Chapter 191: I Missed This... Or NOT!*** [FIXED!][15/10!]

Liam couldn’t believe how well this was going. Rachel knelt before him, water streaming down her face and over her bare tits while she worked his cock like she’d been starving for it. The sight of her lips stretched around his shaft, spit dripping from her chin in thick strings, made his head spin. He hadn’t expected this when he showed up at her door. Hadn’t planned on any of it. But watching her take him deeper, hearing the wet sounds of her mouth working him, he stopped fighting it.

Her desperation was obvious. She sucked harder than she needed to, her hands gripping his thighs like she was afraid he’d pull away. Every time she pulled back for air, she looked up at him with glassy eyes, then dove back down like she couldn’t stand the distance.

She was trying to prove something. Trying to make him feel so good he’d never want to leave.

Liam let her have her way for a while. Let her set the pace, let her tongue swirl and her throat work. But then something shifted in him. He reached down, grabbed his cock, and slapped it across her wet cheek with a wet smack. Rachel gasped, eyes fluttering.

“You want this cock that bad?” he asked, voice low. “Look at you. On your knees in your own shower, drooling all over yourself.”

She nodded, lips parted, tongue out like she was begging for more. He slapped her again, the head of his cock leaving a wet streak across her face.

“Say it.”

“I want it,” she breathed. “Want your cock.”

“You like being a filthy little slut for me?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed both her wrists and pulled them above her head, pinning them against the shower wall with one hand. His other hand guided his cock back to her mouth. Rachel opened wide without hesitation.

Liam thrust forward.

The first push went deep, the curve of his cock forcing its way into her throat. Rachel gagged but didn’t pull back. He pulled out halfway, then drove in again, harder.

The wet, choking sounds filled the small space. Spit flew from the corners of her mouth with every thrust. Her eyes watered, mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

Rachel moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his shaft. He fucked her throat in steady, brutal strokes, hips snapping forward while he kept her hands pinned. Her tits bounced with each thrust, water splashing off them. Every time he buried himself to the hilt, her nose pressed against his stomach and her throat convulsed around him.

His cock swelled inside her, stretching her throat wider. Rachel’s eyes rolled back. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest heaved, trying to pull air around the thick shaft lodged so deep. Liam looked down at her and shook his head once, slow and deliberate.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Rachel’s hands twitched in his grip but she stayed still. The sight of her struggling, throat bulging, spit pouring down her chin and onto her tits, made something dark and hot twist in Liam’s gut.

He pushed deeper, held there, feeling her throat flutter and spasm around him. Her face was turning red. Her body trembled. But she didn’t fight. She just looked up at him with wet, desperate eyes and let him use her.

Liam’s breathing grew ragged. He started thrusting again, faster now, chasing the feeling. Rachel’s moans turned into wet, broken sounds. Spit ran down her neck in rivers. Her tits were soaked, nipples tight, water and saliva mixing on her skin. He fucked her throat like he couldn’t stop, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiles.

Rachel’s body went slack.

Her eyes rolled back completely. Her arms went limp in his grip. Liam felt the change instantly and yanked his cock free. Rachel collapsed forward, catching herself on her hands as water poured over her face. She coughed hard, sucking in air, but her eyes were open. She was breathing.

Liam’s heart hammered. For one terrifying second he’d thought—

But she was fine. She was coughing, gasping, but she was fine.

Rachel looked up at him, eyes red, lips swollen, spit and water dripping from her chin. She didn’t look scared. She looked wrecked. And hungry for more.

Liam couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of him. Rachel looked completely undone—hair plastered to her face, mascara streaking down her cheeks, mouth hanging open as she panted for air. Her body trembled under the spray, every inch of her exposed and dripping. The way she stared up at him, glassy-eyed and wrecked, made his cock twitch hard against her cheek.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, grabbing her hips and yanking her up. “So fucking desperate. You want it that bad?”

Rachel moaned, nodding fast. “Yes—please, Liam. I need it.”

