Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Kelly turned around to face him, pushing her hair back from her face. "How do you feel?"

Liam was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling slowly, his hands resting loose on his thighs. "I liked it," he said. "A lot." A pause. "Are there more surprises like that?"

Kelly laughed softly. She sat on the edge of the coffee table across from him and looked at him with an expression that was somewhere between fond and genuinely puzzled. "Can I say something?"

"Go ahead."

"I don’t say this enough, but—" She tilted her head slightly. "You always blow me away. Every single time. The fact that you still have that kind of energy and just keep going like that." She shook her head slowly. "That’s a lot."

Liam looked at her. "That’s your fault."

She blinked. "My fault?"

"Yeah." He sat forward slightly, his elbows coming to rest on his knees. "You want me to explain it?"

"Please."

He looked at her directly. "Your boobs. The size of them, the way they move, the way they feel." His eyes dropped briefly and came back up. "Your ass. The shape of it, the way it soft i can rest my head on it all day, the way it moves when you walk away from me." He kept his voice even, just stating facts. "The way your pussy feels warm and cozy. The way you respond. All of it." He leaned back again. "That’s why. You’re the reason."

Kelly had started touching herself as he spoke, not consciously at first, her hand moving to her own waist, then her hip, then up to her chest, her fingers pressing lightly against herself through the net as each part got mentioned.

Her face had gone pink from her cheeks down to her collarbone. By the time he finished she was looking somewhere to the left of him, her teeth pressed into her lower lip.

She was quiet for a moment.

Then she looked back at him. "I can say the same thing back to you, you know."

"Can you?"

"Your dick." She said it plainly, no performance to it. "It makes me want more every single time. I can’t get it out of my head. Like literally. I’ll be sitting in class thinking about something completely different and then suddenly—" She gestured vaguely.

Liam smiled slowly. "You’re welcome."

Kelly pressed her lips together. Then she smiled too, wide and reluctant, like she hadn’t meant to. She shook her head and stood up from the coffee table.

She reached down and gathered the hem of the net gown in one hand, lifting it slowly, the red fabric bunching at her waist and exposing everything below it fully. Then she turned around and bent forward, her ass directly in front of him, and looked back over her shoulder.

"Okay, professor," she said, her voice dropping into something dry and deliberate. "Time to put that instrument of yours to proper academic use. We’ve done the warm up. Now I need a full and thorough demonstration of what it can do."

Liam laughed. A real one, low and genuine. "I’m happy to oblige."

He stood up slowly and moved toward her. She was still bent forward, her hands resting on her knees, her ass in the air, the net bunched at her waist. He stopped behind her and looked at her for a moment, his hands finding her hips.

Then he slid one finger into her.

"Oh—" Kelly’s head came up. "Why are you not just—"

"I want to take my time," he said.

"Liam—"

"Relax."

"You’re wicked," she said, the word dissolving into a moan as his finger moved slowly, finding its depth and curling slightly on each stroke.

He smiled and kept going, watching her back, the way her shoulders shifted with each breath, the way her hips pressed back toward his hand without her consciously deciding to move them.

Then he added the second finger.

"Ah—" Her hands dropped from her knees to the floor immediately, her palms flat against the carpet, her arms taking her weight as her head dropped forward. Her ass stayed up, held there, the position changing slightly as she braced herself.

Liam looked down at her. "Comfortable down there?"

"Shut up," she said. But she was moaning through it.

He worked steadily, both fingers moving together, spreading slightly on each inward stroke. Her sounds were continuous now, each one pulled out of her with every movement, her hips rocking back against his hand.

Then he added the third.

"Oh my God—" The sound that came out of her was completely unguarded. Her elbows bent slightly, her forehead nearly touching the floor, her whole body shaking with the effort of holding the position. "Liam—"

He kept going. All three fingers, slow and deliberate, each stroke full and deep, his thumb pressing lightly against her clit on every pass.

"I’m — oh god — I’m—"

She came hard. Her whole body seizing, her back arching, a long broken sound tearing out of her as she clenched around his fingers and her legs shook beneath her. He watched it happen, the way her thighs trembled, the way her breathing completely stopped for a moment and then came back in a rush, the way everything ran down his hand as she pulsed around him.

"What did you—" She could barely form words. "What was that—"

He pulled his fingers back slowly.

