Chapter 185: Soft No More

The knock came just after nightfall.

Liam was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt off, the bruise along his ribs darkening into deep purple.

He had been testing the range of motion in his shoulder when the sound came. Soft. Certain.

He opened the door.

Jessica stood on the other side. She had changed into a simple black top and fitted pants. Her hair was down.

The careful distance she had worn for so long was gone. In its place was something quieter and more deliberate.

"You said next time," she said.

Liam stepped aside. She walked in. He closed the door. For a moment they just looked at each other in the low light of the room.

The unfinished heat from the morning still sat between them, thicker now.

Jessica’s eyes moved over the bruise on his ribs, the tape on his eyebrow, the split knuckles. Then they lifted back to his face.

"You’re still hurt."

"I can handle it."She exhaled once, as if making a final decision, and closed the distance herself.

The kiss was different from the morning. Less hesitant. Hungrier. Jessica’s hands slid up his bare chest and around his neck as she pressed herself against him.

Liam backed her toward the bed without breaking the kiss, one hand in her hair, the other already slipping under the hem of her top to find warm skin.

Jessica made a soft sound against his mouth when his palm spanned her waist and then higher, brushing the underside of her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

The realization pulled a low noise from his throat. He cupped her fully, thumb dragging across the already tight nipple, and felt her arch into his hand.

He pulled the top over her head and dropped it. Jessica’s breasts were full, soft, nipples dark and stiff.

Liam lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking slowly at first, then harder. Jessica’s fingers locked in his hair. A broken moan left her as he bit down just enough to make her hips jerk.

"Liam—"

He switched sides, giving the other breast the same attention while his hand worked the first, squeezing, pinching, rolling the nipple until she was breathing unevenly.

When he kissed back up her throat and found her mouth again, Jessica’s hands were already at the waistband of his pants.

He stopped her only long enough to push her own pants and underwear down. She stepped out of them without shame. Bare.

Already flushed. The scent of her arousal hit him the moment she was fully undressed.

Liam guided her back onto the bed and followed her down. His hand slid between her thighs and found her soaked.

Two fingers pushed into her without much resistance. Jessica’s back arched. She was hot, tight, and dripping.

"You’re this wet already," he muttered against her mouth.

Jessica’s answer was a shaky exhale as he curled his fingers and rubbed firmly against the front wall of her pussy. His thumb found her clit and pressed.

The wet sound of his fingers moving inside her filled the quiet room. Jessica’s hips lifted to meet every stroke. Her thighs began to tremble.

He worked her until she was close panting, clutching at his shoulders, moaning openly then pulled his fingers out before she could finish. Jessica made a frustrated sound of protest.

Liam stood just long enough to push his pants down.As he did, he activated Flesh Sculpting.

The change was immediate. His cock thickened and lengthened in his hand, swelling to the heavy, exaggerated size he had used before three times his original. Veined.

Thick. The head flushed and already wet at the tip.Jessica’s eyes dropped.

And widened. "...What the fuck."

Her voice was quiet. Stunned. She pushed up on her elbows, staring at the thick length of him with clear shock.

The last time she had imagined this if she had imagined it at all it had not been like this.

"That is not normal."

"No."Jessica’s throat moved as she swallowed. Heat and genuine wariness mixed in her expression. She couldn’t look away from it.

"Liam. That’s going to split me open."

"You’ll take it."He stroked himself once, slow, letting her watch. Jessica’s breathing had changed.

The shock was still there, but underneath it something darker was rising. She licked her lower lip without seeming to realize it.

Liam climbed back over her, rubbed the thick head of his cock along her dripping entrance, and watched her face as he began to push in.

Jessica’s reaction was instant.

Her mouth fell open on a sharp, broken gasp. The stretch forced a raw sound from her throat as the head of him forced her open wider than anything she had taken before.

Her hands flew to his forearms.

"Wait fuck it’s too"

He gave her a second, then pushed deeper. Inch by thick inch. Jessica’s head tipped back into the pillow, eyes half-glazed, mouth open.

Every additional stretch pulled another helpless, shocked noise out of her. When he finally bottomed out hips flush against hers, every exaggerated inch buried inside her she was trembling.

"It’s so fucking big," she whispered, voice wrecked. "I can feel it everywhere"

Liam kissed her hard and started moving.

Deep. Controlled. Every stroke dragged the thick length of him along her walls, forcing her to feel the difference.

Jessica’s moans turned loud and unguarded almost immediately. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist. Her nails dug into his back whenever he sank particularly deep.

The wet sound of her taking him filled the room louder, filthier because of how much he was stretching her.

"Still too much?" he asked against her mouth.

Jessica shook her head frantically, even as her body clenched hard around him. "Don’t stop just give me a second"

He gave her three slower strokes. Then he fucked her properly.

Jessica cried out. The size of him turned every thrust into something overwhelming. Her breasts bounced with the force. Sweat gathered between their bodies.

She clung to him like she needed the anchor, moaning brokenly into his shoulder every time the thick head dragged against the place inside her that made her vision blur.

"I’m Liam, I’m already"

He didn’t ease up. He fucked her through the rising tension until her orgasm slammed into her hard. Jessica’s whole body locked up.

A raw cry tore out of her as her pussy clamped down viciously around the thick cock stretching her open. She shook under him, wetness spilling around his shaft, legs trembling violently.

Liam held her through it, still moving in deep, measured strokes, drawing every last tremor out of her. Only when the worst of the shaking began to ease did he let himself follow.

He buried himself to the root and came with a low groan, flooding her in thick, heavy pulses while her body still fluttered and milked him.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

Liam stayed inside her, weight braced carefully off his injured ribs, face buried in the side of her neck. Jessica’s arms and legs remained locked around him.

Her breathing was ragged. Every few seconds another aftershock rippled through her and made her clench around the cock still buried deep inside her.

Eventually he lifted his head.

Jessica looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen, expression completely wrecked. A faint, disbelieving breath left her.

"That," she said, voice hoarse, "was not what I expected."

Liam kissed her once, slow and deep.

"I know." He didn’t pull out. The night was still early.And Jessica’s line had finally broken for good.