Lust System: Conquering the World Beauties

Chapter 430: Chapter 430 Sex In Shower

Liam stepped out of the elevator and paused, taking in the penthouse. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass, spilling across the polished floors and perfectly arranged furniture. Everything was immaculate. The bed was made, sheets crisp and unwrinkled, pillows fluffed like nothing had happened. Yesterday’s chaos—sweat, tangled sheets, the remnants of passion—had vanished completely. Lana had cleaned everything. The thought made his lips curve into a slow, knowing grin. She always knew how to leave things perfect.

Then he heard it. A soft, steady sound of running water. His grin widened. She was in the shower. Exactly where he wanted her.

Without hesitation, he stripped off his clothes, letting them drop in a heap, his cock pressing hard against his stomach as he moved. He set the food down on the table, but his focus was elsewhere—on the sound, the scent, the promise of what awaited him. Steam curled from the bathroom, thick and hot, carrying with it the faint, intoxicating smell of her skin, wet and sweet.

He pushed open the bathroom door slowly, his eyes immediately locking on her. Lana was under the shower, water cascading over her flawless body, glistening along every curve. Her hair, dark and wet, clung to her back, droplets sliding over her shoulder blades and the swell of her ass. He swallowed hard, the heat rising in his chest.

She was bent slightly, cleaning herself with the sponge, her body fluid and hypnotic. Her back was perfect, the smooth line of her spine leading to the curve of her hips, and his cock throbbed in response. He didn’t speak. Words were useless here.

”Liam... what the fuck are you doing?” she asked, voice husky, half teasing, half warning. She wiped water from her face, her eyes narrowing as they met his, sharp but curious.

He stepped closer, brushing the warmth of his body against hers. Her head tilted back slightly, resting against his chest, hair damp and sticky against his skin. The shower fell over both of them now, hot water sliding down their bodies, mixing with the slick heat gathering between them.

His lips lowered to hers, capturing her mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. She responded immediately, lips soft, opening, tongue teasing his briefly before retreating, letting him taste her. He wrapped his left arm firmly around her waist, pressing her hips into his, letting her feel the hardness of him against her.

His right hand took the sponge from her, moving over her body with purpose, gliding across the swell of her breasts, her stomach, down to the curve of her hips and back up. Every inch of her reacted instinctively, shivering under his touch, arching into him.

”Fuck... Liam... yes... ohhh...” she whispered, voice low and tremulous, breath hitching. ”Right there... don’t stop...” Her nails grazed his chest, digging in lightly as she pressed fully against him, inviting more, demanding more.

He growled softly against her neck, teeth brushing lightly over her shoulder as he kissed a line down her collarbone. The water made her skin slick and shiny, every touch amplified, every movement exaggerated. He memorized the way her muscles tensed, how her ass pressed into him, how her small whimpers and breathy moans trembled over her lips.

Her hands wandered down to his chest, gripping, pulling him closer. ”Ohhh... harder... yes... right there... Liam... don’t stop...” she gasped, body quivering, pressed entirely against him. Her wet heat against his cock made him groan, shoving him to the edge of self-control.

He leaned closer, lips traveling across her jaw, neck, shoulder, every kiss a deliberate claim, a mark of possession. His hand glided over her sides again, tracing, teasing, memorizing every inch of wet, soft flesh under his palm.

”Liam... oh fuck... yes... right there... harder... yes...” she whispered, voice ragged with need, tilting her hips against his. The sponge glided over her curves, over her nipples, over the swell of her ass, every movement driving her heat higher, every sigh, every breath, every soft curse sending pulses through him.

He pressed his body fully to hers, cock hard, hips brushing against her ass, letting the friction of their skin and the water amplify the tension. Her back arched against him, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, ”I... I need... you... Liam... yes...”

He chuckled low, teeth grazing her shoulder as he whispered back, ”You’re mine, every inch.” His hands continued their slow, deliberate exploration, sliding over her sides, her stomach, down to the small of her back, up along her spine. She trembled, quivering under his touch, every inch of her alive, soaked, dripping, glistening.

Her legs instinctively pressed against him, wrapping, holding, urging him closer. She moaned softly, breathy, uneven, letting every word be a plea, every sound a demand. ”Liam... oh... yes... harder... gently... fuck... don’t stop...”

He smiled against her skin, letting the water cascade over them both, letting himself drink in the feel of her body under his hands, the way she reacted, the heat rising, the tension building. Every gasp, every shiver, every whispered word pushed him further, until all that mattered was the sensation of her beneath him, the wet, warm, intoxicating skin, the power she unwittingly gave him to drive them both wild.

The hot water poured over them, mixing with their skin, turning the small shower into a sanctuary of heat and sweat and want. Liam pressed his body against Lana’s, one hand gripping her waist tightly while the other slid up along her back, down her spine, teasing the curve of her ass, brushing over her slick, sensitive flesh.

