Trapped In Elysium: A Virtual Reality Nightmare-Chapter 66: He’s driving me crazy (R-18)

Liam didn’t let the moment drag. He reached down, his hands sliding under Mariel’s arms, and pulled her up from her knees with a gentle tug. She stumbled a little, her legs wobbly from kneeling so long, but he steadied her, his grip firm on her hips. Before she could catch her breath, he kissed her again—deep and rough, his lips crashing into hers like he couldn’t wait.

Mariel melted into it, her hands fumbling to grab his shoulders, her mouth still slick from sucking him, and she could taste herself on his tongue, a mix of spit and heat that made her head spin.

"He’s not done with me," she thought, her heart racing as he pressed her closer, his hard cock brushing her thigh. Then he broke the kiss, his breath hot against her cheek, and guided her down, easing her onto the narrow bunk in the corner of the cabin.

The mattress was thin, creaking under her weight, and she sprawled out, her white dress still tangled on the floor, her bare skin prickling in the cool air.

Mariel lay back, her chest heaving, expecting him to climb on top of her, to feel that big cock she’d just had in her mouth pressing into her pussy.

"Here it comes," she thought, her legs parting a little, her body tense with nerves and want. But instead, Liam dropped lower, his hands sliding down her thighs, pushing them wider. She blinked, confused for a second, and then she felt it—his tongue, warm and wet, flicking over her pussy.

"Oh gods," she thought, a jolt shooting through her as he licked her, slow and deliberate, tasting her. She moaned hard, louder than she meant to, the sound ripping out of her as her hands flew to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it.

"This is...fuck," she thought, her hips bucking up toward his mouth, her whole body trembling from how good it felt.

Liam loved it too—her pussy was clean and soft, no hair to get in the way, and she tasted sweet, sharp, like something he couldn’t get enough of.

"She’s delicious," he thought, his tongue swirling over her clit, sucking it gently between his lips. Her smell hit him hard—fresh and warm, a little musky, mixing with the salt of the sea air coming through the cracked porthole.

"Hmm, she smells so good," he thought, burying his face deeper, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her still. He sucked harder, teasing her clit with quick flicks, then lapping at her entrance, drinking her in as she got wetter under his mouth.

Her moans were music, loud and wild, bouncing off the cabin walls, and he could feel her shaking, her fingers tugging his hair so tight it stung.

Mariel was losing it—her head thrashed back against the bunk, her eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through her in waves.

"You’re too good at this," she moaned, her voice breaking into gasps and cries as his tongue worked her over. She loved it so much, more than she’d expected, more than anything she’d felt before.

"Liam... oh gods, Liam," she moaned, her hips grinding up against his face, desperate for more. Her pussy throbbed under his mouth, slick and hot, and every suck on her clit sent shivers racing down her spine, pooling low in her belly.

I could die like this, she thought, her hands yanking his hair harder, pulling him closer as her moans turned into little screams. She didn’t care how loud she was, didn’t care if anyone on the ship heard—she just wanted him to keep going, to keep making her feel this insane, perfect rush.

Liam kept his mouth on her for a while, sucking and licking until Mariel was a trembling mess beneath him, her pussy dripping wet and her moans echoing loud in the cramped cabin. When he finally pulled back, his lips shiny with her juices, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and rose up, his breath heavy.

His cock stood hard and ready, jutting out as he shifted on the bunk, and Mariel’s eyes locked onto it the second he moved.

"Gods, look at that," she said, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath. She admired it—thick and long, glistening a little from her spit earlier, veins standing out against the skin.

"It’s so big," she said again, a mix of awe and nerves fluttering in her belly, but she wanted it now, wanted him inside her more than anything.

Liam didn’t waste time. He grabbed her hips, his hands rough but careful, and flipped her over, nudging her up onto her knees. "Like this," he muttered, his voice low and gruff, and Mariel scrambled to adjust, her hands pressing into the thin mattress as she got into position—doggy style, her plump ass sticking out toward him.

"Oh fuck, here we go," she thought, her heart pounding as she felt him shift behind her. He took his cock in one hand, rubbing the tip against her pussy from behind, slow and teasing, sliding it through her slick folds. She moaned soft at first, the sound catching in her throat, and then he started pushing in—bit by bit, small thrusts that stretched her open little by little.

"He’s... he’s in me," she thought, her moans growing louder, filling the room as he slid deeper. The stretch burned a little, but it felt so good, so full, and she couldn’t stop the noises spilling out of her.

Liam groaned low, feeling every inch of her pussy wrapping tight around his dick as he pushed in. "You’re so damn tight," he said to her, his hands gripping her hips harder to steady himself.

Her wetness made it easier, slicking him up, but she still squeezed him like a vice, her walls pulsing around him with every thrust. He started moving, slow at first, then picking up speed, his hips slapping against her plump ass with a wet, rhythmic smack.

"Fuck, she’s soaked," he thought, watching her ass jiggle every time he drove into her, the sound of skin on skin mixing with her moans. She was dripping, her juices coating his cock, running down her thighs, and he loved it—loved how messy she was getting, how wild she sounded.

He slid one hand up, rubbing her ass, his palm against her soft skin, feeling the way it bounced under his touch. Then he reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her head back just enough to make her gasp. His other hand found her breast, squeezing it hard, his fingers digging into the perky flesh, thumb brushing her pink nipple.

She’s perfect, he thought, thrusting deeper, his cock slamming into her as she moaned louder, her voice breaking into little cries. Mariel was loving every second of it—oh gods, yes, she thought, her body rocking with his rhythm, pleasure crashing through her like waves.

The pull on her hair, the grip on her tit, the way his dick filled her up—it was too much, too good, and she couldn’t get enough. "Liam... fuck, don’t stop," she panted, her ass slapping harder against his thighs, her pussy so wet it was dripping onto the bunk below. She was lost in it, every thrust pushing her closer to that edge she craved.

Liam didn’t let up—his hips kept moving, thrusting into Mariel with a steady, relentless rhythm that had the bunk creaking beneath them.

Each push drove his cock deeper, filling her tight pussy to the brim, and she could feel every inch of him, stretching her, rubbing her walls in a way that sent sparks shooting through her whole body.

"Gods, he’s... he’s too much," she thought, her moans turning into sharp, breathless cries that bounced off the cabin walls. Her plump ass slapped against his thighs, loud and wet, her juices dripping down her legs, soaking the sheets below. He gripped her harder—one hand still tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her neck arch, the other kneading her breast, pinching her pink nipple until she gasped.

"Fuck, I’m losing it," she thought, her mind blurring as pleasure piled on pleasure, overwhelming her senses.

He thrust faster now, his own breath getting ragged, and Mariel couldn’t keep up—her body was moving on its own, rocking back to meet him, desperate for more.

"He’s driving me crazy,"she thought, her eyes fluttering as the heat in her belly coiled tighter, ready to snap. Liam could feel it too—her pussy clenching around him, so tight it was almost too much, and he groaned low, his fingers digging into her hip.

"She’s close," he thought, watching her tremble, her ass bouncing with every slam. He didn’t slow down, didn’t give her a second to catch her breath—just kept pounding into her, his cock slick with her wetness, the wet slap of their bodies filling the air.