Chapter 122: You Feel So... Good!***
The hotel suite transformed into something unrecognizable the moment Mrs. Harriet ended that call. Liam barely had time to process what was happening before she was on him, straddling his hips with a force that made the mattress creak. Her hands found his shoulders, nails digging into flesh as she pushed him flat against the sheets.
“You wanted this,” she growled, her voice completely different from the composed lawyer he’d known. “Now you’re going to get it.”
Liam’s hands instinctively went to her hips, but she grabbed his wrists and slammed them above his head. The movement was so sudden, so violent, that his head snapped back against the pillows. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear.
“Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to.”
His cock was already rock hard, straining against his boxers, but when he tried to free his hands, she pressed down harder. The pressure on his wrists was painful, cutting off circulation, but the way she ground her soaked panties against his shaft made the discomfort worth it.
Mrs. Harriet reached between them, yanking his boxers down with one hand while the other kept his wrists pinned. His cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, and she didn’t hesitate. She pulled her panties aside, positioned herself, and sank down on him in one brutal motion.
Liam gasped as her tight heat engulfed him. She was dripping wet, but the sudden penetration still stretched her walls. She didn’t give him time to adjust. She started riding him immediately, her hips slamming down with enough force to make his balls ache. Each thrust drove him deeper, her pussy clenching around his shaft like a vice.
“Fuck,” he breathed, trying to thrust up to meet her. She responded by slapping him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room.
“I said don’t move.”
The sting on his cheek was sharp, but it only made his cock throb harder inside her. She was using him like a toy, bouncing on his dick with a rhythm that was almost violent. Her small breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and dark against her pale skin.
Liam’s hands were still pinned above his head, but he managed to free one wrist. He reached for her ass, grabbing the firm flesh with both hands, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. Mrs. Harriet moaned at the contact, her pace becoming even more aggressive. She leaned forward, her hands wrapping around his throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult.
“You like that, don’t you?” she hissed, her hips never slowing. “You like being used.”
Liam couldn’t answer. Her grip on his neck was too tight, but the lack of oxygen only heightened every sensation. Her pussy was gripping him like a fist, each downward thrust sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body. He could feel her clit grinding against his pubic bone with every movement, and the wet sounds of their fucking filled the room.
She released his throat only to grab his hair, yanking his head back so she could bite at his neck. Her teeth sank into his skin hard enough to draw blood, and Liam cried out at the mixture of pain and pleasure. She licked at the wound, then bit down again, marking him as hers.
“Richard’s still listening,” she whispered against his ear, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. “He’s hearing every moan, every slap, every time you beg for more.”
Liam’s eyes widened, it was almost like she was using him in place of her husband. He hadn’t realized the call was still connected. The thought that her husband was listening to this brutal fucking should have killed his erection, but instead it made him harder. Mrs. Harriet seemed to sense the change, her pussy clenching around him even tighter.
“That’s right,” she continued, her hips rolling in a figure-eight motion that had him seeing stars. “He gets to hear what a real man sounds like when he’s getting fucked properly.”
She released his hair and grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with lust and something darker. She slapped him again, this time on the other cheek, the impact making his ears ring.
“Tell him how good my pussy feels,” she demanded.
“It feels incredible,” Liam gasped, his voice hoarse from her earlier grip on his throat. “So fucking tight and wet.”
Mrs. Harriet rewarded him by leaning down and sucking his nipple into her mouth, biting down hard enough to make him arch off the bed. The pain shot straight to his cock, making it twitch inside her. She did the same to the other nipple, leaving red marks on his chest.
Her rhythm became even more punishing. She was using her entire body weight to slam down on him, her ass cheeks rippling with each impact. Liam’s hands were still on her ass, but now she was controlling their movement too, forcing him to squeeze harder, to dig his fingers into her flesh until she moaned.
“Harder,” she ordered. “Leave bruises.”
Liam complied, gripping her ass so tightly he was sure he’d leave marks. Mrs. Harriet threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she rode him with abandon. Her pussy was making obscene wet sounds, her juices running down his balls and soaking the sheets beneath them.
She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight circles while she continued to fuck him. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and Liam could feel her walls starting to flutter around his cock.
“I’m going to come,” she announced, her voice strained. “And you’re going to stay hard until I tell you to finish.”
Liam nodded frantically, his own orgasm building at the base of his spine. The combination of her tight pussy, the pain from her bites and slaps, and the knowledge that Richard was listening was pushing him to the edge faster than he’d ever experienced.
Mrs. Harriet’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her entire body went rigid, her pussy clamping down on his cock with enough force to make him gasp. She stopped moving entirely, just sat there with him buried deep inside her, her walls pulsing and contracting around his shaft. Her juices flooded out around his cock, soaking his thighs and the bed beneath them.
She stayed like that for a long moment, catching her breath, her hands still wrapped around his throat. When she finally opened her eyes, they were clearer, more focused, but no less intense.
“Now,” she said, her voice steady despite the orgasm that had just ripped through her. “You’re going to come inside me. And you’re going to do it while Richard listens.”
She started moving again, but this time her pace was slower, more deliberate. She rolled her hips in a way that had his cock hitting spots inside her that made her gasp. Her hands moved from his throat to his chest, her nails raking down his skin hard enough to draw blood.
“Come for me,” she commanded. “Fill me up.”
Liam’s orgasm crashed over him like a wave. His cock pulsed inside her, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Mrs. Harriet moaned as she felt him filling her, her walls milking him for every drop. She kept moving, drawing out his pleasure until he was shaking beneath her.
When he finally stopped coming, she collapsed on top of him, her body covering his completely. They lay there panting, his cock still buried inside her, both of them covered in sweat and marks from their rough fucking.
Mrs. Harriet reached for the phone, which had been lying forgotten on the bed beside them. She picked it up, checked the screen, and smiled.
“He’s still there,” she said, her voice satisfied. “Richard heard everything.”
Liam stared at her, his mind reeling from what had just happened. The woman who had been so controlled, so careful about boundaries, had just used him like a fuck toy while her husband listened. And the worst part was, he wanted more.
“What happens now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs. Harriet smiled, and it was the same predatory expression she’d worn when she first straddled him. “Now we see if Richard wants to join the conversation.”
She pressed the phone to her ear, her pussy still clenching around Liam’s softening cock. “Richard? Are you still there?”
A muffled voice came through the speaker, too quiet for Liam to make out. Mrs. Harriet listened for a moment, then nodded.
“Good,” she said. “Then you understand. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”
She ended the call and tossed the phone aside, turning her attention back to Liam. Her hands found his chest again, tracing the marks she’d left with her nails.
“You did well,” she said, her voice softer now but no less commanding. “But we’re not done yet. Richard might be off the phone, but I still have plans for you.”
Liam’s cock twitched inside her at her words, already starting to harden again. Mrs. Harriet felt it and smiled, her hips rolling slightly to encourage his renewed interest.
“That’s what I like to see,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss him roughly. “A man who knows how to keep up.”
She bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, then licked it away. Her hands were already moving to his wrists again, pinning him down as she prepared for round two.
“This time,” she whispered against his lips, “we’re going to see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.”
Liam groaned, his body already responding to her dominance. The night was far from over, and Mrs. Harriet was clearly just getting started. Whatever game she was playing with Richard, whatever her motivations, Liam was along for the ride.
And what a ride it was turning out to be.