Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties-Chapter 420 Lana’s First Time

Liam’s hands slid to the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head slowly, deliberately, letting Lana drink in the sight of him. Her eyes darkened with desire, her breaths coming in quick, shallow pants. The bare skin of his chest gleamed in the moonlight, every curve of muscle highlighted, and she couldn’t help but reach out, tracing her fingers down the line of his abs.

"God... Liam," she whispered, her voice shaky, full of heat and awe, her hand pressing lightly against his skin. Her body was trembling, part excitement, part fear, all need.

He grinned, leaning down to brush his lips over hers again, soft at first, then pressing a little more insistently, feeling her respond immediately, hands clutching his shoulders, tugging him closer. His hands slid over her hips, tracing the curve of her jeans, cupping her ass firmly, giving her a gentle squeeze that made her gasp and shiver.

"You’re mine tonight," he murmured low, pressing his forehead to hers. "Every inch of you."

"Yes..." she breathed, her hands clutching his back as he pressed his body closer, grinding just slightly, teasing her more. "Oh... Liam... I..." She broke off, trembling, unsure of how to express everything she felt at once.

His hands moved to her jeans, pressing over the waistband, letting her feel the heat between his fingers. Slowly, teasingly, he began undoing the button, sliding the zipper down. Lana’s breath hitched, soft, shaky moans escaping her lips as the fabric loosened around her hips. Her legs spread slightly on instinct, pressing into him, craving more contact, more sensation.

"Ah... Liam... oh..." she moaned softly, her voice trembling with nervous excitement. "It’s... it’s... my first time..."

He paused, looking down at her, his expression softening, a tender, protective smile crossing his face. "I know, Lana. That’s why I’ll take it slow... every second will be about you. Just feel it, trust me..."

Her shiver was almost uncontrollable. She pressed her hands against his chest, digging her nails in lightly, trembling at the warmth and strength of his body. Liam’s hands slid under the edge of her jeans, grazing her inner thighs, circling her heat gently, teasing her, letting her feel the pressure without fully entering.

"Yes... oh god... Liam..." she whispered, a soft moan slipping out as his fingers pressed lightly over her folds. "Please... I... I..." Her words dissolved into gasps, soft cries, and shaky moans, her body already trembling in anticipation.

He grinned, leaning down, pressing a kiss to her lips before letting his mouth trail lower to her neck, down her collarbone, and finally to her stomach. His lips brushed her skin, teasing, tasting, his hands still holding her hips, feeling every quiver, every tremble.

Lana moaned, tilting her head back, letting him feel the heat of her arousal against his lips and fingers. "Oh... Liam... yes... please... oh god..."

Slowly, carefully, he slid one finger beneath her folds, pressing gently, spreading her slickness, feeling her shiver violently under his touch. Her hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly, nails digging in lightly.

"Ahh... Liam... ohh... it feels... so... so good..." she moaned, grinding slightly into his hand, wanting more, needing more.

He added another finger slowly, teasing her virgin nerves, watching her reaction intently, hearing her moans rise higher, softer, breathier, trembling between fear, excitement, and utter need.

"Oh... oh god... Liam... don’t stop... please..." she begged, voice trembling, shaking.

His lips finally trailed lower, kissing her inner thigh lightly, flicking his tongue teasingly over her folds. Lana’s hips jerked slightly, letting out a soft, broken moan. "Ahhh... oh... Liam... yes... don’t stop..."

Her hands moved over his back, tugging him closer, pressing her body fully into him, moaning softly with every flick of his tongue and every gentle, teasing finger. Liam’s mouth moved carefully, savoring her reactions, enjoying the shivers, the gasps, the warmth of her body against his, knowing this first time was hers and hers alone, and he wanted every second to be perfect.

"You’re mine... every inch," he whispered against her, sliding a finger inside slowly, testing her, feeling her shiver and gasp. Lana arched violently, moaning softly, breathless and trembling.

"Oh... oh god... Liam... it’s... it’s... so... so..." she gasped, her voice breaking between moans, hands clutching him tightly, hips pressing instinctively toward him, urging him on.

His tongue circled her clit slowly, one finger moving inside gently, feeling her tight, virginal walls quiver, moan, and tremble. She cried out softly, a high, breathy moan, grinding slightly against his touch.

"Ahhh... yes... oh god... Liam... don’t... don’t stop..." she whispered, voice shaking, heat radiating through her entire body, trembling under him.

He grinned, savoring her soft, desperate moans, the shivers of her body, the tiny gasps that left her lips with every flick of his tongue and movement of his fingers. Slowly, purposefully, he let her feel every inch, teasing, pressing, tasting, until her body was writhing beneath him, soft moans filling the room, her cheeks flushed, lips parted, her hair tangled around his hands.

