Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 135: Three Steps 3 [+R18]

"Beg for it," he said again.

Tasha’s breath came out shaky. Her eyes were wide, desperate, locked on his.

"Please," she said quietly.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

He pushed in.

Slow. Steady. The head of his cock sliding past her entrance, stretching her, filling her inch by inch.

Tasha’s mouth fell open. Her back arched off the bed, her spine curving away from the mattress.

"Oh— oh fuck—"

He kept going.

Slow and deliberate.

Watching her face the whole time, the way her eyes squeezed shut, the way her lips stayed parted, the way her breathing stopped completely for a moment before coming back in short gasps.

When he was fully inside, buried to the base, he stopped.

She was so tight. So warm. Her pussy gripping him like it didn’t want to let go, pulsing around him in small involuntary contractions.

’It doesn’t hurt anymore,’ she thought to herself, almost surprised. Her eyes opened, finding his.

He looked down at her. "What?"

"Nothing." Her eyes met his fully now. "It’s... it’s good. Really good."

’I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. But it’s true. It feels so good.’

He braced his weight carefully on his good side, keeping pressure off his ribs, his right arm taking most of the load.

Tasha’s hands found his shoulders, gripping tight, her fingers pressing into the muscle there.

"Liam," she breathed. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He pulled back slowly. Almost all the way out, just the head of his cock still inside her. Then he pushed back in, smooth and deep.

Her whole body jerked, her hips lifting slightly off the bed to meet him.

"Ah—"

He set a rhythm. Slow at first. Steady. His hips rolling forward and back, each stroke deep and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in.

Tasha’s breathing turned ragged immediately.

Her hands slid from his shoulders to his back, her nails pressing into his skin, not quite scratching but close.

"Oh god— oh god—"

He could feel everything. The wet heat of her.

The way she clenched around him with every thrust, her body responding to him without her permission.

The slickness coating his cock, making each stroke easier than the last, the wet sounds audible between them.

She was so soft inside. Warm and tight and perfect.

He picked up the pace slightly, his hips moving faster now, the rhythm building.

Ta~Ta~Ta

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the small apartment. Skin against skin. Wet and rhythmic. The bed frame creaking quietly beneath them with each movement.

Tasha’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples still hard and flushed dark pink from his mouth earlier.

Her stomach tensed and released, her whole body moving with the force of his hips driving into her.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

It felt too good. The way she gripped him. The heat. The wetness. The way her body responded to every movement he made.

’If I wasn’t injured, I’d flip her over right now. Fuck her face down. Make her take it harder. Make her scream.’

’He’s holding back.’ Tasha’s nails dug into his skin harder now. ’I can feel it. He’s not going as hard as he wants to.’

But his ribs were already protesting. A dull ache spreading across his left side with every movement, every thrust sending a sharp reminder through him that he wasn’t fully healed.

He adjusted his position slightly, shifting more weight to his right arm, redistributing the pressure.

"Liam— don’t stop—"

"I’m not stopping."

He kept the rhythm. His cock sliding in and out of her, each thrust hitting deep, pulling sounds out of her she wasn’t trying to make anymore.

"Ah— ah— ah—"

Her hips started moving with him. Meeting his thrusts. Rolling forward every time he pushed in, chasing the feeling, making it deeper, taking him as far as he could go.

Ta~ta~ta

Faster now. Harder.

Her thighs were trembling on either side of him, the muscles shaking with the effort of meeting his rhythm. Her hands had moved to the sheets, gripping them in tight fists, the fabric bunching between her fingers.

"Oh fuck— Liam— I’m—"

"Not yet."

He slowed down deliberately, his hips rolling at half the speed, drawing out each stroke.

Tasha made a sound of protest, her hips lifting desperately, trying to keep the pace, trying to chase what he’d just taken away.

"Liam—"

"Not yet," he said again.

He pulled out completely.

She whimpered, her body going tense, her thighs trying to close around him to keep him there, to pull him back.

"Turn on your side," he said, his voice low and steady.

She blinked, her eyes unfocused, her pupils blown wide. "What?"

"Turn on your side. Face the wall."

She did. Slowly. Her movements uncoordinated, her body still shaking from being pulled back from the edge. She rolled onto her left side, facing away from him, her damp hair spilling across the pillow.

When she was settled, he moved behind her.

Spooning.

He pressed his chest against her back, his body warm and solid behind her. His left arm slid under her neck, giving her something to rest her head on. His other hand settled on her hip, his palm warm against her skin.

Then he lifted her top leg.

Hooked it back over his thigh, opening her up completely, giving himself access.

"Oh," she breathed, her body going still for a moment as she realized the position.

He positioned himself at her entrance again. Then he pushed in.

Slow. Steady. All the way.

The angle was different. Deeper somehow. He was hitting places inside her that made her entire body react.

Tasha cried out, her hand flying back to grip his arm, her nails digging in immediately.

"Fuck— that’s—"

’Oh god. This is— I can feel him everywhere like this. How is this even better?’

He started moving.

Slower this time. Long deep strokes. His hips rolling forward, his cock sliding all the way in, then pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in with deliberate force.

Ta....ta....ta....

