Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 45: Red Room 2 [+R18]

The velvet walls of the Lotus Room seemed to pulse in time with Liam’s heart.

The silence wasn’t empty; it was heavy with the gravity of a hundred unspoken rules and the sheer enormity of who was sitting in front of him.

Elena Ashford.

A woman who could buy and sell his entire future without checking her bank balance.

Elena Ashford didn’t just move.

She executed a maneuver.

It was a deployment of peak genetic assets, a strategic reallocation of her presence from the edge of the bed to the center of his world.

The white faux-fur rugs didn’t just cushion her; they yielded, sinking beneath her knees as she advanced with a predatory slow-motion grace. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Her breasts, massive, pale, and seemingly unbound by gravity—swayed with a heavy, rhythmic momentum.

They were globes of soft, ivory power that seemed to distort the very air around them, creating a private orbit that Liam was being sucked into.

Liam’s breath hitched.

The oxygen here felt filtered, expensive, and entirely insufficient for a man whose heart was currently attempting to punch its way through his ribs.

She reached out.

Her fingers were cool, slim, and possessed a terrifying kind of poise. When they wrapped around his shaft, the contact was a thunderclap in a quiet room.

Liam’s head hit the pillow, as her mouth descended.

The sensation was a violent collision of competing temperatures. The wet, sliding heat of her throat met the cool, structured pressure of her tongue, creating a friction that felt like it was stripping the nerves right off his skin.

"Mmmph..."

The vibration of her throat as she took him deep sent a jagged spark of electricity straight to the base of his spine.

’Shit!... She driving me crazy’

He gripped the emerald sheets, his knuckles turning a ghostly white. Every muscle in his body was locked in a desperate struggle between the urge to thrust and the fear of breaking the spell.

*gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck*

She was good. Too good.

It was a clinical execution of pleasure, a masterclass in oral management.

She used her tongue like a sculptor, tracing the veins and the crown with a precision that suggested she had studied the anatomy of desire as a prerequisite for her inheritance.

Suddenly, she pulled back.

The red-filtered light caught the glistening moisture on her lips, making them look like dark, wet rubies.

Her eyes studied him.

They didn’t hold affection or warmth, they held the cold, calculating gaze of a CEO reviewing a stagnant quarterly report.

She was looking for a return on her investment, and so far, Liam was just a passive asset.

She wasn’t satisfied.

"You’re just taking it, Liam," she whispered, her voice a low-frequency hum that made his bones ache. "That’s a waste of my resources. I didn’t bring you here for a one-way transaction."

She shifted her weight, the movement causing her breasts to jiggle and settle with a soft, meaty sound that echoed in the quiet tent.

"When I first saw you and we began talking, I thought you were different from everyone else. Earlier, you almost proved you weren’t from the move you performed on me, but perhaps I’m wrong." She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with challenge. "Or are you just as boring as the rest of the boys downstairs?"

"I... I’m not boring," Liam managed to choke out, his voice a gravelly wreck of its former self.

"Prove it," she hissed against his skin.

She went back down, but this time the pace was different. It was aggressive. It was an assault.

She used her hands to pull him deeper, her throat opening up in a way that defied physics.

The suction was a vacuum, a desperate, grabbing heat that made Liam’s vision start to fray at the edges.

He reached out, his hands hovering over her hair before he finally plunged them in, his fingers tangling in the thick, expensive chestnut waves.

He pulled her closer, his hips beginning to move in a primal, uncoordinated rhythm.

Elena let out a muffled sound—a mix of a groan and a laugh, against his flesh. She liked the fight. She liked the friction.

She began to bob her head faster, the movement violent and messy.

Her massive breasts were a blur of pale motion, slapping against his thighs and stomach with every downward stroke.

The sound of it—the wet, frantic shlop sound coming out of her mouth combined with the heavy thud of her chest against him, was a symphony of high-stakes debauchery.

Liam felt the pressure building.

His heart wasn’t just pounding; it was echoing in his ears like a war drum.

She suddenly pulled her head back, releasing his shaft from her mouth with a sharp pop.

A small, wide grin spread across her lips as she shifted position.

A pivot. A complete tactical repositioning.

