Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 142: Why Is Your Mom Here? 4

She pushed herself up slightly on her elbows, her hair falling forward.

She looked up at him once, her face still flushed, her lips slightly swollen and slick.

Then she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

Her tongue moved slowly at first, circling the head, tasting herself on him.

The tip of her tongue dragged across the underside, tracing the ridge deliberately before her lips wrapped around him fully.

Her eyes stayed on his face the entire time, watching his reaction with quiet attention.

Liam’s hand moved to her hair, his fingers threading through the silver-white strands. Not pulling. Just resting there, feeling the softness of it between his fingers.

She took him deeper, her lips sliding down his length inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she pulled back. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, deliberate and unhurried.

After a moment, she pulled back slightly, catching her breath. "Let me get up so I can—"

’Nah.’

Liam’s hand tightened in her hair.

He pushed forward, filling her mouth completely before she could finish the sentence.

Diana’s eyes went wide. Her hands shot up instinctively, gripping his thighs, but she didn’t push him away. Her mouth was too full to speak, to protest, to do anything but take it.

’Fuck, this feels amazing.’

He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again. Deeper this time. Her throat contracted around him and she made a sound, muffled and choked.

"Mmph—"

He did it again. Slow but deliberate. Watching her face.

The way her eyes watered slightly at the corners. The way her fingers dug into his thighs, her nails pressing crescent shapes into his skin.

The way her whole body tensed and then relaxed, adjusting to him, opening up to the rhythm he was setting.

She breathed through her nose, sharp inhales whenever he pulled back enough to give her space. Her jaw was stretched wide, her lips wrapped tight around him, the skin at the corners of her mouth pulled taut.

Liam’s other hand joined the first, both buried in her hair now, the silver-white strands wrapped around his fists. Guiding her. Not forcing. Just controlling the pace completely.

In. Out. In. Out.

Her throat worked around him each time, tight and warm and overwhelming.

’Her throat feels unreal.’

Saliva was gathering at the corners of her mouth now, a thin line trailing down her chin, but she didn’t stop.

Didn’t pull away. Her eyes were locked on his face, glassy and watering, but present.

"Mmh... guh..."

The sounds weren’t controlled anymore. Just raw, unguarded reactions to the fullness, to the rhythm he was setting, to the way he held her head exactly where he wanted it.

Her eyes were glassy now, tears forming at the corners, catching the morning light coming through the windows.

He felt it building. That tight coil low in his stomach, the pressure mounting with every stroke.

"Diana," he said quietly.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his even as her mouth stayed completely full.

He came.

Hard and sudden, burying himself as deep as her throat would allow. She made a choked sound, her whole body going rigid, her nails pressing into his thighs hard enough to leave marks that would still be there tomorrow.

"Mmph—"

He held her there, his hands tight in her hair, feeling the way her throat worked around him as she swallowed. Once. Twice.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing completely stopped for a long moment, her body perfectly still.

When he finally pulled back, she gasped, her mouth opening wide, saliva connecting her lips to him in thin strings that broke as she pulled away.

She coughed once, her hand going to her throat, her breathing ragged and uneven.

Liam let go of her hair and sat back slightly, giving her room.

Diana wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still catching her breath.

Her face was flushed deep red, her eyes watery, her lips swollen and slick. Her silver hair was thoroughly disheveled, falling in loose strands across her face and shoulders.

After a moment, she looked at him. Then down. Then back up at his face.

"Now you’ve finished," she said, her voice rough and hoarse.

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Who decided that?"

She blinked. "What?"

He gestured downward with his chin.

Diana followed his gaze. Her eyes went wide.

He was still hard.

Completely. Fully. Like nothing had just happened. Like she hadn’t just taken everything he had to give and swallowed it down.

"How are you still..." She trailed off, staring openly. Her eyes moved up and down once and then stayed fixed.

’Sexual resilience,’ Liam thought. ’Thanks, system.’

"You wanted me," he said simply.

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Swallowed. "I mean... yeah, but..." Her voice had gone higher, uncertain in a way he hadn’t heard from her before. "You just came. Like... just now."

"Does it matter?"

She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head slightly. ’Young people are really something.’

She was still staring, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her full breasts moving with the rhythm of it.

He noticed she hadn’t answered. "You didn’t answer the question."

"What?"

"Does it matter?"

She stared at him for another long moment. Then something shifted in her expression. The uncertain edge faded, replaced by something else entirely. Something that had been sitting behind her eyes since the elevator.

"No," she said, her voice steadier now. "It doesn’t."

She moved before he could respond, climbing onto the bed properly, her knees sinking into the white linen on either side of his hips. Her breasts swayed forward with the movement, full and heavy, the pale skin flushed pink from everything that had already happened in this room.

But Liam caught her waist before she could settle.

"Not like that," he said.

"Then how?"

He turned her carefully, his hands firm on her hips, rotating her so her back faced him. "Like this."

Diana glanced back over her shoulder, understanding crossing her face. "Oh."

He guided her down slowly, his hands steady on her hips, watching the line of her spine as she lowered herself. Her back was to him now, her silver hair falling in loose waves down between her shoulder blades, her hands reaching behind her to brace on his thighs for balance. From this angle her waist pulled in dramatically before flaring back out into her hips, the curve of her ass settling against him as she sank down fully.

