Chapter 151: Take It All!*** [FIXED!]

Liam stood there, towering over Sophia, his chest heaving and his gaze predatory. To any outsider, his level of arousal would seem supernatural, but for Liam, it was a culmination of a specific, perverse psychological state.

He had reached a peak in his life where his sex drive wasn’t just a biological urge; it was an obsession, a driving force that colored every waking moment. He didn’t just want sex; he craved the raw, unfiltered power of it. His mind was a constant loop of dominance, surrender, and the visceral sensation of flesh meeting flesh. He loved the fact that he was always ready, that his body responded with an aggressive, unrelenting hardness regardless of the situation.

It wasn’t about some biological fluke or a system; it was about his mental hunger. He had cultivated a mindset where every interaction was a prelude to conquest, and the more he indulged in this hunger, the more it grew. He chuckled to himself, the sound low and dark, knowing that the chaotic encounter they had just shared was merely the appetizer. The real feast was only beginning.

Sophia, still breathless and trembling from the intensity of the phone call and the sudden, brutal penetration, looked at him in utter disbelief. Her mind was racing, partly wondering how the hell she was going to explain the sounds and the gaps in her conversation to Chloe.

Chloe was her close friend, and while they were open about many things, the sheer animalistic nature of what Liam had just done to her—and the fact that Chloe had likely heard the wet, slapping sounds of his cock hammering into her—was a lot to process.

Her gaze dropped to his cock. Even after the intense friction and the sudden withdrawal, he remained rock-hard. The amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip was staggering; it glistened in the light, dripping down the shaft in a way that almost looked like he had already climaxed. But Sophia knew better. This wasn’t the aftermath of a release; it was a testament to a level of arousal that bordered on the manic. He wanted her with a desperation that was almost tangible, a hunger that threatened to consume them both.

"Do you... do you really want to fuck me that bad?" Sophia asked, her voice a fragile thread of sound. She tried to inject a note of teasing into her tone, a way to regain some semblance of control, but her shaking knees betrayed her.

Liam chuckled, the vibration echoing in his chest. He could see right through her. He saw the way her pupils were dilated, the way her skin was flushed a deep pink, and the way she was subconsciously shifting her weight, her pussy still weeping from his intrusion. His mouth watered. The sight of her—disheveled, needy, and completely overwhelmed—was exactly what he wanted.

"I want you that bad, I’m man enough to admit it..." Liam said with a smirk. He took a slow, deliberate step toward her, his presence filling the room, his scent—a mix of musk and raw lust—overpowering her senses.

Just as he closed the gap, Sophia raised a finger, a sharp, commanding gesture to halt his progress. She wasn’t ready to surrender just yet. She wanted to hear it. She wanted to know the depth of his depravity.

"Tell me how bad," she commanded, her voice regaining some of its assertive edge.

Liam stopped, his eyes locking onto hers. The smirk vanished, replaced by a look of intense, focused desire. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver of pure electricity down her spine.

"Enough to put a kid in you," Liam confessed.

The words hit Sophia like a physical blow. She froze, her finger still raised, her mouth hanging open slightly. "W-What?" she muttered. The concept of children was something she hadn’t entertained in years. Her life was about her career, her fitness, her independence. The idea of being impregnated was a distant, almost alien thought.

"I didn’t stutter," Liam said, his voice gaining strength as he began to walk toward her again, forcing her to retreat. "I want my kids to explore the origin of the body that might potentially have them... I want to fill you up and let your body decide if it wants my kids."

Sophia kept backing away, her heart hammering against her ribs. The raw honesty of his desire, the sheer audacity of his claim, was terrifying and intoxicating all at once. She was so focused on his words and the intensity of his gaze that she didn’t notice the edge of the rug bunching beneath her feet. She tripped, her balance vanishing in an instant, and she landed flat on her buttocks with a soft thud, her legs falling slightly ajar, exposing her glistening, swollen folds to his hungry eyes.

"Awww, see? Your body is speaking for you," Liam teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

He bent over her, his massive frame casting a shadow over her. Panic and lust warred within Sophia; she tried to scramble backward, her palms sliding on the floor as she attempted to crawl away from the predator. But Liam was faster. He reached out and grabbed her ankles in a firm grip, yanking her back toward him. The sudden movement tripped her up again, and she flipped over, landing flat on her stomach with a gasp.

