Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 65: He’s so big (R-18)

The ship rocked gently beneath them, the creak of wood and the distant lap of waves against the hull filling the air as Liam pressed Mariel against the door of the small cabin. His lips were on hers, hungry and warm, kissing her deep, his tongue teasing her mouth as she melted into him. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her back was flat against the rough door, the cool surface grounding her even as her head spun from the heat of his body so close.

Mariel’s hands clutched at his shoulders, her fingers digging into his shirt, and she kissed him back just as fierce, her breath hitching every time he pulled her closer.

"Gods, he’s good at this," she thought, her heart pounding so loud she swore he could hear it. Liam’s hands roamed her sides, restless, like he couldn’t decide where to touch first, and then one slid down, slipping under the hem of her white dress, his fingers brushing her thigh.

Mariel shivered at the contact, her skin prickling as his hand crept higher, slow and deliberate, until his fingers found her clit.

"Oh fuck," she thought, a sharp jolt shooting down her spine as he rubbed her there, gentle at first, then firmer, circling with a rhythm that made her knees weak. She moaned right into his mouth, the sound muffled but loud enough to make him grin against her lips.

"He’s gonna kill me," she thought, her hips twitching toward his hand, chasing the pleasure that was already building fast. Liam kept at it, rubbing her clit for what felt like forever, his fingers slick with her wetness, and she could barely stand it—her moans got louder, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.

"Liam..." she gasped, breaking the kiss for a second, her voice shaky, but he just kissed her again, harder, like he didn’t want her to stop.

After a while, he pulled back, his breath ragged, and grabbed the ties of her dress, his fingers fumbling a little in his hurry.

"Let me," he muttered, and Mariel nodded quick, her hands shaking as she helped him loosen the fabric. The dress slipped down, pooling at her feet, and Liam stepped back, his eyes raking over her.

"Holy shit," he thought, his dick twitching in his pants, already harder than he thought possible. Mariel stood there, bare in the dim light of the cabin, and she was... perfect. Her boobs were perky, not too big but definitely not small, just enough to fill his hands, with pink nipples that stood out against her pale skin. His gaze dropped lower, to her pussy—clean-shaven, not a single hair, glistening wet from what he’d been doing to her. She’s fucking gorgeous, he thought, his mouth dry, his cock straining so bad it hurt.

Mariel didn’t give him long to stare—she was on him quick, her hands tugging at his shirt, pulling it over his head with a clumsy yank that made him laugh.

"Easy," he said, but she was already at his pants, her fingers working the buttons, her breath coming fast like she couldn’t wait. When she finally got them down, his dick sprang free, and Mariel froze, her eyes going wide as she gasped.

"Oh my gods," she thought, her hand hovering like she wasn’t sure what to do. It was big—way bigger than she’d expected, thick and long, standing proud like it was daring her to try.

"How’s that gonna fit?" she thought, a flicker of fear mixing with the heat pooling in her belly. Her pussy was still throbbing from his fingers, but now she wasn’t so sure—could she really take something that massive? She swallowed hard, her gaze locked on it, torn between wanting him bad and worrying her body wouldn’t handle it.

Mariel stood there for a second, staring at Liam’s massive dick, her heart thumping hard in her chest. "It’s too big," she thought again, her fingers twitching like she wanted to touch it but wasn’t sure where to start.

The fear was still there, buzzing in the back of her mind, but the heat between her legs was louder, pushing her forward. Maybe I can ease into it, she decided, licking her lips quick, her mouth watering despite herself.

She dropped to her knees on the cabin floor, the wood cool against her skin, and leaned in close, her breath brushing over him. She started slow, just flicking her tongue over the tip of his dick, tasting the salt of his skin, and Liam jolted—a sharp, electric shiver running through him.

"Fuck, that’s good," he thought, his hands flexing at his sides as pleasure sparked up his spine.

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then went for it, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. "Oh gods, she thought," her jaw stretching wide as she tried to take him in. It barely fit—his dick was so big it pressed against the roof of her mouth, filling her up way more than she’d expected.

She pushed forward anyway, determined, her tongue flattening against him as she started to suck. Liam watched her, his eyes dark, and yeah, he was enjoying it—damn, she’s got guts, he thought, but he kept his cool, his face steady, not a moan slipping out. He wasn’t about to let her know how much it was getting to him, not yet. His hands stayed loose, resting on his thighs, even as his cock twitched in her mouth, hard and heavy against her tongue.

Mariel kept going, sucking harder now, her head bobbing a little as she found a rhythm.

Her saliva slicked him up, making it wet and messy, and she could feel it—drooling down the sides of her mouth, warm and sticky, some of it dripping off her chin and splattering onto the cabin floor.

"I’m making a mess," she thought, a flush creeping up her cheeks, but she didn’t stop. She liked it—the naughtiness of it, the way her lips stretched around him, the sloppy sounds filling the small space. Her hands braced on his thighs, fingers digging in just a bit, and she sucked deeper, her tongue swirling awkward but eager.

"He’s so big," she thought again, her jaw starting to ache, but the thrill of it kept her going, her pussy tingling as she imagined what’d come next.

"She’s so naughty," Liam thought, watching her work him over, her spit shining on his cock, dripping down like she didn’t care. The sight of her—kneeling there, her white dress crumpled on the floor, her mouth stuffed with him—sent a hot rush through him, but he bit it back, keeping his breath even.

"She’s trying hard," he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. Her saliva pooled on the wood below, little wet spots spreading out, and he could hear every slurp, every soft gag as she pushed herself further. He liked it—hell, he loved it—but he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of hearing him lose it. Not yet. His hands itched to grab her hair, guide her, but he held off, letting her do her thing, watching her get dirtier by the second.

Mariel kept at it for a while, her mouth working Liam’s cock with a messy kind of focus, her tongue sliding over him as her spit dribbled down her chin.

The cabin was quiet except for the wet sounds she was making, the soft creak of the ship swaying beneath them, and her own muffled breaths. Her jaw was sore now, aching from stretching so wide, and her knees were starting to feel the bite of the rough wooden floor.

Her lips tingling as she sucked, but the thrill was fading into a tired buzz. She could feel her energy slipping, her movements slowing, and after a few more clumsy bobs of her head, she pulled back, letting his dick slip free with a soft, wet pop.

A string of saliva stretched between her mouth and the tip for a second before snapping, and she wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. That’s enough for now, she thought, glancing up at him, her face flushed and shiny with sweat. Liam just looked down at her, still cool as ever, his cock glistening from her spit, and she couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved she’d stopped.