He spun her around and bent her forward, hands gripping her waist so tight his fingers dug into her soft flesh. She braced against the wall, ass pushed back, and he drove into her in one brutal thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the tiles as he started pounding her, hips snapping forward without mercy.

“Oh god—yes!” Rachel cried out, voice cracking. “Harder—fuck me harder!”

Liam grunted, sweat mixing with water as he slammed into her again and again. His fingers pressed deep enough to leave faint red marks blooming across her hips. Rachel’s moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, her pussy clenching around him with every thrust.

“You like getting fucked like this?” he panted, voice rough. “Like a dirty little slut?”

“Yes!” she gasped. “I’m your slut—use me!”

He pulled out suddenly and spun her to face him, lifting one of her legs and hooking it over his arm. Standing missionary left her completely open, and he shoved back inside with a wet squelch. Rachel’s head fell back against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream as he started fucking her even harder.

“Fuck—Liam!” she wailed, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop!”

He pounded into her relentlessly, water splashing everywhere, the sound of their bodies meeting filthy and loud. Rachel’s tits bounced with every thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

“I’m close—I’m so close,” she whimpered, voice shaking.

Liam felt his own orgasm building fast. He tried to pull out but Rachel’s legs suddenly locked around his waist, heels digging into his back.

“Rachel—fuck—let go—”

“No,” she moaned, eyes wild. “Inside me—please—”

He came with a choked groan, hips jerking as he emptied himself deep inside her. His knees buckled and he dropped to the shower floor, but Rachel stayed locked around him, still impaled on his cock. She started riding him immediately, grinding down hard, cum already leaking out around his shaft in thick white streams.

“Fuck… too much…!” Liam gasped, overstimulated, but Rachel didn’t stop. She kept bouncing on him, pussy squeezing tight, her own orgasm building fast.

“I can’t—I’m gonna—” she cried, then slammed down one final time and came with a broken scream. Her whole body shook as she pulsed around him, and Liam felt another hot spurt shoot out of him, adding to the mess already dripping down his balls.

Rachel leaned down and kissed him hard, still grinding slowly, cum and her own juices coating his cock in a sticky mess. Her voice was barely a whisper against his lips.

“I will have your child…” Rachel didn’t even realize she had said this in the moment she was so lost in.

Liam’s mind went blank for a second. “What the fuck did she just say?”

The water kept running over them both, hot and steady, but neither moved. Liam stayed on his back on the shower floor, chest heaving, Rachel still straddling him with his cock buried deep inside her. Cum leaked out around his shaft in thick, slow drips, mixing with the water swirling down the drain.

Rachel’s breathing slowed. Then her eyes widened.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, cheeks flushing red. “I… I didn’t mean—”

She laughed, but it came out wrong. Too high, too quick. “I mean, that was just… you know, heat of the moment. Stupid thing to say. Obviously.”

Liam didn’t laugh. He stared up at her, water running down his face, and the pieces clicked into place. This wasn’t the first time she’d said something like that. Little comments here and there—about how good he’d feel filling her up, how she hated condoms, how she wanted to feel him cum inside her. He’d brushed it off before. Now it made sense.

“Rachel,” he said, voice low. “What the fuck was that?”

“Nothing,” she said too fast, trying to smile. “Just… dirty talk. That’s all.”

“Bullshit.” He sat up slowly, still inside her, hands gripping her hips. “You’ve been trying this. Haven’t you?”

Rachel’s mouth opened, then closed. She looked away, water dripping from her chin.

“I just… I thought maybe if it happened, you’d—”

“You thought you’d trap me with a kid?” His voice stayed calm, but his fingers dug into her skin.

She didn’t deny it. Just swallowed hard and whispered, “I want it. I want a baby, Liam.”

He exhaled through his nose, the truth settling heavy between them. This was new. He’d had plenty of raw sex before, always knew the risk. But this was the first time someone had actually tried to get pregnant on purpose.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, still holding her in place. “What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”