“You ready?” he snarled, nudging her sopping entrance with the fat head of his cock, smearing her juices across the tip until it gleamed. Sunny nodded, frantic, her breath hitching as he thrust in — hard, deep, and merciless — his massive cock splitting her open, impaling her hungry pussy in one brutal stroke. She yelped, a high, sharp sound, as he filled her completely, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her ass.
“You feel like heaven,” he moaned, his stubble scraping her cheek as he began to move — pulling out agonizingly slow, letting her feel every thick inch drag against her walls, then slamming back in with a force that jolted her up the bed. Her pussy gripped him, slick and ravenous, sucking him deeper as she rocked her hips to match his rhythm, the wet, sloppy squelch of their joining filling the room like a lewd symphony.
“Harder,” she gasped, her voice a ragged demand, and he snarledin response, seizing her hips with both hands and pounding into her with unrestrained fury. His cock plowed through her, dragging against her walls with punishing force, the bedframe shuddering and creaking as he fucked her into oblivion. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to burst capillaries, leaving a dark, possessive mark as his stubble chafed her skin raw.
He shifted suddenly, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, and Sunny shuddered as his cock rammed into her g-spot, the angle ruthless and unrelenting. Her pussy gushed around him, a hot, sticky flood soaking the sheets, and she clawed at his back, nails slicing into his sweat-slicked skin, drawing thin beads of blood. “Liam… oh, fuck… right there…” she choked out, her voice hoarse and breaking as he hammered into her, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it with fast, brutal circles that made her vision blur.
Her second orgasm detonated, a violent, earth-shattering explosion that clamped her pussy around his cock like a vice. She came almost screaming, squirting hard enough to drench his thighs and the mattress beneath, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped her apart.
“Sunny…” he groaned, his thrusts faltering as her pulsing walls milked him dry. With a final, shuddering plunge, he buried himself balls-deep, his cock jerking violently as he erupted — hot, thick spurts of cum flooding the condom as he roared her name, his body trembling above her.
They collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap, his softening cock still lodged inside her, their ragged breaths mingling in the humid air. Sunny’s chest heaved, her body buzzing with electric aftershocks, and Liam pressed a loving kiss to her forehead, his stubble prickling her damp, flushed skin.
“Worth it?” he panted, a crooked, exhausted grin tugging at his lips.
Sunny laughed, a weak, breathless sound, her trembling fingers tracing the sweat-drenched ridges of his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath. “Every goddamn second.”
“Good,” he shot back, the intensity back in his eyes. “Because we’ve only just started…”
Sunny
After their exhausting last night together, the flight home was a special kind of torture.
Sleep-deprived after an “ending” that had stretched until dawn, Sunny felt physically and emotionally raw. Their passionate farewell was now cast in a different light under the harsh reality of public exposure.
Outwardly, Sunny maintained her composure — helping the girls with their activity books, distributing snacks, mediating the inevitable sisterly squabbles. But inwardly, she was in turmoil.
Liam sat across the aisle, his attention focused on his phone whenever the flight attendants weren’t enforcing the airplane mode policy. His face grew more grave with each notification. The muscle in his jaw twitched visibly as he typed out responses. He remained cordial when addressing her, warm with his daughters, but the easy intimacy they’d shared had evaporated like morning mist.
Just yesterday, they’d been walking barefoot along the beach at sunset, his arm around her waist, her head tilted against his shoulder as they’d laughed about Hailey’s attempt to befriend a seagull. Now, they were careful not to let their fingers brush when passing snacks across the aisle, hyper aware of curious glances from fellow passengers.
Maddie, typically chatty and exuberant, had grown uncharacteristicallyquiet over the past hour, her colored pencil moving listlessly across her activity book. Sunny noticed her glancing between her father’s tense profile and her own forced smile.
“Is everything okay, Sunny?” she asked suddenly, her voice small but direct. “You and Daddy seem weird today.”
Sunny felt a pang at the child’s observation. Of course she would notice — Maddie missed nothing.
“We’re just tired, sweetie,” she replied, giving the girl’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Maddie studied her face with Kate’s penetrating blue eyes. “Is it because of those people who were taking pictures of you and Daddy at the beach? I saw them hiding. They were being sneaky.”
Sunny’s breath caught. Maddie had seen the photographers? The thought that the girls might have witnessed that invasion of privacy made her stomach clench with fresh anxiety.
From across the aisle, Liam’s head snapped up, his gaze sharp as he caught Maddie’s words. Their eyes met over the child’s head, a silent communication passing between them.
“When did you see that, pumpkin?” Liam asked gently, reaching across to tuck a strand of hair behind Maddie’s ear. “Why didn’t you tell Daddy?”
Maddie shrugged. “You were smiling and laughing. I didn’t want to make you stop being happy.”
The simple observation landed like a punch to Sunny’s chest. These girls had seen their father genuinely happy and hadn’t wanted to interfere. She caught Liam’s gaze again, saw the same realization dawning in his eyes.
During their layover in Atlanta, Sunny had made the mistake of passing a newsstand. Her step had faltered when she spotted a familiar image — her own face alongside Liam’s — on the cover of a glossy tabloid. “GRIEF, LUST & BETRAYAL: Hockey Star’sSecret Caribbean Romance.” The sight had made her physically ill, and she’d hurried the girls away before they could notice.
Now, halfway through the second leg of their journey, Sunny noticed a middle-aged couple a few rows ahead stealing glances, whispering behind their hands. The woman’s eyes darted between Liam and Sunny with naked curiosity. When their gazes met, the woman didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed at being caught staring. Instead, she elbowed her husband and whispered something else, both of them turning to openly gawk.
This was just the beginning, Sunny realized. The stares, the whispers, the judgment — it would follow them home like an unwelcome shadow. What had been one gossip site’s story yesterday was everywhere today. By tomorrow, who knew how much worse it would get?
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