This position was easier on his ribs. Less strain. He could move without bending forward, without putting weight on his injured side. Just rolling his hips, using his legs for leverage.

And it felt incredible.

Tasha was so tight like this. Her pussy gripping him on every stroke, her body pressed back against his, her ass pressing into his hips with every thrust, soft and full against him.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god that’s so deep."

"I know."

His hand moved from her hip to her breast. Cupped it fully, his palm warm against her skin. Squeezed gently.

She moaned, her back arching, pressing herself more firmly into his palm, her nipple hard against his hand.

He kept the rhythm. Steady and deep. His cock sliding in and out of her, the wet sounds even louder now in the quiet apartment, echoing softly.

Her breathing had turned into short desperate gasps, each one punched out of her with every thrust. Her hand was still gripping his arm, her nails digging in hard enough to leave marks.

"Liam— I can’t— it’s too much—"

"You can take it."

Ta~ta~ta~ta~ta

He picked up the pace. Just slightly. Enough to make her whole body jerk with each thrust, enough to make her gasp turn into something closer to a cry.

"Ah— ah— Liam—"

He could feel his own release building. That tight coil low in his stomach. The way his cock throbbed inside her, the pressure mounting with every stroke, the heat spreading through him.

’Fuck. She feels too good. Too tight. Too perfect.’

His ribs were burning now. A constant ache that he was ignoring but couldn’t fully push away. Each thrust sent a sharp reminder through his left side.

He slowed down again. Just slightly. Enough to give himself a moment.

"Turn over," he said, his voice rough now. "Get on top."

Tasha’s breathing hitched. "What?"

"On top. Now."

He pulled out slowly and rolled onto his back carefully, his hand going to his side instinctively, pressing against the bandaging there.

Tasha turned to look at him. Her face was flushed deep red, her hair a complete mess, strands sticking to her forehead and neck. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice breathy.

"I’m fine. Get on top."

She hesitated for just a second, her eyes moving to where his hand pressed against his ribs.

Then she moved.

She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees first, the movement slow and deliberate.

Then she crawled over to him, her body moving on all fours, her breasts swaying beneath her with each movement.

She climbed over him carefully. Straddled his hips. Her thighs settling on either side of him, her knees pressing into the mattress. Her hands braced on his chest, her palms flat against his skin.

She looked down at him, uncertain. Her chest was heaving, her breasts moving with each breath.

"I don’t—"

"Just sit on it," he said, his hands moving to her hips, gripping firmly.

She reached down between them. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her fingers warm and slick. She positioned him at her entrance, the head pressing against her.

Then she sank down.

Slowly. Inch by inch. Taking him all the way in until she was sitting fully on his hips, her thighs flush against him, her ass resting on his legs.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, her eyes closing, her mouth falling open.

Liam’s hands tightened on her hips. Gripping. Guiding.

"Move," he said.

She did.

She lifted herself up slightly, her thighs doing the work, rising until just the head of his cock was inside her.

Then she dropped back down, taking him fully again.

"Oh—"

She did it again. And again. Finding a rhythm. Her hips rolling, lifting and dropping, taking him deep over and over.

Ta~Ta~Ta~Ta

Her breasts bounced with every movement. Full and heavy, swaying with the motion of her hips, her nipples hard points that caught the light from the lamp.

’I’m doing this. I’m on top of him. I’m— oh god I’m going to come again.’

Liam watched. Couldn’t look away.

She was beautiful like this. Completely undone. Her face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open, her eyes half-closed. Her long black hair falling around her shoulders, moving with each bounce.

"That’s it," he said quietly, his voice rough. "Just like that."

She picked up the pace. Her thighs working harder now, her hips rolling faster, harder, taking him deeper with every drop, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.

The sounds filled the room completely now.

The wet slap of skin on skin. Her ragged breathing. The small desperate sounds falling out of her with every movement, sounds she wasn’t controlling anymore.

"Oh god— oh god— Liam—"

Her hands pressed harder on his chest, using him for leverage, her fingers digging in.

She was riding him faster now, chasing something she was right on the edge of, her whole body moving with desperate purpose.

"Don’t stop," he said. His hands tightened on her hips, helping her move, pulling her down harder with every drop, meeting her movements with upward thrusts of his own.

"I can’t— I’m— oh fuck—"

She came.

Her whole body seized. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing hard and rhythmic, gripping him so tight he almost lost it right then and there.

"Ah— ah— oh fuck—"

She kept moving through it. Her hips rolling, grinding against him, riding out every wave, taking every last second of pleasure from it.

And Liam was done.

He felt it hit. That tight coil snapping, release rolling through him in a hot overwhelming wave that whited out everything else.

He came hard. Buried deep inside her. His hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises, his fingers digging into her soft skin, his whole body going rigid beneath her.

"Fuck," he breathed.

Tasha collapsed forward onto his chest, her whole body trembling, shaking with aftershocks.

Her breathing was ragged and uneven against his neck, warm puffs of air hitting his skin.

They stayed like that for a long moment. Both of them breathing hard. Both of them completely spent.

"You didn’t even ask if you could cum inside this time," Tasha said, her voice still breathless.

A smile tugged at Liam’s face, slow and deliberate. "Should we go again? This time I won’t forget."