pertwk Chapter 496 Horseplay
Chapter 496 Horseplay
He started moving his hips.
The first slow thrust dragged a broken little sound out of Lana’s throat.
"Oh godddd," she let out, her voice shaky and higher than usual. That was it. That single sound told Liam everything he needed to know.
He kissed her neck, lips pressing against her warm porcelain skin as he pulled back almost completely, only to sink into her again in one long, deliberate stroke. Her pussy was impossibly wet and soft, gripping him tightly as he filled her completely. Every inch of his cock stretched her open, sliding deeper into that incredible heat.
Lana’s hands flew up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as her body arched beneath him. Her full breasts pressed firmly against his chest with the movement, her hardened nipples rubbing against his muscles.
Liam took his time. He didn’t rush. He savored every single sensation — the way her slick walls fluttered around him, the wet sounds their bodies made every time he pushed back inside, the sweet scent of her arousal mixing with the faint smell of her shampoo. He kissed along her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just below her ear before moving lower.
Lana moaned softly, her long dark brown hair spread wildly across the pillow. Her green eyes were half-lidded, burning with need as she looked up at him.
He captured her lips again, this time deeper. Their tongues met, slow and sensual at first, tasting each other as he continued those lazy, deep rolls of his hips. He sucked on her tongue gently, then harder, drawing another whimper from her that vibrated straight into his mouth.
Liam’s hand moved between them, cupping one of her heavy breasts. He squeezed it softly, feeling its perfect weight in his palm, before lowering his head. He kissed the soft mound, trailing his lips over the smooth skin until he reached her nipple. He took it into his mouth, sucking slowly, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak while his hips kept moving in that same unhurried rhythm.
Lana’s back arched sharply off the bed.
"Ahh... Liam..." she breathed, one hand sliding into his dark brown hair, gripping it tightly as she held him against her chest.
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same slow, devoted attention — licking, sucking, gently grazing his teeth over her sensitive nipple until she was squirming underneath him. All the while, his cock continued sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, never speeding up, just deep and steady, letting her feel every thick inch.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of their bodies connecting, her soft moans, and the occasional low groan from deep in Liam’s chest. He could feel how much wetter she was getting with every thrust, her juices coating his cock and leaking down onto the sheets.
Slowly, the pace began to build.
Liam started thrusting harder, still controlled, but with more force behind each movement. The sound of his hips meeting her ass grew louder, sharper. He released her breast with a wet pop and kissed her again, this time more hungrily. Their tongues tangled aggressively as he slammed into her deeper, grinding against her clit with every thrust.
Lana’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer. Her heels dug into his lower back as she tried to take him even deeper. Her full breasts bounced with every powerful thrust now, the sight hypnotic as he looked down between them.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and buried his face in her neck again, sucking harder on her skin while one hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled against her neck, his voice rough with lust.
Lana’s moans were getting louder, more desperate. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock with every deep slam, almost trying to pull him back in whenever he withdrew. She was soaking, her juices making every thrust smoother and wetter.
Liam straightened up slightly, gripping her narrow waist with both hands as he started fucking her harder. The bed began to creak rhythmically beneath them. He watched her breasts bounce heavily with every powerful thrust, her beautiful face flushed with pleasure, green eyes glassy and locked on him.
He leaned down again, sucking one of her breasts into his mouth as much as he could, tongue flicking rapidly over her nipple while he pounded into her. Lana cried out, her hand tightening painfully in his hair as her body trembled beneath him.
She was getting close. He could feel it in the way she tightened around him, in the frantic way her hips started meeting his thrusts, in the broken moans spilling from her lips.
Liam didn’t stop. He kept that intense rhythm, slamming his cock into her dripping pussy again and again, sucking and kissing her breasts, occasionally coming up to claim her mouth and suck on her tongue like he couldn’t get enough of her taste.
