Chapter 150: Accidental Dial?**

He shoved her down onto the sofa, stripping her bare in seconds. He didn’t waste time, his hands sliding between her thighs to find her already soaking. He teased her clit with a rough thumb, making her hips jerk uncontrollably.

"Ngh... Liam, please... I need it," she moaned, her head tossing back against the cushions.

Liam stood up, shedding his trousers completely as his massive cock throbbed, already rock-hard and pulsing. Sophia’s eyes widened; no matter how many times she saw it, the sheer size of him intimidated and aroused her as the precum was literally dripping from the tip of it.

She crawled toward him on her knees, her gaze locked on the thick, veiny shaft. She reached out, wrapping her small hand around the base, realizing she couldn’t even close her fingers all the way around the girth.

She leaned in, her tongue flickering over the broad, leaking head of his cock. She let out a soft moan as she took the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rim. Then, she tried to slide deeper.

She gasped, her throat tightening as the thickness hit the back of her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, but she struggled to take it all the way in. Every time she tried to swallow him, her gag reflex kicked in, forcing her to pull back and gasp for air.

"Fuck, Sophia... you’re so tight," Liam groaned, his hands gripping her hair to guide her.

Determined to please him, Sophia tried a different tactic. She pressed her breasts together, squeezing them tight to create a valley of soft flesh, trying to wrap her tits around his shaft. She slid the cock between her breasts, the heat of her skin clinging to him, but as Liam thrust his hips forward, the sheer size of his cock caused it to slip right out of her grip. He was simply too big to be contained by her chest, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them. Or rather, his cock was throbbing way too much that it couldn’t be contained.

She went back to his cock, focusing on the head, sucking and licking with a frantic energy. She used her hands to stimulate the base while her mouth worked the top, making wet, slopping sounds that filled the quiet room. Liam’s breathing became heavy, his muscles tensing as he neared the edge. He was shaking, his voice a strained whisper.

"I’m... I’m almost there... fuck, keep going..."

Sophia felt the tension in him, the way his thighs trembled. Just as he was seconds away from peaking, the sharp, loud ring of her phone echoed through the room.

She froze. It was the call she had been waiting for all week—a high-profile client. She pulled away abruptly, the suction making a loud pop as her lips left his glans. Liam let out a frustrated groan, his cock twitching, denied its release at the final moment.

"I have to take this," Sophia whispered, breathless and flushed. She scrambled up, ignoring the way Liam glared at her with raw, unspent lust. She walked a few paces away, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hello? This is Sophia," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to regain her professional composure.

The moment the words left her mouth, Liam was there. He didn’t say a word; he simply grabbed her by the waist and violently yanked her forward, bending her over the back of a nearby chair. Before she could even protest, he lined himself up and slammed into her from behind with one powerful, guttural thrust.

"Ahhh!—" Sophia screamed into the phone, her eyes bulging. She barely managed to stifle the sound, turning the moan into a choked gasp.

"I... I’m sorry, there was a... a noise in the background."

On the other end of the line, there was a pause. It wasn’t the client. It was her friend, who had been tasked with relaying the news about her newest appointment.

"Sophia?" her friend’s voice came through, sounding amused and knowing. "Is that... are you being fucked right now? I can hear your breathing. I can hear him."

Sophia’s face turned bright red. She tried to pull away, but Liam gripped her hips like vices, his large cock filling her to the absolute limit, stretching her walls to the breaking point. He began to pump into her with a rhythmic, brutal intensity, each hit slamming his pelvis against her ass with a loud, fleshy slap.

"Oh my god, you totally are," her friend giggled, making no effort to hang up. "Anyway, about the appointment... She is confirmed for tomorrow. She’s expecting you at ten." Chloe said.

Liam leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing against her ear. He knew she was on the phone. He knew the other woman could hear everything. He began to dirty talk, his voice a dark, predatory growl.

"Tell her you’re busy, Sophia," Liam whispered, his voice loud enough for the microphone to pick up. The thing he did with Mrs. Harriet the night before had unlocked something in him.

"Tell her you’re currently being stretched open by a cock that’s too big for you. Tell her how your tight little pussy is gripping me while you pretend to be professional."

"Nnngh... please... stop..." Sophia whimpered, though her body was betraying her, her walls pulsing around him in desperate waves of pleasure.

"You love it," Liam groaned, slamming deeper, hitting her cervix with every thrust.

"You love that she knows you’re being used like a toy. You’re nothing but a little slut for me right now, aren’t you?"

Sophia couldn’t even answer. She was lost in the sensation, her breath coming in short, jagged sobs. She could hear her friend laughing on the other end, the voyeurism only adding to the heat of the moment. Liam continued to hammer into her, his pace increasing, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.

Just as Sophia reached a shattering peak, her body convulsing around him, Liam suddenly pulled out. He didn’t cum—he refused to let himself finish—but the sudden exit left her feeling empty and longing.

As he stepped back, his massive cock slipped out of her with a wet, suctioning sound. It was glistening, completely coated in a thick layer of her creamy, translucent juices and his own pre-cum. Sophia collapsed against the chair, gasping for air, finally realizing she was still holding the phone.

"I... I have to go," she managed to choke out, finally hanging up the call as she looked back at Liam, who stood there, still hard and towering over her, a smirk of pure dominance on his face.