Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 88: Cheering Her Mom Up 3

Diana’s hand trembled slightly as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of Liam’s cock. It was warm, hard, the skin soft over the rigid length.

She could feel it pulse slightly in her grip, responding to her touch.

She glanced up at him, her eyes meeting his for just a moment, and then she leaned forward.

Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth slowly, her tongue sliding along the underside as she moved. The taste of him was salty, slightly musky, and strangely intoxicating.

Liam’s breath hitched, his hand moving to rest gently on the back of her head, not pushing, just there.

Diana took her time, her head bobbing slowly as she worked him with her mouth.

Her tongue moved deliberately, tracing along the sensitive spots, swirling around the head, teasing.

She was experienced, that much was clear.

Every movement was calculated, practiced, the kind of skill that came from years of knowing exactly what to do.

She took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she pushed him further, taking more of him in until he was hitting the back of her throat.

She held him there for a moment, her eyes watering slightly, then pulled back, taking a breath before going down again.

Liam’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair, his breathing growing heavier. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his head falling back slightly.

Diana continued, her rhythm steady, her mouth working him with a precision that came from experience.

She deep-throated him again, taking him all the way down, her nose almost pressing against his pelvis. Her throat constricted around him, and she held him there for a long moment before pulling back again.

She pulled off completely, gasping softly for air, her hand still stroking him slowly. Her jaw ached slightly, the muscles protesting the strain.

"God," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "How does Elsa even handle this thing?"

A wide grin crossed Liam’s face after hearing what she just said.

The words slipped out before she could stop them, and her face flushed immediately, realizing what she’d just said. But there was no time to dwell on it.

She leaned forward again, taking him back into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him as she resumed her pace.

Liam groaned softly, his hips shifting slightly, his body responding to every movement of her tongue, every pull of her lips.

His hand stayed in her hair, his fingers threading through the white strands, gripping gently.

Diana worked him steadily, her mouth moving up and down his length, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She was focused, determined, her hand stroking the base where her mouth couldn’t reach.

Liam’s breathing grew heavier, his muscles tensing.

He could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling low in his stomach, his body tightening with the approach of release.

Diana noticed the change, felt the way his cock pulsed in her mouth, the way his grip on her hair tightened just slightly. She knew he was close.

But before she could finish him, Liam’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling her back gently.

"Stop," he said, his voice rough and strained.

’I’m not finishing like this.’

Diana pulled off, her lips swollen and wet, her breathing heavy.

She looked up at him, confused, her hand still wrapped around him.

Liam’s eyes were dark, intense, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He looked down at her, then gestured toward the couch.

"Get on your back," he said quietly, his voice firm but not harsh. "I want you comfortable."

Diana hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. She shifted, moving to lie back on the couch, her head resting against the armrest.

Her nightgown had ridden up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.

Her legs were slightly parted, showing her wet part, her body still trembling from the orgasm he’d given her.

Liam moved between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs, spreading them wider.

Diana’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her, and paused for just a moment.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

Diana nodded, her hands gripping the couch cushions, her body tense with anticipation.

Liam pushed forward slowly, entering her inch by inch.

Diana’s mouth fell open, a silent gasp escaping as he filled her, stretching her. He was big, thicker than she’d expected, and the sensation was overwhelming.

’God, it’s been so long. So long since I’ve felt this.’

He pushed deeper, and Diana’s hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly. Her legs trembled, her body adjusting to the intrusion, the stretch, the fullness.

"Oh god," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Liam..."

He didn’t stop until he was fully inside her, buried to the hilt. He paused there, letting her adjust, his hands resting on her hips.

Diana’s breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her completely, reaching places that hadn’t been touched in years.

Then he started to move.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then pushed back in, his pace deliberate and controlled. Diana’s body arched, her head falling back against the armrest, her mouth open in a silent moan.

Liam’s hands slid up her body, pushing the nightgown higher, exposing her breasts.

They were full, soft, the nipples hard and peaked. He cupped one in his hand, squeezing gently, his thumb brushing over the nipple.

Diana’s breath hitched, her body responding immediately. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the movement hypnotic, drawing his attention.

He increased his pace slightly, his hips driving forward with more force. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, obscene and undeniable.

Diana’s hand flew to her mouth again, her teeth biting down on her palm to keep from crying out. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, her body alight with sensation.

Liam’s cock drove deep inside her, hitting that spot that made her entire body jerk.

