[Option 1: Let her pick up the phone. +5 Lust Points]
[Option 2: "We're not done yet." Spank her ass. +35 Lust Points]
Liam's eyes locked onto Option 2.
'Thirty-five points. That'd shoot her straight back to max and lock in the next step.'
He selected immediately, already hyped knowing what was coming next.
Time crashed back into motion.
Clara, still kneeling, reached for the vibrating phone, her back to him.
"We're not done yet," Liam said, his voice low and commanding.
Smack!
He slapped her sharply on the ass, right through her jeans.
The sound cracked through the quiet room. Clara gasped and jerked forward, missing the phone entirely. She whipped around to stare at him, eyes wide, red already blooming across her cheeks.
[+35 Lust Points Earned]
She scrambled back, palms planted on the rug for balance, still kneeling between his legs. She stared up at him, bewildered and angry.
"What was that for?" Clara rubbed the spot through her jeans, her voice uneven. "I was just checking my phone. Did I do something wrong?"
Liam watched the conflict play across her face, shock wrestling with confusion.
Time froze.
[Option 1: "I was just cleaning a stain on your cloth, I'm so sorry." +5 Lust Points]
[Option 2: "That was punishment for being distracted when I'm not done with you." +10 Lust Points]
Liam selected, then reached out and slid his hand into her hair. His fingers curled gently as he tilted her head back, guiding her gaze to meet his.
Time resumed.
"That was punishment for being distracted when I'm not done with you," Liam stated, his voice a low, gravelly reprimand. He gave her hair a small tug, making her wince slightly.
Clara's furious blush deepened, her lips pressed together.
For a moment, she looked ready to argue, but the intense, unyielding heat in his eyes and the residual sting on her ass, stopped her. She lowered her gaze, her eyes fixed on his thighs.
'What's happening?'
A minute ago he'd been soft with her, almost tender, and now he'd completely shifted.
She should have been furious.
Kyle had tried something like this once and she'd shot him down instantly. But Liam was different.
The way he just decided things, so certain, didn't make her want to argue.
Her breath caught, and whatever resistance she'd had just disappeared.
"I won't do it again," she whispered. She felt embarrassed, but there was something else underneath, like some part of her had already given in without asking permission.
Above her head, the number flashed once more.
[100/100]
Liam smiled like he'd just won something big. "Perfect. Maxed out again."
He released her hair but kept his hands on her, sliding them around her waist to pull her up and over his lap, forcing her to straddle him.
Clara gasped at the sudden, dominating movement.
Her hips settled perfectly against his groin, and the residual sting on her ass from the slap made her wince slightly.
"My butt hurts," Clara mumbled, feeling her face flush. She kept her eyes down.
"What do you want me to do?"
The way she said it, so willing, hit him almost as hard as having her in his lap. Liam paused, a smile spreading across his face.
'Shit. I didn't think about that part.' he thought, his erection pulsing beneath her.
'If only the system gave a sex manual.' Liam's mind wandered, getting caught up in the possibility before his thoughts drifted to Tasha again giving him a titjob on the roof.
Then his eyes dropped to the fabric covering Clara chest. Even in that oversized sweater, he could tell Clara breast were massive compare to Tasha.
A sudden, intense craving hit him.
'I want that. And what better way to test this than trying what worked before?' Liam thought to himself as he rubbed his jaw, nodding seriously to himself like some kind of philosopher.
Clara watched patiently waiting for him to actually say something.
Liam lifted a finger and pointed directly at the sweater-covered mounds.
"Use them," Liam growled, his voice a low, direct command.
Clara followed his gaze down, then looked back up at him, her eyes going wide as she instinctively covered her chest with her arms.
"Are you sure?" she whispered, her cheeks flushing.
"Definitely," Liam replied, "That's exactly what I want. Take it off." His voice still keeping the same tone
"Okay" Clara reached for the hem of her sweater. With a sudden, decisive movement, she tugged it up, pulling the fabric over her head.
Clara gasped as the sweater came off.
Underneath, she was wearing a sheer, black lace bra, more of a teasing harness than actual support.
It held her surprisingly large breasts high and tight. The contrast between the overtly sexy lingerie and the size of her huge boobs was intoxicating.
Liam let his gaze linger, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, well, Clara. Wearing something like that casually? Naughty girl." He ran a finger along the delicate lace.
Clara jolted, deeply embarrassed that he was seeing her like this.
"It's… what Kyle liked," she whispered, dropping her eyes. "He only makes me get this type."
Liam's smirk vanished.
