Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 120: House Call 4 [+R18]

Liam looked down at Grace lying on the floor, completely bare, her chest heaving with each breath.

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples hard and pink. Her pussy glistened with wetness, swollen and ready.

"Next step," he said quietly.

Grace’s eyes widened slightly. "What are you—"

Before she could finish, Liam moved down, positioning himself between her spread legs.

Grace’s breath caught. "Wait, what are you doing?"

Liam didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against her pussy.

Grace gasped, her whole body jerking. "Liam—you don’t have to—"

But Liam was already working, his tongue sliding along her slit, tasting her. She was sweet, tangy, and so wet it coated his lips immediately.

Grace’s hands shot down, fingers tangling in his hair. "You really don’t need to—ah..."

Her protest died as his tongue found her clit, circling it slowly before flicking across it. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth.

"Jesus," Grace moaned, her head falling back against the floor. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

Liam kept going, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He could feel her body responding, the way her hips started to move, grinding against his mouth. Her taste flooded his senses.

Grace’s moans got louder, more desperate. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling slightly. Her other hand gripped the rug beneath her, knuckles white.

"Liam," she gasped. "That’s... that’s really..."

’This is insane. His mouth... his tongue... I can’t even think straight...’

Liam’s tongue pushed inside her, and Grace’s back arched off the floor, her breasts lifting. He could feel her walls clenching around his tongue, could taste how close she was getting.

He pulled his tongue out and focused back on her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Grace cried out, her hips lifting completely off the ground now. "That’s... I’m gonna..."

Her thighs started to shake, pressing against his head. Her breathing turned ragged, coming in short gasps.

Liam kept working, his tongue circling her clit faster now, then slower, then faster again. Teasing. Building.

Grace’s whole body was trembling. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples so hard they looked painful.

"I can’t... I’m so close..." she whimpered.

’Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I need this so badly...’

Liam added two fingers, pushing them inside her while his mouth continued its work on her clit. He curled them, finding that spot, and Grace screamed.

"Yes! Right there! Don’t stop!"

Her hips were grinding against his face now, completely lost in it. Her juices were coating his chin, dripping down.

Liam could feel it—she was right there, right on the edge. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically around his fingers. Her thighs were shaking so hard he had to hold them steady.

He sucked harder on her clit, his fingers pumping faster, curling with each thrust.

Grace’s moans turned into incoherent sounds.

Her back was completely arched now, only her shoulders and feet touching the floor.

Her hands had left his hair and were now gripping her own breasts, squeezing them as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

And then Liam stopped.

He pulled back completely, removing his fingers, lifting his head.

Grace’s eyes flew open, wild and desperate. Her whole body was shaking. "What—no—why..."

Liam wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at her flushed, desperate face. "I can taste it."

Grace stared at him, her chest heaving. "What?"

"You’re ready now," Liam said. "I can taste it. You’re ready to release."

Grace blinked, trying to process his words through the haze of desperate need. Tears of frustration had formed at the corners of her eyes. "Then why did you stop?"

"Because we’re moving to the final step," Liam said, sitting back on his heels.

Grace lay there, her whole body a trembling mess. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat. Her lips were parted, gasping for air. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Her pussy was swollen, glistening, visibly throbbing.

’I was so close. So fucking close. What is he doing to me?’

Liam reached down, unbuttoning his pants. The sound of the zipper seemed loud in the quiet room.

Grace’s eyes followed the movement, watching as he unzipped and pulled himself out.

His cock sprang free, already hard. Thick and long, it stood at attention, the head already glistening with precum.

Grace’s eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open slightly.

"That’s..." she started, her voice barely a whisper. "I don’t think that’s going to fit."

Liam looked down at himself, then back at her.

’The other girls never seemed to have an issue with it.’

Out loud, he said, "Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow. You’ll get used to it."

Grace stared at his cock, her face bright red. It was thick—thicker than she’d expected. She could see the veins running along the length, the way it twitched slightly.

Then she looked up at him. "I... before you... can I just feel it first?"

Liam paused, caught off guard. "What?"

"I just want to feel it," Grace said quickly, her hands moving up. Her fingers were trembling. "Before you put it in. Please?"

Liam nodded slowly. "Yeah. Go ahead."

Grace reached out, her hand shaking slightly as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.

Her face flushed an even deeper red, the blush spreading down her neck and chest.

The moment she touched him, she gasped softly.

He was hot—really hot—and hard as steel. So thick her fingers barely met around him.

’Oh god. He’s huge. How is this supposed to fit inside me? But... it feels so... solid. I can feel it pulsing in my hand...’

She moved her hand slowly, stroking him from base to tip. The skin was soft over the hardness beneath.

Her thumb brushed over the head, spreading the precum that had gathered there, and Liam let out a low groan above her.

Grace looked up at him, her eyes wide. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark as he watched her hand on his cock.

There was color in his cheeks too.

She looked back down, her hand continuing its exploration. She could feel every ridge, every vein. It twitched in her grip, and she felt a fresh surge of wetness between her own legs.

She stroked him a few more times, feeling the weight of him, the heat.

"Okay," she said finally, letting go reluctantly. "I’m ready."

She lay back down, biting down on one of her fingers as she looked up at him. Her other hand gripped the rug beneath her. Her thighs fell open automatically, exposing her completely.

Liam looked down at her—eyes wide and nervous, face flushed, biting her finger in anticipation, legs spread and waiting for him—and felt something tighten in his chest.

’She’s so fucking cute. So innocent. And I’m about to ruin her. Completely destroy her. The thought alone...’

"I’m going in," Liam said, his voice rougher than he intended.

Grace nodded, her teeth still digging into her finger. Her eyes were locked on his cock.

