Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties-Chapter 422 Lana’s First Time III

Liam pulled back just slightly, letting Lana catch her breath, but the heat between them didn’t cool for a second. His hands stayed firm on her hips, holding her close as he adjusted his position. Lana’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her hair spilling over the pillow in soft waves, her eyes half-lidded and glistening with need.

"Liam... I... oh..." she gasped, voice trembling, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed. Her hands crawled up his chest, pressing him closer, nails grazing him, desperate to feel every inch of him. "I didn’t know... I didn’t know it could feel like this... oh..."

He smirked, brushing her hair back and pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Shh... just feel it. Let me show you everything."

Liam shifted again, tilting Lana onto her side so he could slide in behind her, pressing his chest against her back. She shivered immediately, heat pooling in her lower belly, her thighs parting instinctively to invite him deeper. Her hands gripped his forearm tightly, nails digging in as he began slow, teasing thrusts from behind, letting her feel the full length of him pressing into her.

"Ohh... Liam... yes... right there... so deep..." she whispered, her voice breathy, quivering, full of astonishment and need. Her body rocked back against him involuntarily, the smooth friction of her walls closing around him making him groan low in her ear. "Don’t stop... oh... harder... ahhh..."

He slid his hand around to her front, cupping her breast with gentle pressure, thumb teasing the sensitive peak as he angled himself slightly, filling her perfectly. Her back arched at the sensation, moans spilling out in a mix of surprise and desire. "Oh... Liam... yes... oh god... you’re... you’re inside me..."

Her hands found his shoulders again, digging in as she whispered, almost commanding, "Hold me... tighter... oh yes... don’t stop... feel me... Liam..." Her hips pressed back into him, trying to match every movement, every thrust, her body learning, discovering, pulsing around him.

He leaned closer, pressing his lips to the back of her neck, letting his teeth graze her soft skin lightly, listening to the sharp intake of her breath and the new, raw sounds escaping her throat. "You’re... so warm... so tight..." he murmured, each slow, deliberate movement letting her feel every inch of him. "Feel me... all of me... yours..."

Lana’s hands slipped into his hair as she arched back into him, shivering, trembling, unable to hold still. "Yes... harder... Liam... ohhh... kiss me... now... don’t stop... yes... deeper... ahhh..." Her voice wavered between soft gasps and sharp, needy cries as her body adjusted, her tightness molding around him perfectly, wetness coating him, making him groan low and long.

He shifted again, this time flipping them gently so she was on her back, legs spread wide, and he hovered over her, holding her hips and letting her guide him. Her eyes shone with heat and mischief now, body trembling, lips parted in soft moans as she whispered, "Touch me... all over... yes... right there... oh Liam..."

Her fingers tugged at his hair, pulling his lips to hers in a hungry, wet kiss, tongues exploring as her body wriggled beneath him, demanding, coaxing, craving. "Harder... yes... hold me... don’t stop... ohhh... Liam... oh yes... oh god..."

Every movement, every tilt, every slow, teasing thrust sent sparks of fire through her nerves, making her gasp, cry out, arch, and press back into him. Liam leaned down, kissing along her collarbone, trailing kisses across her stomach, chest, and back, teasing, pressing, letting her feel every inch of him, making her squirm and whimper, her hands and legs wrapping around him instinctively.

"You... feel... so good... ohhh... yes baby... yes... harder..." she breathed, voice breaking and trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her walls clenched and pulsed, squeezing him tight, dragging him deeper into her, and a low moan slipped from his lips as he rode each sensation with her.

"Grab me... kiss me... hold me... don’t let go... ohhh... Liam... yes..." she demanded breathlessly, hips pressing and rolling into his, every movement raw, hungry, and filled with the new, unrestrained side of herself. Her first orgasm had opened something inside, and now she was giving herself fully, exploring every sensation, every touch, every stroke.

He groaned low, thrusting slowly, deliberately, letting her feel the stretch, the slick warmth, the tight pulsing of her walls around him. "So... good... so wet..." he whispered, hands gripping her waist, one cupping her ass, the other sliding over her ribs and stomach, feeling the shivers running across her skin.

Her hands tangled in his shoulders, pulling him close, dragging his lips to hers, gasping out words between soft, breathy moans. "Yes... harder... ohhh... deeper... hold me... oh god... kiss me... Liam... yes... ohhh... yes baby..."

The world outside ceased to exist for them. Every thrust, every squeeze, every small moan and whispered word wove them tighter together. Lana was discovering herself, losing herself, and finding a naughty, untamed pleasure she hadn’t imagined. Every movement made her cry out in raw delight, hips rolling, hands clutching, voice breaking, tears of heat and sensation spilling from her eyes.

Lana’s body was trembling still, soaked, slick, every nerve ending alive from the slow, lingering waves of pleasure she had already ridden. But Liam wasn’t done, and neither was she. He shifted carefully, letting her feel the shift of his weight as he slid over her, then guided her onto her knees. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, nails digging into the soft fabric, chest rising and falling, hair wild across her flushed face.

"On your hands... like this," he murmured, his voice low, rough with need. "I want to see you, feel every inch of you... all of you."