”Liam... ohhh... now... yes, just like that...” she whispered, her voice trembling, low and sharp with need. Her hands tangled in his wet hair, pulling his lips back to hers, pressing them in a deep, greedy kiss that left her breathless.

He tilted her slightly, the angle letting his body press fully against hers. She gasped as her chest pressed into him, nipples brushing his torso, the heat of her skin matching his. ”God... yes... harder... feel me, Liam...” Her voice cracked, a mix of pleading and command, every syllable dripping with desire.

Liam moved one hand between them, sliding over her wet core, feeling how tight and slick she had become under his touch. Lana arched back into him, hips pressing harder, trying to guide him. ”Don’t stop... oh god... right there... deeper... yes... now...” Her words were jagged, frantic, dripping with urgency, each one pulling him further into the rhythm of her body.

She lifted her leg, wrapping it around his hip, forcing him closer, and he groaned, pressing his length fully against her. Lana’s hands roamed freely now, gripping his shoulders, pushing, pulling, guiding, making him feel every inch of her soaking heat.

”Ohhh... yes... harder... Liam... don’t you dare slow down... ohh... right there, yes...” she gasped, voice raw, breath coming in shuddering bursts. Her back arched fully against him, pressing every inch of her body to his, inviting, demanding, teasing.

He leaned in, one hand sliding to cup her breast, thumb rolling over her sensitive nipple, and Lana shivered violently. ”Oh... yes... don’t... stop... harder... press me... I want you, Liam...” Her hips rolled instinctively, grinding, her slick heat brushing over him, each movement drawing a low, guttural groan from his throat.

She grabbed his hair, tugging sharply, and hissed, ”Kiss me... I need you... right now... fuck me... yes...” Her voice was urgent, desperate, and Liam responded without hesitation, pressing his mouth to hers, teeth grazing her bottom lip, tongue tangling with hers, holding her close while letting his hands explore every curve, every slick inch of her.

Lana’s fingers trailed down his back, nails raking slightly, urging him to move faster, harder. ”Yes... deeper... don’t hold back... push... ohhh... right there... Liam...” She tilted her head back, letting him see the raw hunger in her eyes, her lips parted, her body trembling under the steady pressure of his hands and hips.

He shifted slightly, pressing her back against the shower wall, adjusting the angle, letting her feel him inside her fully, every pulse, every movement. Lana gasped sharply, hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in. ”Ohhh... yes... now... harder... right... don’t stop... yes, fuck...” Her words tumbled out in a breathless flood, each one unique, each one a command, a plea, a surrender.

Liam moved his hands down her sides, cupping her ass, lifting slightly, pressing her tighter against him. Lana’s body reacted instinctively, rocking, writhing, twisting. ”Press me... ohhh... yes... fuck... don’t stop... harder... oh god...” Her voice shook, her body trembling, heat spilling in waves through her core, her juices slick against him.

She rolled her hips again, pulling him closer, grinding, letting him feel every slick curve, every clench of her tight walls. ”Yes... Liam... right there... deeper... ohhh... yes... hold me... don’t stop... kiss me... harder...” Her words were a rhythm of lust, urgent, relentless, unrestrained.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers, lips brushing over hers, whispering against her mouth, ”You feel so perfect... so wet... mine...” His hands moved in tandem, exploring, teasing, gripping, making her cry out again in need.

”Ohhh... yes... press... harder... right there... yes... fuck... don’t stop... Liam... ohhh...” Her body shivered violently, hips rolling, back arching, every nerve ending alive, each breathless cry pulling him deeper into the rhythm of her passion.

Liam slid his hands up, over her chest again, pressing, kneading, teasing, letting her feel every inch of him inside her. Lana gasped, clutching him, tilting her head back, letting her hair spill down, water cascading over them both. ”Yes... harder... right there... ohhhh... kiss me... hold me... fuck... don’t stop...” Her words spilled like fire, commanding, raw, urgent.

She pressed her body fully against him, grinding, writhing, pushing her hips in response to every stroke, every thrust, letting her wet heat coat him, marking him. ”Ohhh... yes... right there... deeper... don’t stop... fuck me... yes... Liam...”

The water poured over them, steam rising, mixing with their heat, with their scent, with the slick, raw electricity of their bodies moving together. Lana’s cries, her demands, her breathless, desperate words filled the space, each one different, each one a command, a surrender, a confession of desire.

He leaned down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her neck, shoulder, jaw, while hands roamed, driving her higher, feeling her tighten around him, each movement pushing her closer to the edge.

”Liam... yes... oh god... harder... don’t stop... press me... fuck... right there...” Her voice was a low, breathless scream of need, her body trembling, shivering, clenching, quivering.

And as he held her close, feeling every pulse, every wave of her pleasure, every quiver, he knew this moment—this heat, this desire, this raw, unrestrained intimacy—was theirs alone, and nothing would compare to it.