Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Liam didn’t give her a second to settle.

With his dick buried to the absolute hilt inside her tight, pulsing heat, he tightened his grip on her hips and shifted his weight on the stone ledge of the hot tub.

’She spent the whole flight thinking about this,’ Liam thought, his jaw setting as he felt her inner walls twitching hungrily around his shaft. ’I might as well give her what she wanted.’

He lifted her up off his lap just enough for his head to catch against her swollen opening, then slammed her back down hard.

"AH!"

Elena’s head snapped back, a loud, echoing gasp escaping her lips as the thick head of his shaft stretched her wide open all over again.

Her manicured nails dug deep into his broad shoulders, her legs locking tightly around his waist as she fought to take all eight inches of him.

"Liam..." she rasped out, her voice thick with residual arousal. "Don’t... don’t you dare hold back."

Liam smirked, his green eyes dark under the low amber lighting of the bathroom. "I wasn’t planning on it."

He established a brutal, heavy rhythm right there in the corner of the tub.

He pulled her up and slammed her down against his lap, the wet, rhythmic slap of their skin colliding echoing off the polished travertine walls.

Hot bathwater splashed wildly over the stone edges, cascading onto the floor with every heavy thrust.

Every time he bottomed out, his tip hammered straight into her swollen cervix, sending sharp, electric jolts straight up her spine.

Elena was completely unraveled.

Gone was the cool, unbothered heiress who casually talked about private jets at the airport—she was writhing in his lap, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a continuous, breathless moan as he tore into her from below.

’She has always been so much tighter when she’s desperate,’ Liam thought, his hands sliding down from her waist to grab the full, soft cheeks of her ass, spreading her open to drive himself even deeper.

"Turn around," Liam commanded smoothly, his voice low and unbothered.

Elena didn’t hesitate.

She unclasped her legs from his waist, using the stone bench for support as she turned herself around in the steaming water.

She got down on her hands and knees on the submerged bench, presenting her bare, dripping rear directly to him.

The position arched her back deeply, her full ass rising out of the churning water while her hair hung damp and messy over her shoulders.

Liam leaned forward, his chest hovering right behind her back.

He reached down with one hand, gripping his throbbing, veiny dick, and guided the glistening tip back to her wide-open, cream-slicked hole.

He didn’t ease into it. He shoved his hips forward in one long, ruthless stroke, sinking his entire length straight into her from behind.

"OH GOD!" Elena screamed, her forearms collapsing onto the edge of the tub as his full width filled her up completely.

Liam grabbed her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and began to rail her doggy-style.

The angle was insane—every forward snap of his hips drove his shaft directly against her g-spot.

The sound of his heavy, unrelenting thrusts combined with the squelching noise of her wet, cream-filled pussy was deafening in the enclosed stone room.

’She likes it rough from behind,’ Liam noted, watching the way her ass jiggled and flushed bright pink with every brutal hit.

He reached one hand around her waist, sliding it up to cup her left breast, pinching her hard, erect nipple between his fingers while his other hand kept her hips pinned in place.

He picked up the pace, his hips snapping forward like a piston, driving into her with relentless, punishing power.

"Liam! Harder! Slam into me!" Elena cried out, her cheek pressed against the wet stone as she pushed her hips back to meet every single one of his thrusts. "Fill me up... fuck..."

"You talk too much when you’re desperate," Liam muttered smoothly, bending down to sink his teeth lightly into the meat of her shoulder.

Elena whimpered, her pussy clamping down around his shaft like a vice, trying to wring every drop out of him.

Liam pulled his dick almost entirely out of her, letting her feel the massive size of his head lingering right at her sensitive threshold, before slamming back in with everything he had.

The impact drove a ragged, broken moan straight out of her throat.

’Time to change it up,’ Liam thought, feeling her muscles fluttering around him, dangerously close to another edge.

He pulled out with a loud, wet pop. Before Elena could process the loss, Liam grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her straight out of the water. Elena gasped as the cool air hit her dripping, overheated skin.

Liam stood up on the stone steps, lifting her with effortlessly strength, and carried her out of the hot tub.

He set her down on the broad, polished dark marble counter surrounding the vanity mirror.

Elena leaned back on her elbows, her long, toned legs draped over the edges of the counter, completely open and exposed to him under the bright vanity lights.

She was flushed from head to toe, her chest heaving, her hair a wild, dark mess around her face.

Her hairless pink pussy was swollen, glistening, and practically leaking his spit and her own juices onto the clean marble.

"Liam..." she panted, her dark eyes looking up at him with pure, undisguised hunger.

Liam didn’t say a word.