She could feel the wetness between her legs, the slickness making each thrust smooth and easy. The sound of it was loud in the quiet room, the wet slap of skin against skin.

*Ta~ta~ta~ta~ta~ta~ta~ta~ta*

"God, you’re so wet," Liam muttered, his voice strained.

Diana couldn’t respond.

She was too far gone, her mind hazy with pleasure, her body trembling with every thrust.

Her breasts shook with the force of his movements, her nipples hard and sensitive, every brush of his hand sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Liam’s hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her.

His cock stretched her, filled her, reached so deep she could feel him in her stomach.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, building, intensifying.

Diana’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body arching to meet his thrusts.

Her hand pressed harder against her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her face from the effort of staying silent.

’I can’t... I can’t hold it... oh god, I can’t...’

Liam’s pace quickened, his breathing heavy, his movements becoming more urgent. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, squeezing, kneading, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.

Diana’s body tightened, the pressure building inside her again, faster this time, more intense. She was close, so close, her entire body trembling on the edge.

"Liam," she whispered desperately against her palm, her voice muffled. "I’m... I’m going to..."

"Do it," Liam said, his voice rough. "Come for me."

Diana’s body obeyed before her mind could catch up.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, crashing over her with brutal intensity.

Her back arched off the couch, her thighs clamping around Liam’s waist, her hand pressing so hard against her mouth she tasted blood.

She came hard, her body convulsing, her inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, consuming every thought, every sensation.

Liam’s thrusts became harder, faster, his body chasing his release. Diana’s breasts bounced violently with each movement, her body still sensitive, still trembling from her orgasm.

Her inner walls were slick, drenched, the wetness coating him completely with every stroke.

He could feel how soaked she was, the evidence of her release making every movement smooth and effortless.

The wet sounds filled the quiet room, obscene and undeniable, the slap of their bodies meeting mixed with the slickness between her thighs.

And then he felt it. That familiar tightening, that pressure building at the base of his spine, coiling tighter and tighter.

"Diana," he said, his voice strained, breathless. "I’m close. Where do you want me to..."

Diana’s eyes flew open, panic flashing across her face even through the haze of pleasure. Her hand came up from her mouth for just a moment.

"No," she whispered urgently, shaking her head. "Not inside. I’ll... I might get pregnant. I’m not on anything. Please, not inside."

Liam nodded quickly, his jaw tight, his movements becoming more erratic as he held on by a thread.

He pulled out suddenly, his cock slick and glistening with her wetness, and his hand wrapped around himself immediately, stroking fast.

Diana’s hands moved instinctively, pulling her nightgown up higher, exposing her breasts completely. .

They were full and soft, the nipples still hard from his earlier attention, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Liam’s breathing was ragged, his hand moving in quick, desperate strokes. He positioned himself over her, his eyes locked on her breasts, and then he came.

The first rope of cum shot across her chest, landing hot and thick across her left breast.

The second followed immediately, painting a line across her right breast and collarbone.

He kept stroking, his body shaking, more of his release spilling across her skin, coating her breasts, dripping down the curves.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice rough and guttural.

Diana lay there, her chest heaving, her breasts covered in his cum, warm and sticky against her skin.

She stared up at the ceiling, her mind still hazy, her body still trembling from the intensity of everything that had just happened.

Liam’s hand finally stilled, his breathing heavy, his body spent. He looked down at her, at the mess he’d made on her chest, and something primal stirred in him at the sight.

Diana’s hand came up slowly, trembling, and she touched her chest, her fingers brushing through the wetness.

She looked at her hand, then at him, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "What did we just do?"

Liam stepped back, his breathing still heavy, his legs slightly unsteady.

He looked down at her, at her flushed face, her swollen lips, her body marked by what they’d done.

A notification appeared in Liam’s vision, glowing faintly in the dim light.

[New Skill Unlocked]

He stared at it for a moment, then grinned before dismissing it with a mental swipe. He’d look at it later.

Right now, he just needed to catch his breath.

Diana finally stirred, sitting up slowly, carefully.

Her nightgown was bunched around her waist, her chest still covered in his release.

She looked down at herself, then at him, and a shaky, disbelieving laugh escaped her lips.

"I can’t believe we just..." She trailed off, shaking her head.

Liam didn’t answer. He just stood there, looking at her, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.

What they’d just done was cross a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

And neither of them seemed to care.