Lana shivered at his words, hips pressing backward slightly, clenching as his hands gripped her waist, guiding her movement. She hadn’t realized she had this side of herself—the side that craved control and exhibition all at once. "Yes... oh god... like this... Liam... please..." she gasped, breath shaking, eyes wide and bright.

He pressed against her from behind, slow, deliberate strokes, letting her feel every pulse of him sliding in, stretching her, filling her in ways that made her gasp, whimper, and press back into him. "You’re so tight... so wet... you feel incredible... mine," he growled, the hand on her hip gripping firmly as the other slipped to her chest, brushing against her side, teasing her nipple just enough to make her back arch further.

"Ohhh... yes... Liam... harder... fuck... don’t stop... yes... grab me... ohhh..." she cried out, voice raw and wild, pulling at the sheets, tugging his hands, rolling her hips back to meet his thrusts, pressing her body against him in an almost desperate rhythm of need.

He shifted slightly, letting her feel the change as he angled himself deeper, brushing against just the right spot inside her. Her body shivered violently, and with a sharp gasp she whispered, "Ohhh... Liam... right there... harder... fuck... yes... ohhh..." Her back arched, hands clawing at his shoulders as she pressed fully into him, hips rolling instinctively.

"God... you feel amazing," he groaned low, voice trembling slightly, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "... squeeze me... hold me tight..."

"Yes... yes... ohhh... Liam... fuck... don’t stop... harder... oh god... grab my hair... ohhh... kiss me..." Lana’s voice broke between gasps, low and ragged, her body learning, discovering every sensation. Her first squirts had opened a new door inside her, and now she was completely unrestrained, writhing, clutching him, every movement both demanding and offering pleasure.

He let her take control for a moment, her hips rolling, back arching, and every gasp, cry, and whispered word drove him deeper. "Yes... ohhh... harder... don’t stop... Liam... right there... oh god... yes... kiss me... fuck..."

He shifted again, letting them move onto the bed fully, Lana pressed face down now, her legs spread, her chest against the soft mattress, hair fanned around her. Liam pressed into her from behind in a slow, driving rhythm, letting her feel him fill her entirely, every thrust deep, deliberate, and full of need.

Her hands dug into the sheets, nails grazing as she moaned sharply, voice high, breathy, shaking. "Ohhh... yes... baby... fuck... hold me... harder... ohhh... Liam... right there... oh god... yes..."

He leaned down, lips brushing her shoulder, jaw, nipping lightly, teasing, every movement sending sparks of heat through her body. "You’re mine... all mine... feel how perfect you are for me... yes... squeeze me..."

"Liam... ohhh... harder... yes... don’t stop... kiss me... oh god... yes... baby... ohhh..." Her voice was ragged, broken by gasps and pleasure, body squirming, hips rolling into him as waves of bliss pulsed through her. Every thrust made her cry out, every subtle tilt, every deep push into her tight, warm walls a new sensation she hadn’t known possible.

"Grab my ass... ohhh... yes... kiss me... harder... oh god... right there... yes... Liam... ohhh..." she whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure, body slick and shining with sweat and wet heat. She had lost herself completely, giving herself to him in a way she hadn’t imagined.

He pressed deeper, hands gripping her waist firmly, thrusts slow and deliberate, letting her feel everything, building the tension higher. Her first climax had loosened her restraint, but now every movement drove her body into frenzy again. "Ohhh... yes... harder... yes... fuck... Liam... oh god... right there... ohhh... hold me..."

Finally, as they moved into the final rhythm, Liam shifted onto her back in a collapse-doggy position, her chest pressed to the mattress, legs spread, him covering her entirely, pressing deep, slow, letting every stroke sink in fully. Lana cried out, voice high, gasping, nearly trembling apart, hips pressing into him as she came again, squirting, body quivering, shuddering from head to toe.

"Liam... ohhh... yes... yes baby... harder... oh god... don’t stop... right there... ohhh... yes..." she shouted, completely lost, raw and animalistic, completely immersed in the pleasure he was giving her. Her hands dug into his arms, nails raking lightly, pulling him in closer, biting her lip, pressing herself fully against him.

He groaned deep, low, pushing into her with deliberate, slow thrusts, letting her ride the waves, feeling her walls clench, pulse, and quiver around him. Sweat glistened across their skin, their breaths hot and ragged, her body coated in a sheen of wet heat.

Finally, her body went limp, trembling, quivering, fully collapsed against the mattress, and Liam leaned down over her, pressing a final, slow kiss along her back, letting both of them catch their breath, bodies sticky, flushed, and utterly spent. She was sated, glowing, her chest heaving, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, still basking in the intensity of the most intimate, raw, and pleasurable moment of her life.

They stayed like that for a long moment, bodies pressed together, heartbeats loud in their ears, the silence between punctuated by soft sighs, gasps, and the lingering heat of love and lust entwined.

Lana’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, murmuring softly, "I... I didn’t know... it could feel like this... ohhh..."

Liam pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, hands running over her body, hair, and back. "Mine... all mine," he whispered, voice low and rough, "and this... was only for you."