Taming My Sugar Mommy
Chapter 91: let me ride you (r18)

Chapter 91: let me ride you (r18)

Isabella, her pulse quickening from their shared resolve and the intimacy of their conversation, leaned in closer to Liam. Their faces were mere inches apart, the tension between them palpable. Slowly, deliberately, she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his.

"Ahh...hnn..." The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative exploration that quickly deepened as Liam responded with equal fervor. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and she could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of her blouse. Isabella’s own hands slid up his chest, grasping the lapels of his suit jacket as the kiss became more urgent.

"Mmh...ahh..." Liam’s hands moved lower, caressing the curve of her ass, and Isabella gasped softly against his mouth. Emboldened by her response, he lifted her onto the conference table, their bodies now aligned. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her.

Their kisses grew more heated, more desperate, as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Liam’s fingers found the buttons of her blouse, deftly undoing them to reveal the lace of her bra beneath. Isabella arched her back, offering herself to his touch, and he obliged, his hands caressing her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the delicate fabric.

"Ohh...mmh..." Isabella reached for his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle in her haste, but Liam caught her wrist, stopping her. "Not yet," he murmured against her lips. "I want to taste you first."

He trailed kisses down her neck, pausing at the sensitive spot where her pulse fluttered beneath her skin, before continuing lower. His lips brushed over her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, before he dropped to his knees before her.

Isabella watched, her breath coming in short pants, as Liam pushed her skirt up her thighs, revealing the lace of her panties. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she nodded, giving him permission.

Liam hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and off, leaving her exposed to his gaze. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh, and Isabella shuddered in anticipation.

"Ohhh..." The first touch of his tongue was electric, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Liam took his time, savoring her, his tongue delving into her folds, circling her clit with teasing strokes. Isabella’s hands found his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she held him against her.

As Liam continued his sensual assault, he slowly slid a finger inside her, then another, stroking her inner walls in time with the movements of his tongue. Isabella was lost to the sensations, her hips rocking against his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.

"Ahhh...mmm...ohhh..." Their moans and gasps filled the conference room, the city skyline glittering beyond the windows, as Liam brought Isabella closer and closer to the edge. Her orgasm built slowly, a tightening coil of tension that finally snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her. She cried out his name as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

Isabella slid off the conference table, her legs still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Liam stood to meet her, his eyes searching her face for any hint of regret. Instead, he found only desire and determination, mirroring his own feelings.

She reached for him again, her hands trailing down his chest, past the waistband of his trousers, to cup his straining erection through the fabric. Liam groaned at her touch, his hips thrusting forward instinctively.

Isabella smiled, a seductive curve of her lips, as she began to unfasten his belt, then the button and zipper of his trousers. She pushed them down his hips, along with his boxer briefs, freeing his cock to jut proudly against his stomach.

She took a moment to admire him, her hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him. Then, she began to stroke him slowly, her hand gliding up and down his length, her thumb spreading the bead of moisture at the tip.

"Mmm...ahh..." Liam watched her, entranced by the sight of her touching him so intimately. Isabella leaned forward, her hair falling around her face like a curtain, and placed a soft kiss on the head of his cock.

Liam shuddered at the sensation, his hands finding her hair, tangling in the silky strands. Isabella took that as encouragement, parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

She moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of him on her tongue, the weight of him against her palate. She used her hand in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base of his shaft as she took him deeper.

"Ohhh...mmm..." Liam’s breathing grew ragged, his hips rocking in time with her movements. Isabella could feel him swelling in her mouth, could taste the saltiness of his arousal. She knew he was close, could feel it in the tension of his muscles and the quickening of his breath.

She wanted to take him all the way, to feel him lose control as she had done earlier. But Liam had other ideas. With a groan that sounded almost pained, he pulled back, his cock slipping from between her lips.

Isabella looked up at him questioningly, but before she could speak, Liam had swept her into his arms, laying her down on the conference table once more. He settled between her thighs, his cock nudging against her pussy.

Liam didn’t hesitate, plunging into her slick heat with a single, powerful thrust. Isabella cried out in pleasure, her back arching off the table. "Ahhh, yes!"

He began to move, setting a steady rhythm as he drove into her again and again. The conference table shook with the force of his thrusts, the erotic symphony of their moans and skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"Ohh, Liam! Yes, just like that!" Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her so completely.

Liam leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to pound into her. Their tongues danced, their teeth clashed, in a fierce battle for dominance. It was raw, passionate, and utterly consuming.

Isabella felt the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. She knew she was close, could feel her orgasm approaching like a runaway train. "Don’t stop," she panted against his lips. "I’m almost there!"

Liam redoubled his efforts, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, could sense her desperation. "Come for me, Isabella," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms."

With a final, deep thrust, Isabella’s orgasm crashed over her. "Ahhhh, Liam! Yes!" Her body convulsed beneath him, her inner muscles clenching around his cock like a vice.

Liam followed her over the edge, his own release tearing through him with the force of a tsunami. He spilled himself deep inside her, his hips jerking with each pulse of his cock.

As the aftershocks faded, Liam collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Isabella ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, tracing the lines of his face with a tender touch.

Finally, when she had recovered enough to speak, Isabella whispered, "Lay down, let me ride you."