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Claire was still trembling against his chest.

Her breathing came in short, uneven pulls. The aftershocks of her orgasm left her thighs weak and her body soft.

Liam’s fingers were still slightly wet from her, resting now on her hip. The thick, heavy length of him pressed hard against her through his trousers, impossible to ignore.

For a moment she stayed there, face hidden in his neck, as if she could pretend the last few minutes hadn’t happened. Her fingers flexed once against his shirt. Then she tried to shift away.

Liam’s hand settled firmly on her waist and held her in place.

Claire froze.

He didn’t speak. He simply guided her hips back down until she was fully seated against the hard ridge of him again. The contact made her breath hitch. She was still sensitive, still soaked, and the pressure dragged a small, reluctant sound from her throat.

”Liam”

He kissed her before she could finish the protest. The kiss was deeper this time, more certain, cutting off whatever careful reason she had been about to give.

His hand slid up her back, steadying her, while the other moved between them. Claire felt him free himself. The heavy heat of his cock sprang free and slapped lightly against her inner thigh.

She looked down. Even in the dim dashboard light the size of him was unmistakable. Thick. Long. Fully hard. The system ability had left him at a full fourteen inches, heavy and flushed. Claire’s eyes widened.

A visible conflict passed across her face want, fear, the lingering knowledge that she shouldn’t be doing this.

Her hand came down and pressed against his chest, not quite pushing.

Liam watched her carefully. Then he reached between them, hooked two fingers in the soaked crotch of her panties, and pulled the fabric aside. The broad head of his cock pressed directly against her entrance. Claire’s entire body tensed.

”Wait”

He pushed in. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Claire’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the thick head forced her open. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

Liam didn’t rush. He fed himself into her inch by slow inch, letting her feel every bit of the invasion. Halfway in she was already shaking, a broken sound finally escaping her throat.

”Too much,” she whispered, voice cracking. ”It’s too.....”

”You can take it.” His voice was low, controlled. ”Breathe.”

He kept going until he was fully seated, all fourteen inches buried inside her. Claire made a raw, helpless noise and collapsed forward against him, completely full.

The pressure was intense deep enough that she could feel him in places no one had ever reached. Her walls fluttered around the thick length, struggling to adjust.

Liam stayed still, giving her time. One hand stroked slowly up and down her back. The other held her hip firmly in place so she couldn’t pull off him.

Claire’s breathing was ragged. She tried once to lift her hips and ease the depth. Liam’s grip tightened, keeping her exactly where she was.

”Stay,” he said quietly.

A soft, frustrated sound left her. She was still trying to hold on to the last of her resistance, but her body had already surrendered.

The heat of him inside her, the way he filled her so completely, made every careful thought scatter. When he finally began to move, the slow drag of his cock pulling out and pushing back in dragged a moan from her that she couldn’t swallow.

The pace stayed controlled at first.

Liam fucked her in deep, measured strokes, letting her feel the full length on every thrust. Claire’s forehead stayed pressed to his shoulder.

Soft, broken sounds left her with each movement. Her body learned quickly despite her inexperience hips starting to meet his, inner walls clenching and releasing as the pleasure built again.

”That’s it,” he murmured against her hair. ”Just like that.”

Her resistance kept flickering. Every so often she would tense, as if remembering she should stop this, and her hands would press weakly against his chest.

Each time Liam answered by thrusting deeper, grinding against the spot that made her see white, until the protest melted into another moan.

The slow pace didn’t last.

Adrenaline and need finally overrode control. Liam’s hands tightened on her hips. The next thrust landed harder. Claire cried out half shock, half pure pleasure.

He did it again. Then again. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the car. What had started as careful guidance turned raw and relentless.

Claire clung to him, taking every deep stroke. The size of him left no room for anything else. Each thrust forced her open, stretched her around the thick length, pushed so deep she could only tremble and take it.

Her earlier attempts to pull away were gone. Now her body moved with him, chasing the friction even as soft, overwhelmed sounds spilled from her mouth.

”Liam wait it’s so deep.”

He fucked her through the words, one hand sliding up into her hair to pull her head back so he could watch her face. Claire’s eyes were glassy, lips parted, completely lost in the sensation. Whatever composed elegance she had walked into the party with had been fucked out of her.

He kept the hard, steady rhythm until she shattered again, coming with a broken cry, walls clamping down so tightly around the fourteen inches that Liam had to grit his teeth. He didn’t stop.

He drove into her through the orgasm, forcing it higher, dragging it out until she was shaking and oversensitive.

Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and finish, thick pulses flooding her so deep she could only cling to him and take every drop.

For a long time the car was quiet except for their breathing.

Claire stayed collapsed against his chest, completely spent, the torn dress still bunched around her waist. Liam’s hands stroked slowly along her back.

He remained buried inside her, the occasional aftershock making her walls flutter around him. Eventually Claire let out a weak, uneven breath against his neck.

She didn’t try to pull away this time.