Taming My Sugar Mommy
Chapter 92: Not getting off easy

Chapter 92: Not getting off easy

Liam rolled off her, settling onto his back on the conference table. His cock, still hard and throbbing, jutted proudly from his hips. Isabella straddled him, positioning herself above his shaft.

She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Then, ever so slowly, she began to sink down onto him.

"Ohhh..." Isabella’s breath hitched as she felt him stretching her, filling her completely. She took her time, savoring the sensation of him sliding inside her, inch by delicious inch.

When she was fully seated, she paused, relishing the feeling of being so intimately connected to him. Liam’s hands settled on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

Isabella began to move, rising up until just the tip of him remained inside her, then sinking back down. She set a languid pace, undulating her hips in a slow, sinuous rhythm. The conference table creaked beneath them, the only sound besides their ragged breathing.

Liam watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, entranced by the sight of her above him. Her hair fell around her face in a tousled halo, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. She looked like a goddess, riding him with such grace and confidence.

But Liam couldn’t simply lie there and let her set the pace. Not when his body was crying out for more. He thrust up to meet her, driving himself even deeper. Isabella gasped at the sudden change in tempo, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes," she panted, her nails digging into his chest. "Fuck me, Liam."

That was all the encouragement he needed. Liam gripped her hips tightly and began to pound up into her, setting a fierce rhythm that had the conference table shaking. Isabella matched him thrust for thrust, slamming herself down onto his cock with abandon.

Their movements grew more frantic, more urgent, as they raced towards their second release. The sounds of their coupling filled the room - flesh slapping against flesh, the wet, obscene noises of his cock plunging into her sopping pussy, their moans and cries of ecstasy.

Liam felt his orgasm building again, his balls tightening as pressure coiled at the base of his spine. He knew Isabella was close too, could feel her walls fluttering around him. "Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

With a keening cry, Isabella obeyed. Her pussy clenched around him like a fist, milking his cock as her orgasm crashed over her. The sensation pushed Liam over the edge as well, and with a hoarse shout he spilled himself inside her once more.

They clung to each other as the waves of pleasure washed over them, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. When it was finally over, they collapsed together on the conference table, limbs entwined, chests heaving.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Liam suddenly sat up, taking Isabella with him. He swung his legs over the side of the table, settling her on his lap so she was straddling him once more.

Isabella looked at him in surprise, but Liam just grinned wickedly at her. "You’re not getting off that easy," he said, his hands gripping her ass cheeks and squeezing. "I’m not nearly done with you yet."

To punctuate his words, he rocked his hips, grinding his still-hard cock against her sensitive clit. Isabella gasped, feeling herself responding to his touch already. "Oh?" she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

In answer, Liam stood abruptly, lifting her with him. He carried her over to the window, pressing her back against the cool glass. Isabella shivered at the contrast between the cold pane and Liam’s hot skin against hers.

Liam kissed her then, hot and deep and full of promise. As he did, he reached down and grasped her thigh, lifting her leg up and around his hip. The new angle allowed him to slide into her easily, and they both groaned at the sensation.

Liam began to move, thrusting up into her with long, powerful strokes. The window rattled with each impact of his hips against hers, and Isabella knew that anyone walking by on the street below would have quite a show if they looked up.

But she couldn’t bring herself to care. All that mattered was the feel of Liam inside her, stretching her, filling her so completely. She wrapped her other leg around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back and drawing him in deeper.

They fucked like that against the window, Liam’s hands gripping her ass to hold her up as he pistoned into her. Isabella held on for dear life, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back against the glass.

Liam changed positions again, carrying her over to the conference table and laying her down on it. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he drove into her from this new angle.

Isabella cried out at the increased depth, the sensation almost too much to bear. Liam set a punishing pace, pounding into her with wild abandon. The table shook and creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their moans and grunts of pleasure.

Just when Isabella thought she couldn’t take anymore, Liam pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled her hips up, so she was presenting herself to him like a bitch in heat. Then he slammed back into her, making her scream.

Isabella fisted her hands in the tablecloth, pushing back against him as he hammered into her from behind. She could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her slick channel, could feel the power of his thrusts shaking her entire body.

Liam reached around to play with her clit as he fucked her, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. The added stimulation had Isabella seeing stars, her impending orgasm building with each thrust and flick of his fingers.

"Oh god, Liam," she panted, her voice muffled against the table. "I’m going to come again. Don’t stop!"

Liam groaned, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release. "Come for me, baby," he growled, slamming into her one final time. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you up."

Isabella did just that, her pussy clamping down on him like a vise as she came hard. Liam followed right behind her, burying himself to the hilt and painting her insides with his seed.

They collapsed together on the conference table, both completely spent. Liam gathered Isabella into his arms, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-dampened skin.

"That was...good," Isabella panted, nuzzling into his chest. "I’ve never...I mean...wow."

Liam chuckled breathlessly. "I aim to please," he said with a cheeky grin. "And I have to say, Ms. Ashworth has me beat when it comes to taking care of her clients."

Isabella laughed at that, swatting him playfully on the arm. "I’ll be sure to pass along your glowing review," she teased.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. But eventually, reality began to intrude.

Liam sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "As much as I’d love to stay here and do that again...and again...we should probably get cleaned up and head home."

Isabella nodded reluctantly, stretching like a contented cat as she sat up. "You’re right. We’ll definitely have to continue this later though."

Liam winked at her as he stood up, pulling his trousers back on. "Count on it," he said with a heated look that promised all sorts of wicked delights.

Together, they tidied themselves up as best they could - straightening their clothes, running fingers through tangled hair. There was no way to fully disguise what they had been doing, but at least they looked marginally presentable.

With one last passionate kiss goodbye, they left the conference room separately - Liam heading back to his house, and Isabella pick phone to call marcus. As she settled in behind her computer screen, she couldn’t help but smile to herself.