And before she could straighten or catch her breath or do anything at all, he positioned himself and pushed in.

"Oh—" The sound came out completely different from anything before it. Not a moan. Something more immediate than that. Her hands pressed flat into the carpet and her head came up, her mouth open, her eyes wide.

He filled her completely and held there for a moment, feeling her still contracting around him from the orgasm, her walls gripping him tight and continuous.

’She’s so warm,’ he thought. ’Every single time it’s like the first time. She wraps around me like she was made for it.’

He pulled back slowly and pushed in again.

"Ah—"

Her arms were still holding her up from the floor, her ass still in the air, the net gown bunched at her waist. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of the red rope border of the gown at her hip, wrapping it around his hand once to give himself something solid to hold, and started to move properly.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

The sound filled the room immediately. Her body rocked forward with each thrust and pulled back as he used the fabric to bring her with him, the rope taut in his grip, the impact clean and deep on every stroke.

"Liam — oh god — Liam—"

He kept the pace steady. Not fast. Just deep and continuous, each thrust finding the full length of her, the grip on the net keeping her hips exactly where he wanted them.

’She feels incredible,’ he thought. ’Every time I push forward she gets tighter. Like her body is pulling me in.’

"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice rough.

"So good," she managed. "So good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He picked up the pace slightly, the thrusts coming faster now, the sound of it sharp and rhythmic in the quiet apartment. Her boobs swayed beneath the net with every impact, heavy and full, the movement continuous. Her sounds matched his rhythm, each one landing on the beat.

"Ah — ah — ah—"

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

Her arms were shaking slightly from holding her weight. He noticed and reached forward with his free hand, his palm pressing flat against the small of her back, steadying her.

"I’ve got you," he said.

She made a sound that wasn’t a word but meant yes.

He continued. Long and steady, the net twisted in his grip, her hips locked in place, her body taking every thrust fully. The room was warm. The air thick. Outside the window the evening had settled in fully and the city had gone to its own version of quiet.

He felt it building. That familiar tightening, climbing steadily with each movement.

"I’m close," he said.

Kelly’s head came up. Her voice came out slightly desperate. "Liam."

"Yeah?"

A pause. Her breathing ragged. "Make me pregnant."

Liam went completely still for one full second.

Then he pushed forward hard.

"Oh—"

He kept going, harder now, the pace breaking from steady into something more urgent, each thrust deeper than the last, the grip on the net pulling her back to meet him.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Ah — oh god — ah—"

Her arms gave out. Her chest dropped to the carpet, her ass staying up, her cheek pressing against the floor, her eyes squeezed shut. He kept going without breaking stride, the new angle even deeper than before, her sounds dissolving into something completely continuous.

’She’s gripping me so tight right now,’ he thought. ’I can feel everything.’

He came. Hard and deep, burying himself fully, his hand pulling the net taut as his whole body stilled and released, a low rough sound leaving him through his teeth.

He held there. Feeling her pulse around him, her body still trembling slightly, her breathing completely wrecked.

A long moment passed.

Then another.

Liam released the net slowly. It fell back into place across her skin. He sat back on his knees, his breathing heavy, and looked at her.

Kelly lay there with her cheek on the carpet. She didn’t move for a while. Then she turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder, her hair completely undone, her face flushed deep red, her lips swollen.

"How do you feel?" she asked. Her voice was hoarse.

"Good," he said. He was still catching his breath. "Really good." He looked at her. "You?"

She turned her face back to the carpet and closed her eyes. "I can’t feel my legs."

Liam looked down at her legs. They were in fact still there. "They’re still attached."

"That’s not what I meant."

He smiled. "I know."

She lay there for another moment. Then she said, quietly, "You know what the worst part is?"

"What?"

"I still want more."

Liam looked at her. Then he laughed. Low and genuine. "Give it five minutes."

Kelly groaned into the carpet. "You’re impossible."

"You asked me to make you pregnant."

A pause. "That’s different."

"Is it?"

She didn’t answer. Just lay there with her eyes closed and her chest still heaving, the red net sitting crooked across her body, her hair spread across the floor around her head.

Liam sat back and looked up at the ceiling.

Outside, somewhere down the hall, a door closed.

He smiled to himself.

The old man had terrible timing.