He stepped between her wide legs, grabbed her ankles, and pushed them straight up toward the ceiling, folding her completely in half.

Her knees were pinned right against her chest, exposing the full, deep depth of her entrance.

’This angle goes straight to the back,’ Liam thought, his green eyes cold and focused as he lined himself up.

He leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of her head on the marble, and drove his dick straight into her folded body.

"AHHH! LIAM!" Elena shrieked, her back arching off the counter.

The missionary position, folded so tightly, meant he was penetrating her deeper than humanly possible.

Every time he drove his hips forward, his broad head smashed straight against the very back of her womb.

The sheer sensation made Elena’s eyes roll back into her head, her hands flying out to grip his forearms for dear life.

Liam set a steady, punishing pace. He leaned down, bringing his face inches from hers, his chest pressing against her full, heavy breasts.

"Look at yourself," Liam whispered in her ear, his voice quiet, deep, and completely in control while his lower body relentlessly hammered into her. "You took a commercial flight just to get folded on a bathroom counter."

Elena let out a breathless, messy laugh that quickly dissolved into a needy moan as he hit her sweet spot again. "Because... because nobody else... fucks me like this..." she gasped out, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to hers.

Their mouths met in a filthy, deep kiss.

Elena tasted like her own sweet juices and the hot whiskey he had been drinking earlier.

She kissed him wildly, her tongue tangling with his while her upper body writhed on the stone counter.

Liam pulled back, keeping his pace relentless. He released her ankles, letting her long legs wrap tightly around his waist, locking him inside her.

He grabbed her by the back of her neck, lifting her head up off the marble so she was forced to look straight into the giant vanity mirror behind them.

In the glass, she could see everything—Liam’s dark, sharp features completely calm and unbothered while his hips snapped forward, his massive shaft disappearing entirely between her wide, wet lips with every heavy stroke.

She could see her own flushed, bare body, her breasts bouncing violently with the impact, her thighs slick with sweat and water.

"Look at it," Liam murmured near her ear, his thumb tracing her jawline.

"I can’t... Liam, it’s too much..." Elena whimpered, her eyes fixed on their reflection as another massive wave of pleasure began to build at the base of her spine. "I’m gonna come... I’m gonna come again!"

’Not yet,’ Liam thought, deliberately slowing his pace down to deep, agonizingly slow grinds, pressing his wide head deep into her space and holding it there.

Elena nearly cried out in frustration, her inner muscles spasming around him, begging for the fast rhythm. "Liam, please! Don’t stop! Hammer into me!"

"Ask nicely," Liam said smoothly, his eyes watching her reflection in the mirror.

"Please, Liam! Fuck me! Slam into me!" she begged, completely abandoning her pride.

Liam smirked.

He gripped her hips with iron hands and unleashed a final, ferocious assault.

He pounded into her folded body with raw, unbridled power, his hips snapping against her ass with loud, cracking thuds that echoed through the entire penthouse suite.

The friction was overwhelming.

Elena’s pussy clamped down on his dick in a series of violent, crushing spasms. Her third orgasm hit her like a freight train, her voice cracking as she screamed his name into the quiet room.

Her whole body shook, heavy streams of her squirt pouring out around his thick shaft, coating his balls and thighs in her slick, hot fluids.

The sheer, suffocating tightness of her pulse-racked pussy, combined with the sight of her completely broken and ruined in the mirror, finally pushed Liam over the edge.

’Fuck,’ Liam thought, his jaw clenching tight.

He buried his dick as deep as humanly possible, pinning her flat against the marble counter, and drove his hips forward one last, crushing time.

Hot, heavy surges of his cum erupted straight into the back of her womb, pouring into her in deep, rhythmic pumps.

Elena groaned softly into his neck, feeling every single pulse of his release flooding her insides.

Her inner walls continuously milked him, drawing out every last drop until he was completely drained.

They stayed like that for a long, quiet moment—Liam leaning over her, his chest heaving slightly, while Elena lay limp and completely satisfied on the cold marble counter, her long legs still loosely wrapped around his waist.

Liam slowly pulled his dick out of her tight, spent hole. With a soft, wet sound, a thick, milky combination of his cum and her cream began to overflow from her open pink lips, trailing slowly down her ass and onto the dark marble counter.

Elena let out a long, contented sigh, looking up at him through her dark eyelashes with a sleepy, thoroughly ruined smile.

"I think..." she rasped out, her voice entirely shot, "...that was worth borrowing the private jet for."

Liam let out a low chuckle, grabbing a soft white towel from the rack nearby and gently wiping her down before scooping her up into his arms to carry her toward the king-sized bed in the main room.