As he loomed over her, Liam paused for a moment. He knew the intensity of his desires could be overwhelming, and he wanted her to be a willing participant in this descent.

"Remember, you can stop this at any time," Liam said, his voice suddenly steady and clear. "The safeword is ’no kids’."

The establishment of the safeword acted like a pressure valve. It gave Sophia the psychological safety she needed to let go, knowing that she held the ultimate kill-switch. It transformed the dynamic from one of pure aggression to one of consensual, high-stakes play.

Before she could even process the relief, Liam moved. He didn’t use any lubrication; he didn’t need to. Sophia was already soaking, her body producing a flood of arousal. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance in a collapsed doggy position. With one powerful, unrelenting shove, he buried himself inside her.

"Nnnngh! Ahhh!" Sophia screamed into the floor, her fingers clawing at the carpet.

The sensation was overwhelming. Because she was pressed flat against the floor, the angle of entry was tighter than anything she had ever experienced. Her pelvic floor muscles, honed by years of intense workouts and squats, clamped down on him with a vice-like grip.

Liam groaned, his eyes fluttering. It felt as if her internal walls were trying to swallow him whole, the pressure so intense it was almost painful, yet exquisitely pleasurable.

He had only managed to get halfway in when Sophia, driven by a sudden surge of her own lust, arched her back and pushed her buttocks back against him. She didn’t just accept the intrusion; she demanded it. With a wet, sliding sound, she took every single inch of his massive shaft, pulling him deep into her womb.

Liam gasped, his breath hitching. He had never felt anything like this. The way she could manipulate her inner muscles to grip him was a revelation.

It was as if her fitness had unlocked a new level of sexual capability, allowing her to squeeze him with a precision that drove him to the brink of insanity.

He tried to pull back slightly to regain his rhythm, but he found he couldn’t. She was sucking him in, her walls pulsing and contracting around him in rhythmic waves.

"Fuck! You’re sucking me in!" Liam roared, his voice raw.

Sophia didn’t answer with words; she answered with action. She began to meet his thrusts, throwing her ass back with a frantic energy, her moans turning into loud, guttural cries of pleasure.

"Oh god... yes! Fuck me... fill me up! Ahhh! Nnnngh!"

The friction was incredible. The combination of her tight grip and the speed of their movements created a heat that felt like it was melting them together. Liam was losing control. He had tried to hold back, tried to prolong the torture, but the sheer intensity of Sophia’s reaction broke him.

In no time, Liam hit his limit. He let out a primal scream, his body stiffening as he came with a violence that shook them both. His balls pulsed against her perineum, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he flooded her. He felt the hot, thick jets of his seed slamming against her cervix, filling her deep inside.

But Sophia didn’t stop. She kept throwing her ass back, her movements grinding his sensitive, post-orgasmic cock deeper into her. Each movement churned the semen inside her, creating a messy, creamy slurry that lubricated their friction even further.

"Nnnngh... stop... ahhh!" Liam groaned, his voice strained. He was hypersensitive now, the pleasure bordering on agony, but he couldn’t stop. The feeling of her walls continuing to squeeze him, even as he was spent, triggered a second wind.

He reached forward, his large hands gripping her waist so tightly that his fingers dug into her soft flesh, leaving marks that would surely be there tomorrow. He pushed her head down, pinning her against the floor, and began to pump into her again. He wasn’t cumming again—not yet—but the raw, animalistic need to dominate her remained.

"Liam! W-Wait! Ahhh! Nnnngh!" Sophia cried out, her voice breaking. "I’m cumming! If you keep going, I-I am going to...! Oh god, I’m... I’m...!"

Liam didn’t care. He didn’t slow down. He didn’t soften his blow. As long as the safeword wasn’t uttered, he was going to push her past every limit she had. He kept pumping her, his pelvis slamming against her ass with a rhythmic, fleshy thud, driving her deeper and deeper into a shattering, endless orgasm.

"Take it all, Sophia!" he growled, his voice a dark command. "Take every bit of me!"

Sophia’s body convulsed, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent spasms. She screamed, a long, loud sound of pure release that echoed through the apartment, her vision blurring as she surrendered completely to the man who had just claimed her in the most perverse and absolute way possible.