She planted her hands and rotated on a single knee, a fluid, sweeping turn that felt more like a maneuver than a movement.

In one breath, she had surrendered her frontal view to offer something far more devastating.

She settled her weight back, arching her spine until the curve of her lower back looked like a bow under tension, her vertebrae tracing a delicate line down to the flare of her hips.

She presented her ass to him, a vast, pale landscape of soft flesh that seemed to command the room.

From this angle, she was an architectural marvel of shadow and curve, the twin globes framed by the spill of her hair as she looked back over her shoulder to ensure he was watching her kingodom.

’It’s so... pink. And perfect. I didn’t think they actually looked like this outside of porn sites’

"I’m going to give you a fighting chance," she teased, her voice pulling Liam back to reality.

She moved her thick, hair to the side, exposing the pale column of her neck and the dip of her shoulder.

She reached back between her legs, her hand finding him again.

She guided him toward her face, her head tilted back, her eyes meeting his upside down.

Then, she opened her mouth.

A dark, wet abyss of invitation.

Liam’s mind raced. The adrenaline was a perpetual chaos in his veins.

’Okay,’ he thought.

Liam buried his face deeper into Elena’s heat, his tongue flattening out to sweep across her from bottom to top. He found the hard, sensitive nub of her clit and pinned it with his tongue, circling it with heavy, wet pressure.

Elena’s hips snapped upward.

"Ah! Fuck, Liam—" The words broke into a ragged moan as she gripped his hair, pulling him closer against her.

She wasn’t used to this. The loss of control. The sudden introduction of an unpredictable variable.

Liam didn’t slow down. He increased the speed, his tongue flicking in short, sharp strokes that mimicked the frantic pace of his heartbeat. He reached up, his large hands wrapping around her thick thighs and pulling them wide, exposing her completely.

Every time he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, Elena’s entire body went rigid, her toes curling into the fur rug beneath them.

"Oh god—Liam—just like that!!"

Above him, Elena was relentless.

She leaned back, her throat opening wide to take him deeper.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, the suction so strong it felt like a vacuum.

Liam groaned, his hands shaking against her skin as he tried to maintain his focus.

The smell of sex, expensive gin, and sandalwood rose in a thick cloud.

Liam’s tongue worked with a desperate, rhythmic intensity, mirroring the way she was sucking the very life out of him.

The friction was becoming intense. Elena began to thrash, her heavy breasts swinging and hitting her chest with a soft thud-thud sound. She was over-stimulated, her breath coming in fast, wet gasps.

"Right there... don’t you dare stop," she hissed, her voice dropping into a guttural growl.

Liam pushed her legs back toward her shoulders, opening her up even more.

He used his chin to grind against her, adding a dull, heavy pressure that complemented the sharp staccato of his tongue.

Elena’s walls began to pulse around his cock—tight, rhythmic squeezes that signaled she was on the edge.

"Liam—now! I’m... aaahhh!"

Her back arched into a bow.

A loud, wet squelch echoed as she finally broke, her juices flowing over his chin and lips.

She clamped down on him, her throat tight and pulsing. Liam couldn’t hold back any longer.

He bucked his hips forward, a low, primal sound tearing from his throat as he came deep in her mouth, his body vibrating with the intensity of the release.

Elena didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her hands shifting from his lap to brace herself. As the intensity hit, her eyes went wide, her focus entirely on the moment.

*Gulp.*

The sound of her swallowing was loud in the quiet room.

Liam’s body shuddered with every pulse, his hips twitching as he emptied himself into her.

She used her tongue to massage the underside of his shaft, milking every last drop from him.

She took it all. Her throat worked rhythmically, sliding up and down his length to ensure nothing was wasted.

Even as his pace slowed and the intense friction began to fade into a sensitive ache, Elena kept her mouth clamped tight around him, drawing out the final, lingering pulses of his release.

Finally, she let him slide out. A small, stray thread of saliva and spent heat connected them for a second before she closed her lips. She swallowed one last time, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth as she tasted him.

Her chest heaved, her large breasts finally coming to rest as she turn to look at him with dark, hooded eyes.

"Every drop," she whispered, her voice a low, satisfied rasp.

"Round two?" Elena murmured, every ounce of propriety dissolved in the heat coursing through her.