Lana’s head fell back against the pillow, her hair a complete mess now. Her body was flushed, covered in a light sheen of sweat, breasts bouncing wildly as he drove into her harder and deeper.
She looked absolutely wrecked with pleasure.
And she clearly wanted more.
Lana’s body suddenly tensed beneath him. With surprising strength, she pushed against his chest and rolled them over in one smooth motion. Liam let her, falling onto his back on the bed with a low grunt. Now she was on top, straddling his waist, her hair cascading down around them like a messy curtain.
She didn’t waste a second.
Lana reached down between their bodies, her soft hand wrapping around his thick, slick cock. She stroked him once, twice, feeling how wet he was with her own juices, then guided the swollen head back to her dripping entrance. With a slow, deliberate push of her hips, she sank down onto him, taking every inch in one smooth glide.
Liam’s head fell back against the pillow.
"Fuck..." he groaned deeply, the feeling of her tight, incredibly soft pussy swallowing him whole again nearly short-circuiting his brain.
Lana laid herself fully on top of him, her breasts spilling warmly across his chest. The soft, pillowy weight of them pressed against him as she settled, her hardened nipples dragging across his skin. A soft groan escaped Liam’s mouth as his hands instinctively moved down to grab her ass, gripping the full, firm cheeks tightly, fingers sinking into the smooth flesh.
He was just about to start thrusting up into her when Lana placed both hands on his chest and whispered breathlessly,
"Let me."
Her green eyes were burning with raw hunger as she looked down at him. Liam’s grip on her ass tightened, but he stayed still, letting her take control.
And take control she did.
Lana started moving.
At first, she rolled her hips in slow, deep circles, grinding her clit against him with every rotation. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, hot and soaking wet. Liam could feel every inch of her inner walls dragging along his length as she moved. Her breasts swayed against his chest with the motion, soft and warm.
But she didn’t stay slow for long.
Soon her movements became faster, more aggressive. Lana planted her hands firmly on his chest for leverage and began riding him properly — lifting her hips and slamming herself back down onto his cock with increasing force. The wet, obscene sound of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the room, mixing with her growing moans and his low groans.
She rode him hard.
Her hips moved with a wild, almost desperate rhythm, bouncing up and down on his thick cock. Every time she came down, she took him to the hilt, her dripping pussy swallowing him completely before rising again. Her breasts bounced heavily with every powerful drop, the sight mesmerizing as they jiggled inches from his face.
Liam’s hands stayed glued to her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks as she rode him, occasionally helping guide her movements when she slammed down particularly hard. The feeling was insane — her pussy felt even hotter and softer in this position, gripping him like velvet fire.
Lana leaned forward slightly, her hair falling around both their faces as she looked directly into his eyes. She kissed him hungrily, sucking on his tongue while continuing to ride him relentlessly. The new angle made her breasts press even more firmly against his chest, her nipples rubbing against him with every bounce.
She broke the kiss, breathing hard and fast, and straightened up again. Now fully upright, she rode him even more intensely — hips slamming down with force, ass rippling every time she bottomed out on his cock. Sweat glistened on her porcelain skin, making her glow in the afternoon light streaming through the curtains.
Liam watched her in awe — the way her narrow waist twisted and rolled, the way her heavy breasts bounced wildly, the flushed expression of pure pleasure on her beautiful face. Her green eyes were half-lidded, lips parted as moan after moan spilled from her mouth.
"Yes... just like that..." she gasped, riding him harder, faster, chasing the overwhelming sensation.
Liam’s fingers dug deeper into her ass as he groaned, fighting the urge to flip her over and take back control. But he let her have it. He let her fuck him exactly how she wanted.
The bed creaked loudly under them. The sound of her soaked pussy taking his cock again and again echoed through the room. Lana’s moans grew louder, more broken, as she lost herself completely in riding him, her hips moving with frantic energy, slamming down over and over, grinding hard at the bottom of every stroke.
She looked absolutely stunning like this — wild, beautiful, and completely lost in pleasure.