Liam gripped himself, guiding his cock to her entrance. He rubbed the head against her slit, coating it with her wetness. So much wetness. She was dripping.

Grace whimpered at the contact, her hips twitching.

Then, slowly, he started to push inside.

The head breached her entrance, and Grace gasped, her whole body going rigid. Her free hand shot out, gripping his forearm so tight her nails dug into his skin.

"Ah..." she breathed, her eyes squeezing shut.

Liam moved slowly, inch by inch, letting her adjust. She was so tight—impossibly tight—her walls gripping him like she was trying to pull him in and push him out at the same time.

He pushed in further. Halfway now. He could see her stomach tensing, her breasts rising with her sharp inhales.

He paused, looking down at her face. "You okay?"

Grace nodded quickly, her breathing shallow. "Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine."

Her pussy clenched around him, and Liam had to grit his teeth to keep from just slamming all the way in.

"I’ll keep going slow," Liam said.

"It’s... it’s not as bad as I thought," Grace said, her voice shaky. She opened her eyes, looking up at him. "You can move—"

Before she could finish, Liam thrust forward, burying himself completely inside her in one smooth, hard motion.

Grace’s eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Then the sound came—a loud, desperate moan that echoed through the room.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Liam didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled out almost completely—just the tip still inside—before slamming back in.

The slap of skin against skin was loud. Wet.

"Jesus!" Grace cried out, her hands shooting up to grip his shoulders. Her nails dug in, probably drawing blood. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, ankles locking behind his back, pulling him deeper.

*TA~TA~TA*

Liam set a rhythm, pulling out and thrusting back in. Hard. Deep. Each thrust made her whole body jolt, made her breasts bounce and shake.

Grace’s moans were constant now, broken only by gasps for air.

Her head was thrown back, exposing the long line of her throat. Her mouth hung open, sounds spilling out with each thrust.

"Ah! Ah! Yes!"

Liam gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and angled them slightly.

Grace screamed.

He’d hit something deep inside her, and her whole body convulsed. Her pussy clenched around him so tight it almost hurt.

"Right there! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!"

’This is... I’ve never... it’s so deep... so full... I can feel everything...’

Liam kept hitting that spot, his cock driving deep with each thrust.

He could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating his cock, dripping down to soak the rug beneath them.

Grace’s arms wrapped around his neck now, pulling him down. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples dragging against his skin with each movement.

Her lips found his, and they kissed—messy, desperate, more teeth than anything else. Their tongues tangled as he continued to pound into her.

’She feels incredible. So tight. So wet. I could fuck her for hours.’

Grace broke the kiss, gasping for air. Her eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide, completely lost in pleasure. "I can’t... it’s so much..."

But her legs only tightened around him, her heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper.

Liam could feel his own release building, that familiar tightening at the base of his spine. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, mixed with Grace’s constant moans.

Her pussy was fluttering around him now, clenching and releasing in a rhythm that told him she was close.

Grace’s moans turned higher, more desperate. Her nails were definitely breaking skin on his shoulders now. Her whole body was shaking beneath him, trembling with the force of pleasure building inside her.

"Liam... Liam, I’m... I can’t hold..."

"Not yet," Liam growled, slowing his pace slightly. "Hold it."

"I can’t!" Grace whimpered. Tears were streaming down her face now. "Please! I need to—"

Liam thrust hard, burying himself completely, and ground against her clit. Grace’s scream was cut off as her breath caught.

He stayed buried deep, rotating his hips, rubbing against that spot inside her and her clit at the same time.

Grace was sobbing now, her whole body wound so tight she felt like she might break. "Please... please, Liam... I can’t... I need..."

Liam started moving again, long, deep strokes. He could feel his own orgasm approaching fast. His balls were tight, his cock throbbing.

He leaned down, his mouth next to her ear. "Now. Release now."

"Thank god," Grace gasped. "I can’t... I can’t hold it anymore... I’m gonna—I’m cumming!"

Her whole body went rigid, her back arching completely off the floor. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, pulsing, milking him.

She screamed—loud and long and desperate—her voice breaking.

The feeling of her cumming around him, her walls spasming and gripping his cock, pushed Liam over the edge.

"I’m cumming inside"

"Wait, no... Don’t—"

He thrust deep one last time and came, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her.

The pleasure was intense, rolling through him in waves.

"Fuck," he groaned, his whole body tensing.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both frozen in pleasure, their bodies locked together.

Then slowly, the tension released. Liam collapsed beside her on the floor, both of them breathing hard.

His softening cock slipped out of her, and he could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy, warm and wet.

Grace lay there, completely spent.

Her chest heaved. Her whole body was covered in sweat, glistening.

Her legs were still trembling, twitching occasionally. She could feel him leaking out of her, warm and thick, coating her thighs.

Her mind was blank. Empty. She couldn’t form a coherent thought.

"I told you not to cum inside me"

Liam turned his head to look at her. "I’m sorry, But how are you feeling?"

Grace let out a breathless, slightly hysterical laugh. "Better. So much better. Like... I can’t even describe it."

They lay there in silence for a moment, both staring at the ceiling. The only sound was their breathing slowly returning to normal.

Grace could still feel aftershocks running through her body, little pulses of pleasure that made her twitch.

Then Liam turned slightly toward her, propping himself up on one elbow. "Grace, I need to tell you something."

Grace turned her head to look at him, about to respond. Her mouth opened.

But before she could say anything, her phone rang.

The sound was jarring, cutting through the quiet like a knife.

Both of them turned their heads toward the sound, the ringtone loud and insistent.

Grace’s phone was vibrating on the coffee table across the room, the screen lit up with an incoming call.