mtlumby2d Chapter 234: The Morning
Chapter 234: The Morning
Scarlett’s POV
The hot afternoon sun streamed through the half-open curtains, warming my face and pulling me slowly from the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks. My body felt heavy, deliciously used, every muscle aching in the most satisfying way. I stretched with a soft groan, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs and the faint bruises I could already feel blooming on my hips and breasts.
When I opened my eyes, only Liam was still in bed with me. His massive frame was propped up on one elbow, his green eyes watching me with soft affection. The sheets were pooled low around his waist, revealing the hard lines of his abs and the thick outline of his cock even at rest.
"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and lingering desire. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face. "How do you feel?"
I let out a breathless laugh, shifting carefully. "Like a train has crushed me... in the best possible way."
Liam chuckled, the sound deep and warm. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "That’s understandable. We were pretty intense."
I glanced around the empty spots on the huge bed. "Where are Leo and Leonard?"
"They had to attend some pack meetings this morning. Security updates on the assassination attempt and the wives’ situation. They’ll be back soon." His hand stroked lazily down my bare arm. "They didn’t want to wake you. You needed the rest."
I nodded, still a little hazy. My body was sticky with dried sweat and cum, and my pussy throbbed with a deep, used ache. "I need a bath... or a shower. I feel filthy."
Liam’s eyes darkened with heat. "Let’s bathe together."
He didn’t wait for me to answer. He scooped me up effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest as he carried me into the luxurious bathroom. The shower was massive—glass walls, multiple heads, and plenty of space for someone Liam’s size. He turned the water on hot, steam quickly filling the room, then stepped inside with me still in his arms.
The hot spray hit my skin like a blessing, soothing the soreness even as it made my nipples tighten. Liam set me down gently on my feet but kept me close, his big hands sliding over my wet body. We started slow—just kissing. His mouth moved tenderly against mine, his tongue sliding lazily, tasting me like he had all the time in the world. I melted into him, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest and shoulders while the water cascaded over us.
The kiss deepened gradually. His hands cupped my ass, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his cock thickening and rising between us. I moaned softly into his mouth, grinding against the thick length. Liam groaned, one hand sliding up to squeeze my breast, his thumb circling my nipple.
"God, Scar... you’re so fucking perfect," he whispered against my lips.
We made out like that for long minutes, hands roaming, water pounding down on us, until I was aching again—not just from last night, but from fresh need. His cock was fully hard now, hot and heavy against my stomach.
Liam pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged. "I know you’re sore, love. We should stop here."
I shook my head, turning slowly in his arms until my back was pressed to his front. I arched, pushing my ass back against him, offering myself. "I don’t want to stop. Fuck me, Liam."
He let out a low, filthy growl. "You’re going to be the death of me."
One big hand gripped my hip while the other guided his thick cock to my entrance. He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my fresh arousal mixed with the remnants of last night, before pushing in.
I gasped sharply as he stretched me open. Even after everything, he still felt huge. The hot water made everything slicker, and he sank in deep with one long, slow thrust until his hips met my ass. "Fuck... still so tight. This greedy little pussy is swallowing me."
He started slow, rolling his hips in deep, grinding strokes that made his cock drag against every sensitive inch inside me. One arm wrapped around my waist to hold me steady while his other hand reached around to rub my clit in firm circles. The shower spray beat down on my tits and shoulders as he fucked me, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles.
"Feel that, baby?" he rasped against my ear.
I moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He picked up speed, fucking me harder, the angle letting him hit deep. Then he changed it up—he bent me forward slightly, hands on my hips, and pounded into me with short, powerful strokes, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. The new rhythm made me cry out, pleasure cutting through the ache.
"Shit, Liam... yes, just like that."
He growled and pulled out suddenly, spinning me around to face him. He lifted one of my legs high, hooking it over his arm, and thrust back inside in one smooth motion. This position let him look into my eyes as he fucked me—deep, intimate, raw. Water streamed down his face as he kissed me hard, his tongue matching the rhythm of his cock.
"You’re mine, Scar. Every inch of you." His thrusts grew faster, more desperate, the wet sounds obscene. He reached between us and rubbed my clit again, determined to make me cum.
I shattered first, my pussy clamping down hard around his thick cock, moaning his name as my orgasm ripped through me. Liam groaned loudly, burying himself to the hilt and holding me tight as he came, flooding my already full pussy with fresh, hot spurts of cum.
We stayed locked together under the spray for a long moment, panting, kissing softly as the water washed over us. He finally pulled out carefully, a thick trickle of mixed cum running down my thigh.
Liam kissed my temple, holding me close. "I love you. Let’s get you properly cleaned up before the others get back."
I smiled against his chest, my body buzzing and satisfied.