She took him completely and her head dropped forward immediately.

"Oh... god..."

Liam’s head dropped back. "Hah—" Just once. Then he straightened.

From this angle he could see everything. The curve of her back arching slightly. The way her shoulders tensed and rolled. The way her ass pressed flush against his hips with each movement, the soft weight of it spreading against him. The way her breasts hung heavy beneath her, swaying with every motion, the movement slow and pendulous as she started to roll her hips.

She lifted herself slightly, just enough, and dropped back down. Finding the rhythm. Testing the angle. The position put him deep — deeper than before — and she felt every inch of it.

"Mmh..."

He gripped her hips tighter and picked up the pace. Faster. Harder.

Each thrust driving up into her, making her whole body jolt forward before his hands pulled her back down to meet him.

Her breasts swung with the impact, forward and back, the motion continuous and heavy.

Her back arched further, her body instinctively adjusting, tilting her hips to take him at the angle that made her breath catch sharpest.

"Yes... oh god yes..."

She wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore. The sounds came freely, each one pulled out of her with every movement, every thrust finding that spot inside her that made her thighs tremble against his.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sound of skin filled the room, steady and relentless.

The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard finding the wall in a rhythm that matched his hips perfectly. Her breasts moved with every impact, swaying heavily, the pale skin flushed and warm.

Liam’s hand left her hip and moved to her hair, gathering the silver-white mass of it in his fist and pulling her head back gently. Not hard.

Just enough to change the line of her spine, to tilt her hips back slightly and change the angle of everything.

"Ah!"

Sharper that time. Her whole body reacted instantly, her thighs trembling visibly, her breathing dissolving into short desperate gasps that came faster and faster.

"Don’t stop... please don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

His other hand slid around to her front, his palm flat against her stomach for just a moment before his fingers found her clit and pressed down. Slow circles, unhurried, a sharp contrast to the relentless pace his hips were keeping.

Her stomach tensed under his palm with every thrust, her body caught between the two points of pressure with nowhere to go.

"Oh... oh god... I’m... I’m..."

She didn’t finish the sentence. Her whole body went rigid, her back arching sharply away from him, a raw choked sound tearing out of her throat that she made no attempt to contain.

"Ah... oh... oh god..."

She clenched around him, tight and pulsing, rhythmic contractions gripping him as she shook. He felt it through his entire body — the way she held him, the way she lost herself completely, the way her hands fisted in the sheets and her whole frame trembled.

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out and turned her over.

Diana gasped as her back hit the mattress, her eyes flying open wide, her chest heaving.

Her breasts settled with the impact, full and flushed, rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

Before she could speak he grabbed her legs and pushed them back, her knees pressed toward her chest, her thighs spread wide and held there.

He positioned himself and thrust in.

"Oh fuck—"

The angle was completely different. Deeper. Sharper.

He could see everything from here — the way her face flushed darker, the way her mouth fell open and stayed open, the way her eyes rolled back slightly before coming back to his face.

Her breasts pressed together slightly from the position, the weight of them shifting, the skin across her chest going pink from the heat building between them.

He drove into her hard, his hips slamming against the backs of her thighs with each thrust, the sound sharp and loud in the quiet room.

Ta~Ta~Ta~Ta

Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in deep, her whole body rocking back with the force of each movement, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, the motion continuous and impossible to look away from.

"Liam... Liam... oh god..."

He could feel it building again. That tight pressure.

That coil pulling tighter with every thrust. Her body gripping him, hot and tight, her walls clenching around him like she was trying to hold him there.

"I’m close," he said, his voice rough and low.

"Yes... please... oh god yes..."

A few more thrusts. Hard. Deep. Each one deliberate, driving as far as her body would take him, her thighs pressed back against her chest giving him every inch of access.

Then he pulled out.

Diana’s eyes flew open, confusion and frustration crossing her face in the same instant. "What—"

He came across her stomach, thick and heavy, landing across her pale skin in long streaks. .

He watched it happen, his breathing hard, his hand wrapped around himself until the last of it was done.

When he finished he looked down at her.

Diana lay there, her legs still spread, her chest still heaving, her stomach marked with him.

Her hair was completely undone, silver-white strands spread across the white pillow beneath her.

Her face was flushed deep red. Her lips were parted and swollen. Her eyes were glassy and soft and completely unfocused. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

She looked thoroughly ruined.

"You..." She trailed off, her voice barely there. "You pulled out."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

He smiled. "Didn’t want to make a thing."

She stared at him for a moment. Then she laughed. A real one, breathless and genuine, her head falling back against the pillow. "You’re impossible."

"You’re the one who showed up in black net panties."

"Fair point."

She lay there for a long moment, not moving, her chest slowly settling.

Then she looked down at herself and wrinkled her nose slightly. "Now I really do need to clean up."

"Alright," Liam said.

Diana sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the movement. She looked at him once more, something quiet crossing her expression.

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

"For this." She gestured vaguely at the room, at herself, at him. "I needed it."

Liam nodded. "Anytime."

She smiled. Then she stood, her legs slightly unsteady beneath her, and walked toward the bathroom.

Liam watched her go. Then he lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his hand going briefly to his ribs.

They ached. But it had been worth it.