'That bastard was enjoying all this, I hope he drops dead.' Liam thought to himself as a possessive rage formed
"Take it off" Liam said his voice loosing every bit of little
Clara noticed the sudden shift in Liam's expression.
'He's mad about the bra. What if he hates how I look now? I wasn't this big before he left.'
She didn't want to be on his bad side, but the thought kept nagging at her
But disobeying him felt worse. She quickly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Her huge melons dropped, presenting their size and fullness. The skin was clear, and the large nipples were a soft pink, visibly inverted.
'Wow!' Liam thought, his mouth slightly open like he withness one of the second great wonders of the world in front of him.
'I knew he would hate it, no guy really—'.
Liam placed both hands on her melons.
It wasn't his first time seeing a woman's chest, but this was the first time he'd seen something this big.
He couldn't help himself but to grab them tight.
Clara let out a small, sharp moan as he gripped them.
'Can't even hold it all completely,' Liam thought, adjusting his hands like he was going to loose them, squeezing her breasts harder, ignoring the muffled sounds of discomfort now mixed with pleasure from Clara.
"Let's get started," Liam said, his voice firm.
Clara nodded, her anxiety fading under his touch, then he pulled away.
She grabbed the sides of her huge breasts, positioning them to make sure Liam's cock was placed right in the middle, forming the tightest possible sleeve.
Clara was shocked to see that Liam's erection was still able to show itself out of the top, even completely enclosed by her large chest.
"What's wrong?" Liam noticed the surprise on her face.
'Your ex sure as hell didn't have this, huh?'
"Nothing," Clara replied, getting herself back from the brief distraction.
She lowered her head and slowly dropped spit onto Liam's cock, making sure it was slick and well-fixed in the channel she'd created.
Then, she began.
She pressed her chest fully into him and started to rock her hips, using her breasts to gently fuck him.
The movement was slow at first, the plush friction of her flesh cushioning his thrusts.
Liam leaned back slightly, his eyes closed, letting her set the pace. It was warm, deep, and incredibly soft, a slow burn of pressure and heat.
Clara continued the rhythmic motion, her body beginning to sway with a natural grace.
She watched his face, encouraged by the deep lines of pleasure etched around his mouth.
"Fuck, Clara," Liam muttered, his eyes opening. "These are perfect. The way they—"
'He loves them'
The sudden praise for the one part of her body she feared he'd overlook hit her hard. Confidence flushed through her, wiping the doubt away.
She leaned in and pressed her breasts tighter around him.
The shift changed everything.
Her chest slid along his length in a slow, deliberate rhythm, warm skin gliding over him with each pass.
The sound of it filled the room, a slick, heated glide that made Liam's breath fracture.
'Fuuuccck… what was that?'
His whole body jolted at the contact, pleasure ripping through him sharper than before.
Clara felt his tension surge.
She arched her back slightly, squeezing him between her breasts as she picked up speed.
Each movement created a firmer pull, her skin molding around him as she pumped her chest up and down, keeping him trapped in that soft, warm pressure.
Liam let out a sharp breath he couldn't control.
The sensation knocked thought out of his head.
Her pace stayed steady, then tightened again, each stroke focused.
He felt every shift of her weight, every press of her boobs around his.
She stayed on him as she moved, lips sealed around the tip while her chest pressed around his length.
Each stroke kept her mouth and boobs working together, her warmth and pressure locked in place as she pushed her body harder against him.
The wet sound grew louder. Her breath grew heavier. Liam's hips twitched upward without thinking, meeting her movements in small, needy pulses.
Clara squeezed harder, pushing her chest together with a determined focus that made the pressure almost overwhelming.
Then she lowered her head again, her tongue shooting out to find the small, sensitive hole at the very tip of his cock.
That tiny jolt tore through him.
Liam's body locked. He let out a raw, broken sound as release hit him hard.
Heat spilled over her chest in thick bursts, streaking across her melons and collarbone while she kept him pinned between her boobs, holding him through every pulse and tremor.
His hands dug into her boobs, gripping them without thinking as the last shakes ran through him.
When he finally sagged back, his breath was uneven and his mind burned out.
A translucent notification flickered into view.
[+1 heart unlocked]
[Progress: 1/3 Hearts]
A slow grin spread across his face, lazy and satisfied.
Bzz-bzz.
Liam phone vibrated inside his pocket.
Liam grabbed it.
The screen showed a notification from his bank.
[Alert: $10,000.00 USD received from UNKNOWN SOURCE.]
Liam's eyes widened. 'It worked.'
Liam's grin stretched wider.
The pattern was confirmed, he had a clear, repeatable strategy.
Before he could savor the victory, three heavy thuds shook the front door.
'Who's that?'