Chapter 332: A Fun Night Out With Maya 2

Liam didn’t pull back. Instead, he shifted his weight, catching her under her thighs and maneuvering her across the narrow rear cabin of the M4 until her back was pressed flat against the dark, cool leather of the rear bench.

He moved over her, his broad shoulders blocking out what little ambient light bled through the pitch-black tint of the windows.

The space was thick, hot, and smelled heavily of sweat, perfume, and sex.

Maya looked up at him through half-lidded, heavy eyes, her breath coming out in short, shallow puffs against his chest.

Her red hair was completely fan-spread across the headrest, a damp strand clinging to the corner of her swollen, parted lips.

Her heavy, pale breasts heaved with every breath she took, the pink tips hardened into tight, sensitive points that glistened under the dim interior light.

"Liam... wait," she rasped out, her voice barely a whisper. Her small hands came up, resting weakly against his chest, her fingers trembling against his shirt. "I thought... I thought we were done."

Liam looked down at her flushed face, his green eyes dark and completely unhurried.

He leaned down, placing one palm flat against the leather beside her head while his other hand slid down the side of her waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hip.

"You said you could handle this all day," Liam said, his voice low, heavy, and completely composed. "I’m just taking you at your word."

Before she could form another sentence, he shifted his hips and drove back into her with a single, deep, unyielding thrust that buried his full length right back into her wet heat.

"AANNHHH!"

Maya’s head whipped back against the leather seat, a sharp, ragged scream breaking from her throat.

Her legs flew up instinctively, her ankles locking tight behind his waist while her fingers dug through his shirt, her nails biting into his back muscles.

The immediate, intense stretch of him filling her all over again sent a visible tremor straight through her body, from her arches down to her shoulders.

"Oh god... Liam!" she choked out, her hips jerking upward in an involuntary spasm. "You’re... you’re huge... it’s too deep—"

"It’s right where it needs to be," Liam grunted into her ear, his mouth dropping down to the side of her neck.

He bit lightly at the tender junction where her neck met her shoulder, making her shiver violently beneath him.

He didn’t rush the rhythm.

He pulled back slowly, feeling the incredibly tight, slick walls of her entrance drag along his shaft, holding onto him like a vise.

He let her feel every single millimeter of his girth retreating before he drove back in, the heavy weight of his hips slamming flat against her bare ass with a loud, wet thud that echoed inside the enclosed car.

"Mmmph!" Maya gasped into the dark air, her eyes rolling back as her back arched off the seat. Her breasts bounced heavily with the impact, the soft flesh swaying with every relentless stroke he delivered.

"Look at me, Maya," Liam commanded, his voice thick and authoritative.

She forced her eyes open, her pupils dilated so wide that the green of her irises was barely a thin ring around the blackness.

She looked up at him, completely stripped of any of the witty, confident energy she had when she stepped out of her emerald sports car.

Liam reached between their sweat-slicked bodies, his broad hand cupping her right breast, his thumb and forefinger catching her hardened nipple and rolling it firmly between his digits while his hips maintained that heavy, brutal cadence below.

"Aaahh! Don’t—don’t do that while moving like that!" she whined, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of intense sensitivity flooded her nervous system. "It’s... it’s too much!"

"You like it," Liam said plainly, his thumb pressing harder against the peak of her breast. "Your body is telling me something completely different."

He proved his point by adjusting his angle, lifting her left thigh higher over his shoulder so he could penetrate even deeper into her.

The shift in angle hit a precise, swollen spot deep inside her, and Maya completely lost her breath.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her toes curling tight as her fingers scrambled wildly for purchase on the leather seat covers behind his back.

"Liam, Liam, Liam!" she chanted his name like a desperate plea, her head tossing back and forth against the dark leather. "I’m going to... I’m really going to—"

"Cum," Liam ordered, his strokes turning faster, shorter, and heavier, slamming into her with unyielding power. "Cum on it."

Maya shattered for the third time.

A high, breathless shriek tore from her throat as her body went completely rigid.

Her internal muscles clamped down around his shaft with an insane, crushing force, pulsing in rapid, violent spasms that milked him relentlessly.

She held onto his shoulders, her body shaking like a leaf in a storm as her climax washed over her in heavy, continuous waves.

Liam didn’t pull out. He didn’t even slow down.

As her initial contractions began to taper off, he kept his pace steady, driving through her release with cold, calculated intent.

Maya’s green eyes flew open in absolute shock, a desperate, raspy gasp leaving her lungs. "Wait—Liam! Stop, stop! I just came! I’m too sensitive—aaaahhn!"

His heavy thrusts cut off her words entirely. The friction inside her wet, swollen core was so intense that every single stroke sent a violent wave of pleasure-pain straight up her spine.

"Liam, please!" she whimpered, her voice breaking into a soft sob as she tried to push against his chest. "I can’t... my body can’t take another one right now... it’s too much..."

"You’re fine," Liam muttered, his breathing turning heavier as the tight squeeze of her climax pushed him closer to his own edge. His hands gripped her waist so tight his knuckles were white, holding her hips pinned flat against the leather so she couldn’t retreat an inch. "Just stay still and take it."

He locked his legs and drove into her with raw, unfiltered power.

The slick, wet slapping of skin on skin was continuous now, a rhythmic rhythm that drowned out the distant bass of the car meet outside.

Maya was completely at his mercy.

She couldn’t fight the rhythm he imposed on her. Every time his hips slammed against hers, a soft, helpless whimper spilled from her parted lips.

Her red hair was a sweaty mess, sticking to her pale, flushed chest and neck, her full breasts sloshing with every hard drive of his body.

"Oh god... you’re crazy... you’re actually crazy," she sobbed out, though her hands had stopped pushing him away and were now clinging weakly to his forearms, riding out the relentless storm.

Liam felt the sudden, intense coil in his lower gut tighten to the point of breaking. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth catching her skin one last time as he drove himself as deep into her as her body would physically allow.

"Maya..." he growled out, the sound low, animalistic, and completely stripped of his usual composure.

He pounded into her three more times—hard, fast, and unrelenting—before holding himself buried flush against her hips.

His entire body went rigid.

A deep, guttural roar tore from his throat as he finally released, his shaft pulsing heavily deep inside her, flooding her core with long, hot surges of his seed.

Maya let out one final, faint whimper, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the sheer volume and heat of his release filling her completely.

Her head turned sideways, resting limply against the headrest, her arms sliding off his shoulders and flopping onto the seat beside her like rag doll limbs.

Liam stayed buried inside her for almost a full minute, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, his forehead resting against hers. Sweat dripped from his temple onto her pale collarbone.

Slowly, he disengaged, pulling his shaft out of her with a soft, wet sound.

Maya lay there completely limp, her legs remaining loosely parted on the dark leather seat, too exhausted to even pull them together.

Her body was completely flushed red, covered in a sheen of sweat that glistened under the dim interior light.

Her chest was rising and falling in slow, heavy, shallow gasps, her mouth slightly open, green eyes half-lidded and unfocused as she stared blindly at the dark ceiling of the car.

Liam sat back on his heels, adjusting his clothes and pulling his trousers back up over his waist. He looked down at her motionless, wrecked frame, taking in the full sight of what he had just done to her.

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a wet strand of red hair away from her damp cheek.

"Hey," Liam said softly, his voice returning to its calm, composed tone. "Are you alright down there?"

Maya didn’t answer.

No words came from her parted lips, no clever wit, no defensive comeback, and no playful flirtation.

The only sound in the dark cabin of the BMW was the ragged, slow gasp of air dragging in and out of her lungs as she lay there, completely and utterly ruined.