Chapter 200: Deeper

Liam didn’t let her recover.

Veronica was still on her hands and knees, ass red, spit running down her chin, when he gripped her hair again and dragged her mouth back to his cock.

She opened automatically this time. He pushed in until her nose pressed against his stomach and held her there, throat bulging around him.

Veronica gagged hard, eyes flying wide. Spit flooded around his shaft and ran down her chin in thick strands. The wet, choked sound of it filled the quiet room.

He kept her locked in place for three full seconds before pulling back just enough for her to drag in a wet, desperate breath.

Her chest heaved. Tears had already started gathering at the corners of her eyes.

Then he fucked her throat again.

Harder than before. Deeper. The wet, choking sounds filled the room without pause.

Veronica’s hands braced against his thighs, fingers digging into muscle, but she didn’t try to push him away. Tears streamed down her face.

Mascara ran in dark lines toward her temples. Every time he bottomed out in her throat she made a broken, muffled sound that vibrated around his cock.

Spit poured freely down her chin and dripped onto the sheets in long, glossy strings.

"That’s it," he muttered, voice rough. "Take it like you were made for it. Don’t you dare pull off."

He held her there until her throat convulsed hard around him, her body starting to struggle for air, then pulled out completely.

Veronica collapsed forward onto her forearms, gasping, spit dripping from her open mouth onto the sheets. Her face was a mess flushed dark, wet, ruined. A thin line of drool connected her lower lip to the bed.

Liam moved behind her again.

He slapped her ass hard with his open hand, once on each cheek, the crack of palm on flesh sharp in the room.

The skin was already pink from earlier. He slapped her again, heavier, watching the flesh ripple, then rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her dripping pussy.

She was soaked. Her folds were swollen and shiny, a thin string of wetness connecting her inner thighs.

He slapped her cunt with his cock heavy, deliberate impacts that made her whole body jerk then pushed just the head inside.

Veronica cried out.

The stretch of even the head was intense. Her walls fluttered and clenched desperately around the thick intrusion, trying to pull him deeper.

Liam held there, only the head buried in her, and spanked her ass again while she trembled around him. Each slap made her cunt squeeze tighter around the head of his cock.

"Don’t you dare push back," he said. "You take what I give you. Nothing more."

He stayed there, rocking the head of his cock in and out of her entrance without ever giving her more.

Every shallow thrust made her moan. Every spank made her clench. Her pussy was trying to suck him deeper and he refused to let it. The wet sound of the head popping in and out of her was filthy and small and constant.

Veronica’s arms shook. Her forehead pressed into the sheets. She was dripping down her own thighs.

After a full minute of that torment he pulled out completely and slapped her cunt with his cock again, harder. The wet impact made her sob into the mattress.

He flipped her onto her back, shoved her thighs wide, and straddled her waist again. His cock slick with her spit and her wetness slid back between her tits.

He pushed them together with both hands and fucked her chest in long, rough strokes. The soft, warm pressure of her flesh closed around him.

The head of his cock tapped her lips on every upward thrust until she opened for him again, sucking weakly every time he pushed into her mouth.

"Look at you," he said, watching her face. "Throat fucked, tits fucked, ass red, and your pussy is still dripping down onto the bed.

You’re a mess, Veronica."

Veronica could only moan around him in response. Her eyes were glassy. Spit and pre-cum slicked the valley of her breasts, making every thrust wetter and louder.

He pinched both of her nipples hard and twisted while he used her chest, watching her face contort. Then he slapped the side of one tit, then the other, the soft flesh bouncing under his palm.

Her nipples were dark and swollen from everything he had already done to them. When he bent down and bit one, she cried out around his cock, the sound muffled and broken.

Liam pulled free of her chest with a wet sound, shifted down her body, and shoved three fingers into her pussy without warning.

Veronica’s back arched hard off the bed.

"Fuck!"

She was burning hot and dripping. He finger-fucked her fast and deep, the wet schlicking sound of it loud and filthy in the room.

His fingers curled against the front wall of her cunt with every thrust while his thumb rubbed rough, relentless circles over her swollen clit. Veronica’s thighs started shaking almost immediately.

Her hands scrabbled at the sheets, then at his wrist, not sure if she was trying to stop him or pull him deeper.

"I’m I’m close"

"Not yet."

He slowed his fingers right as she started to tighten, denying her. Veronica let out a raw, frustrated cry that cracked in the middle.

He slapped her pussy with his free hand sharp and wet then went back to fingering her, building her up again with fast, deep strokes only to back off the moment her walls started fluttering around his fingers.

He did it three times.

By the third denial Veronica was sobbing, hips chasing his hand, tits rising and falling with every ragged breath.

Her face was streaked with tears and spit and running mascara. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

She looked completely broken open past pride, past control, past everything except the need he had spent the last hour carving into her.

Liam finally pulled his fingers out. They were shiny with her release. He wiped them across her mouth, smearing her own wetness over her lips, then pushed them between her teeth.

"Clean them."

Veronica sucked his fingers without hesitation, tasting herself, eyes unfocused and glassy. Her tongue worked over his fingers like she was still half in a daze.

He spread her thighs wider, rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her ruined, dripping cunt, and slapped it against her clit one more time.

The heavy, wet impact made Veronica jolt hard, a broken sound tearing out of her throat. He slapped her pussy with his cock again, then again, until she was whimpering and her hips were lifting off the bed in helpless little movements.

"Please," she whispered. Her voice was wrecked. Hoarse from his cock. "Liam please"

He leaned over her, the heavy length of his cock resting against her pussy, and spoke against her mouth.

"Not yet."

Then he kissed her deep, possessive, tasting the spit and the desperation on her tongue while his cock continued to slide against her without ever pushing inside.

Veronica’s hands came up to his shoulders, gripping hard, body trembling underneath him. Every time the thick head of his cock caught on her clit she made a small, broken sound into his mouth.

She was past pride. Past control. Past everything except the need.

Outside, the morning continued. Footsteps moved through the villa. Somewhere downstairs a kettle boiled. The house was awake and ordinary.

Inside the room, Veronica was being taken apart piece by piece.

And Liam still wasn’t ready to let her come.