The shirt fell open. He peeled it off her shoulders and let it drop.

Only her bra remained. Black lace. Thin. Barely holding in those full, heavy breasts. He stared. Couldn’t help it. His mouth went dry.

He didn’t rush. No need. He leaned down. Lips brushed her stomach. Soft kisses. Then his tongue, flat and warm, dragged up from her navel. Slow. Wet. Ann squirmed under him.

“That tickles,” she giggled, voice breathy, fingers curling in the sheets.

Liam grinned against her skin. He kept going. Tongue traced higher. Over ribs. Up to the edge of her bra. He buried his face between her breasts. The lace scratched his cheeks, but the heat underneath was unreal. Soft. Full. He pressed deeper, breathing her in.

“Oh God, Ann,” he groaned, voice muffled. “You smell so fucking nice.”

Ann’s grin turned wicked. Her hands slipped behind her back. One quick twist. The bra hook snapped open.

The bra fell away. Ann’s breasts spilled free, full and heavy, swaying slightly as she breathed. Liam’s eyes locked on them. Round. Perfect. Nipples hard and pink, begging. The sight punched the air from his lungs. He stared, mouth open, like he’d never seen anything so good.

Ann laughed low. “You gonna just look?”

He didn’t answer. His hands cupped her breasts again, lifting them, feeling the weight. Soft skin. Warm. His thumbs brushed her nipples. She gasped, a sharp “ahhh~” that shot straight to his head.

Liam leaned in. His mouth closed over one nipple. He sucked slow, tongue swirling. Ann’s back arched. “Mmmmm~ yessss~,” she moaned, fingers digging into his hair. Her hips rocked under him, needy.

He sucked harder. Teeth grazed the tip. She cried out, “Ohhh~ fuck, Liam…” Her voice broke, breathy and raw. He switched to the other breast. Tongue flicking. Sucking deep. Her moans got louder, messier. “Ahnnn~ mmmmhh~ don’t stop~”

His hands squeezed her tits, pushing them together. He buried his face between them again, breathing her in. Jasmine. Sweat. Heat. He groaned against her skin, muffled and hungry. His cock throbbed in his pants, aching.

Ann tugged at his shirt. “Off,” she whispered, voice thick. “Now.”

Liam pulled back just enough to rip his shirt over his head. It hit the floor. His chest was hard, muscles tight, sweat already shining. Ann’s eyes raked over him, hungry. Her hands reached out, nails scraping down his abs.

He grabbed her wrists. Pinned them above her head with one hand. “Not yet,” he growled. His mouth went back to her breast. Sucking. Biting. Her body squirmed under him, thighs pressing together.

“Liam~” she whined, hips bucking. “Touch me lower… please…”

He let go of her wrists. His hand slid down her stomach, slow. Over the curve of her hip. He hooked his fingers into her shorts. Pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help. The shorts hit the floor. Then her panties. Black lace. Soaked.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re dripping.”

Ann bit her lip, cheeks red. “Your fault,” she whispered.

He smirked. Dropped to his knees beside the bed. Grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge. Spread her wide. Her pussy opened for him, pink and slick. He groaned low.

First touch was his tongue. Flat. Slow. From bottom to top. Ann jolted. “Ahhhhnnn~!” Her hands flew to his head, fingers twisting in his hair.

He licked again. Deeper. Tasting her. Sweet. Tangy. Addicting. He spread her lips with his thumbs. Exposed her clit. Flicked it fast.

“Ahhh! F-fuck~!” Her thighs clamped around his head. He pinned them open with his forearms. Kept licking. Sucking. Her clit swollen under his tongue.

“Mmmmhh~ ohhh God~ don’t stop~!” Her voice cracked. Hips grinding against his face. He slurped at her, loud and messy. Her juices coated his lips, his chin.

He shoved two fingers inside her. Tight. Hot. Wet. She screamed. “AHHHHHH~!” Her pussy clenched hard. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot. Pumped fast.

Ann’s body shook. “Ahhhhnnnn~ fuck yes~!” Her back arched off the bed. Tits bouncing with every thrust of his hand. He sucked her clit hard. Tongue flicking. Fingers slamming.

She came fast. Hard. “AHHHHHHHH~! LIAMMMM~!” Her pussy squirted, hot and wet, splashing his mouth. He drank it down, groaning into her. Licking her clean.

But he didn’t stop. Kept sucking. Fingers slowing, teasing. She whimpered, oversensitive. “Mmmmhh~ s-stop~ I can’t~”

“You can,” he growled. Pulled his fingers out. Slick with her. He stood. Shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free. Thick. Hard. Leaking.

Ann’s eyes went wide. She licked her lips. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Now.”

He grabbed her hips. Flipped her over. Ass up. Face down. Her pussy dripped onto the sheets. He spread her cheeks. Lined up. Thrust in.

One hard push. Buried deep. Ann screamed into the pillow. “AHHHHHHH~!” Her pussy stretched around him, tight and hot. He groaned, hips slapping forward.

He fucked her hard. Fast. The bed creaked. Her tits bounced under her. He reached around, grabbed one, squeezed. Pinched her nipple.

“Ahhhhnnnn~ yessss~ harder~!” she cried, pushing back into him. Her ass slapped against his thighs. Wet sounds filled the room.

He yanked her hair. Pulled her head back. Kissed her neck. Bit down. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled. His cock slammed deep. Hitting her spot.

She came again. “OHHHHHH FUCKKK~!” Her pussy clenched, milking him. Juices ran down her thighs. He kept pounding. Relentless.

“Cum inside me,” she gasped. “Fill me up~”

That broke him. One final thrust. He buried deep. Groaned loud. Hot cum shot inside her, pulse after pulse. She moaned, feeling it. “Mmmmhhhh~ yesssss~ I feel it~”

They collapsed. Sweaty. Shaking. His cock still inside her. Her pussy pulsing around him. Breaths ragged. Hearts pounding.

Ann turned her head. Smiled weak. “Fuck… I needed that.”

Liam kissed her shoulder. “We’re not done.”

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