Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 141: Why Is Your Mom Here? 3

She sat down.

All at once, taking him fully, her thighs settling on either side of his hips. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out for a moment. Just her breathing, sharp and uneven as her body adjusted to the fullness.

Then she exhaled slowly.

"Hh... oh..."

Quiet. Almost a whisper. Her eyes closed, her head tilting back slightly as she felt every inch of him inside her.

Liam’s hands moved to her hips, steadying her, his fingers pressing into the soft curve of her waist.

Diana stayed still for a moment. Eyes closed. Head tilted slightly back. The silver-white hair falling past her shoulders, catching the morning light from the window.

Then she started moving.

Slow at first. Rolling her hips forward, then back, finding the rhythm. Her hands braced on his chest, palms flat against his skin, using him for balance.

’God. He’s so deep. He’s hitting everything.’

She lifted herself slightly and dropped back down. The sensation shot through her immediately, sharp and overwhelming.

"Mmh... ah..."

Not loud. Just breathy. Her lips parting, her brow furrowing slightly.

She did it again. Lifted. Dropped. Her breathing coming faster now, her thighs doing most of the work, the muscles flexing with each movement.

Liam watched her. The way her breasts moved with each motion, full and heavy, swaying slightly with the rhythm. The way her stomach tensed when she lifted herself. The way her hips rolled forward when she came back down.

She wasn’t looking at him.

Her eyes were closed, her focus somewhere internal, her expression completely absorbed in the feeling.

Her pace picked up. Faster now.

Her hips rising and falling in steady, deliberate motions, the bed creaking softly beneath them with each movement.

*Ta~Ta~Ta*

The sound of skin meeting skin, rhythmic and constant. Her thighs hitting his hips. Her breathing turning into short, controlled exhales that were getting harder to control.

"Nh... mmh... oh..."

Each sound came with the motion. Little gasps and exhales that she wasn’t quite managing to hold in. Her nails pressed into his chest, not scratching but close, using him for leverage.

She leaned forward slightly, changing the angle, and the shift made her whole body jolt.

"Ah!"

Sharper that time. Her eyes squeezed tighter, her mouth falling open.

Liam’s hands stayed on her hips but he wasn’t guiding her. She was doing this entirely on her own. Taking what she wanted. Setting the pace. Using his body to chase what she needed.

Her breasts bounced with every drop, the movement hypnotic, impossible not to watch. Her nipples were hard, flushed darker now, her whole chest rising and falling rapidly.

Ta~Ta. Ta~Ta.

Faster. Harder. The bed frame starting to knock softly against the wall, a faint rhythmic thud that matched her pace.

"Mmh... yes... oh god..."

The sounds were getting less controlled now. Breathier. More desperate.

Her hips were slamming down harder, taking him deeper each time, her whole body committing to the motion.

Liam felt it.

The way she was grinding down on him. The way her body was using him. It felt good. Really good.

But his ribs were starting to protest, a dull ache building on his left side with each impact.

’She’s not even thinking about me right now.’

Tap. Ta~Ta. Ta~Ta.

Her rhythm was relentless. Her thighs were strong, her hips rolling and dropping with single-minded focus. Her head had fallen back now, her throat exposed, her mouth open as the sounds kept coming.

"Hh... hh... oh... mmh..."

Each one punctuated by the motion. Each one a little louder than the last.

She was close. He could tell from the way her thighs were trembling, the way her breathing had gone ragged, the way her movements were getting less controlled, more desperate.

Her nails dug into his chest now, definitely pressing hard enough to leave marks. She was chasing it. Using him. Riding him like he was just a tool to get herself there.

’She’s using me.’ Liam thought to himself as he watched as she grabbed both his hands and placed them on her chest. ’She’s just using me like a fucking toy’

And then his ribs reminded him they existed.

A sharp pull on his left side, sudden and bright, cutting through everything else. He winced, his jaw tightening, his hand going instinctively back to his side.

Diana didn’t notice. Or if she did, she didn’t stop.

She was too far gone, chasing her release, her hips moving faster, harder, grinding down on him with complete focus.