"Lana... so beautiful..." he murmured, his voice low, vibrating against her skin. "So warm... so perfect for me..."

She moaned again, loud, breathless, desperate, hips grinding instinctively, tiny whimpers and soft "ohhh... oh... yes..." spilling from her lips.

Finally, he looked up at her, seeing her trembling, gasping, shivering, and whispered gently, "I’m ready now... only when you’re ready."

Her eyes widened, lips parted, a soft shiver running down her spine. "Yes... Liam... I... I’m ready..."

Liam looked up at her, his gaze dark, heavy with desire and tenderness. He could feel her trembling slightly under his hands, the heat radiating from her skin, the wetness he’d already coaxed from her with his mouth. Lana’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples hard, glistening in the moonlight as she bit her lip, anticipation coiling in her like a live wire.

"Relax, baby," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I’ve got you."

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, knuckles white, and she whispered a shaky, "I... I trust you."

That was all he needed. Liam slid his hands to her hips, tilting her slightly back so he could line himself up, feeling the delicate warmth of her virgin entrance against his cock. She gasped sharply at the first touch, soft and startled, and he smiled, pressing himself gently.

"Liam... ahh..." she whispered, voice trembling.

"Shh... I’m right here," he murmured, his hands steadying her hips, letting her feel every inch before moving. He eased himself slowly, teasingly, letting the tip brush her slick, sensitive walls. Lana’s breath hitched, a small, high moan slipping past her lips.

"Oh... ohhh... baby... yes..." she whispered, hips instinctively pressing back against him.

Liam moved no further at first, just letting her feel him there, stretching her, filling her gently. The sensation of her tight walls clenching instinctively around him, warm and wet, made him groan softly. He could feel how ready she was for him, how she wanted this, how every nerve in her body was alive for him.

"Shh... you’re perfect," he murmured, nudging her gently. "You feel so good, Lana... so tight, so... yours."

"Yes... Liam... yes..." she moaned, hands gripping him, nails digging lightly into his shoulders as her hips moved just a little, urging him. Her soft gasps and whimpers were intoxicating, raw, unfiltered.

He leaned down to press his lips to her shoulder, sucking lightly, biting gently as he slowly pushed further, inch by inch. Each movement drew a shiver, a soft gasp, a whisper of his name from her lips.

"Oh... oh fuck... Liam... don’t stop... yes..." she breathed, tilting her hips up slightly.

He let her adjust to him fully before moving again, thrusting slowly, deliberately, savoring every tight, wet sensation. Her walls fluttered around him, tight and new, hot and needy. She cried out, soft and high-pitched, "Ahh... yes, Liam... right there... oh god..."

Liam’s hands gripped her hips firmly, moving with patience and control, letting her feel every inch, feel the fullness, the pleasure building in her. "You’re mine, Lana... feel so good for me..." he whispered, groaning at the way her walls clung to him, how her body trembled beneath him.

"Ahh... ohhh... yes... baby... yes..." she moaned, her voice shaky and breathless, hips arching instinctively as he pushed slowly deeper, testing, letting her feel every sensation.

He tilted his hips slightly, finding the perfect angle, and she gasped sharply, her hands clutching his back. "Oh... fuck... Liam... harder... please..." she whispered, a mix of need and wonder in her voice, her first taste of real, full pleasure.

Liam groaned low, pressing against her with steady, deliberate thrusts, slow and teasing at first, feeling her walls tighten and grip him in response. Each small movement drew moans, whispers, and soft pleas from her lips, a symphony of raw emotion and lust.

"Oh... yes... yes, Liam... ohhh..." Lana breathed, hips pressing instinctively against him, nails leaving faint scratches on his back. "I... I... never felt this... never..."

"You’re mine, Lana," he murmured, letting his hand travel over her back, feeling the quivers and shivers ripple through her body. "I’ve got you... all of you..."

Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted in soft, trembling gasps. Each slow thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her, new, overwhelming, pure. Her wetness coated him fully, her warmth wrapping around him, and he groaned low, pressing his body closer, letting her feel the weight and heat of him.

"Ah... oh... Liam... yes... harder... oh god..." she cried softly, voice shaking, tears of sensation forming at the corners of her eyes as she felt the fullness, the pressure, the slow, sweet intrusion of her first time.

He responded with patient, loving intensity, moving slowly at first, letting her adjust, then letting himself go just a little more, letting her feel him inside her fully. Every inch drew a new, breathless moan, a whispered plea, a soft, naughty word.

"Yes... baby... oh... yes... Liam... don’t stop... right there... ohhh..."

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him down for a kiss as her hips rocked instinctively against his. Each movement, each thrust, sent waves of sensation coursing through both of them, her first ecstasy and his own growing need intertwining perfectly.