"Oh... oh god... yes..."

’Alright. Enough of this.’

Liam sat up abruptly, his hands tightening on her hips, and flipped her.

Diana gasped as her back hit the mattress, her hair spilling across the white sheets. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her chest heaving.

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, holding them there firmly. Then he leaned down, his face close to hers.

"You’re being a bad girl," he said quietly.

Her breath caught. "What?"

"You heard me."

She stared at him for a moment, then her expression shifted. Something between embarrassment and arousal. "I’m sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I just really wanted you." Her voice was breathless. "I couldn’t help it."

Liam looked at her. At the flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. At the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. At the way her thighs were still trembling slightly.

"Stay there," he said.

He let go of her wrists and stood, walking over to the chair where he’d left his jacket. He pulled the belt free from his discarded trousers, the leather sliding through his fingers, the buckle clinking softly.

Diana watched him from the bed, her eyes following his movements.

He came back and climbed onto the bed behind her. "Turn over," he said. "On your stomach."

She hesitated for just a second. Then she rolled over, her face pressing into the pillow, her arms moving naturally above her head.

Liam took her wrists gently and brought them behind her back. He wrapped the belt around them, looping it through and pulling it snug. Not tight enough to hurt. Just tight enough that she couldn’t move them.

He tested the hold. Secure.

Diana turned her head slightly, her cheek still pressed against the pillow, looking back at him. "Liam."

"Yeah?"

"Don’t be gentle."

He smiled. "I wasn’t planning on it."

He positioned himself behind her, his hands moving to her hips, pulling them up slightly so her ass was raised, her face still down against the mattress.

He lined himself up and pushed in.

Diana’s whole body tensed, a sharp intake of breath muffled by the pillow.

He didn’t go slow. He went deep, all the way, until his hips pressed flush against her. Then he pulled back and did it again.

Thud. Thud. Thud. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The sound of his hips meeting her ass, solid and rhythmic. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard starting to knock against the wall in time with his movements.

"Ah... ah... mmh..."

Diana’s voice came out in short, breathless sounds, her face turned to the side now, her mouth open, her eyes closed. Her hands flexed behind her back, fingers curling, but she couldn’t move them.

Liam’s hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back into him with each thrust, the force of it making her whole body shift forward slightly before he pulled her back again.

Her breasts pressed into the mattress, moving with the motion, her nipples dragging against the sheets with every thrust.

"God... Liam... oh..."

She wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore. The sounds were coming freely now, each one pulled out of her with every movement.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Faster now. Harder. His grip on her hips firm, his breathing controlled, his focus entirely on the way her body responded to every movement.

She was tight. Hot. Perfect. Her back arched slightly, her body instinctively pushing back to meet him even though her hands were bound.

"I’m close... oh god I’m close..."

He reached forward with one hand and fisted it in her hair, pulling her head back slightly. Not hard. Just enough to make her gasp.

"Then come," he said.

She did.

Her whole body went rigid, her back arching sharply, a choked sound escaping her.

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

She stayed like that for a long moment, trembling, her thighs shaking, her breathing coming in sharp, uneven bursts.

Liam slowed but didn’t stop, letting her ride it out, his hands loosening slightly on her hips.

When she finally went limp, collapsing forward onto the mattress, he pulled out and reached for the belt. He loosened it carefully and slipped it free, setting it aside.

Diana lay there on her stomach, her arms falling to her sides, her chest heaving, her hair a mess across the pillow.

Liam sat on the edge of the bed, catching his own breath, his hand going briefly to his ribs. They ached, but it was manageable.

After a moment, he looked down at her. "I’m not finished; first, you have to clean up."

Diana turned her head slightly, one eye opening to look at him. "Already?"

A slow smile crossed his face. "You’re not hearing what I’m actually saying."

He shifted, moving to kneel beside her, his cock right in front of her face where she lay on the bed.

Diana blinked, processing. Then understanding dawned in her expression.

"Oh," she said quietly.

"Yeah."

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.

Then she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.