Chapter 286 Under Her Control (R-18)

Lilith didn’t waste any more time.

She moved with confidence now—slow, but certain. Her hands stayed on his chest, her hips still firmly straddling him. Liam was beneath her, breathing heavier with each passing second, but she didn’t let him touch her yet. Not fully. She liked the restraint. Liked knowing that even he, as strong and reckless as he was, could hold still under her control.

Her fingers found his belt again. She pulled it loose in one clean motion. The leather slid from the loops with a sharp, final sound. Then she tossed it aside, not even glancing at where it landed.

Next came the button on his pants. She popped it open easily, then the zipper, all while keeping her eyes locked on his. No teasing now—just business. Her body moved with heat and purpose.

She leaned forward as her hand slipped beneath the waistband, brushing over his dick that had been growing hard for her. Her palm wrapped around him, slow and steady, and she gave him just enough friction to make his breath catch. He grunted, eyes narrowing at her, but he didn’t say a word.

"Still going to be quiet?" she asked.

He smirked, jaw tight. "Trying."

Lilith’s robe slid down further as she adjusted her hips. The silk dropped fully off her shoulders and bared everything.

And Liam saw all of her.

Her chest was full, natural and firm, her breasts bouncing slightly with every movement. Her skin was flawless—smooth, a soft golden tone that caught the light with every shift. Her curves were full and commanding: a narrow waist, wide hips, and thighs that squeezed around him with a dangerous grip. Her stomach was flat and toned, but still soft in the way a woman’s body should be. Her nipples were already tight from the tension between them, standing out proudly against her perfect skin.

Liam’s eyes locked on her body as she hovered over him, robe now bunched at her elbows and forgotten. Her posture was strong, back straight, chest forward, like a goddess claiming her prize.

She looked down at him, breathing through her nose, heat rising in her eyes. "Now we stop pretending."

She reached between her legs and gripped him again. He was fully hard now, his size fitting perfectly in her palm. She guided him forward, dragging the tip slowly against the slick heat between her thighs. Her pussy already soaked, her entrance pulsing slightly as she rubbed him over it.

Liam sucked in a breath as she slid along him—not entering yet, just rubbing, spreading her warmth across his skin.

But Lilith was done teasing.

She lifted her hips slightly, then eased down—slow, deep, deliberate.

Her inside stretched to take him in, inch by inch. She exhaled softly as he filled her, her inner walls tightening around him. Liam groaned low in his throat, his fingers gripping her thighs as she sank down all the way, until he was buried inside her to the base.

She held there for a second, adjusting, letting the fullness settle in.

Then she opened her eyes, looked straight at him, and said, "Now stay right there."

And she began to move.

Her hips rolled slowly at first, letting his dick drag against every part of her insides. She moaned low and deep as the friction built, then she leaned forward slightly, hands pressing on his chest to anchor herself.

Liam’s face tensed as she started to ride him properly—harder now, with every thrust pushing her down until she slapped against his hips.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, her body rising and falling, skin glistening under the dim light. Her hair stuck slightly to her neck, strands falling across her face as she lost herself in the rhythm.

Liam’s hands finally moved, gripping her waist tightly now, but not stopping her. He wouldn’t dare. She was in charge, and she was riding him like she owned him.

Lilith moaned again, louder this time, her voice raw and unfiltered. "You feel that?" she panted. "That’s mine. Every inch of you."

He grunted again, head tilted back, teeth clenched. "Keep saying it."

She slammed down harder. "Mine."

Her hands moved to his shoulders now as she changed the angle slightly, grinding her hips forward with every motion. His dick hit deeper, dragging across her most sensitive spot again and again until her thighs trembled.

She gasped, nails digging into his skin, pace quickening.

"You’re not... gonna win this one," she said between breaths.

Liam’s voice was hoarse. "Wasn’t trying to."

She smirked through the heat, her hips pounding down faster now, building a rhythm that echoed in the room with every wet sound between their bodies. Her pleasure was rising sharp and fast, her whole body tightening with need.

She leaned forward again, chest pressed against his, her lips near his ear. "I’m gonna finish first," she whispered. "And you’re gonna feel every second of it."

His hands dug into her lower back as she drove herself down harder, grinding in deep with every thrust, her folds slick and soaked, coating him completely.

She was close.

And she wasn’t slowing down.

Her body rose and fell with controlled aggression, her hips slamming into his, each thrust deeper than the last. Her soaked pussy gripped him so tightly it almost hurt, her folds molding to his shape like they were made to take him—and only him.

Liam’s eyes stayed locked on her, breathing hard, jaw tight with restraint. But even he was breaking now. The way she moved, the sound of her wet pussy slapping down on him, the sight of her body—flushed, glistening, and grinding with abandon—was enough to crack through any discipline he had left.

Her breasts bounced violently with every movement, nipples firm and begging for his touch, but she didn’t let him reach. Every time his hands tried to move upward, she pinned them back down and whispered one word: "No."

She wanted him to feel, not take.

Her body was in full control—and she loved it.

Her head tilted back as she rode him harder, her throat exposed, her moans growing louder, throatier. Her inner walls clenched around him as she bounced, her rhythm raw, her movements fast and soaked. Her thighs were trembling now with every downward slam, the pressure building fast inside her.

Liam grunted, his head pushing back into the floor, eyes narrowing. "Lilith... you’re about to—"

"I know," she gasped, grinding forward in circles now, the angle pressing him into her deepest spot. "Don’t... stop... don’t move."

He didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Her whole body was starting to shake now, her pace erratic and wild. She dropped forward suddenly, chest crashing into his as she held onto his shoulders and started to move like she was possessed. Her legs tightened around his waist like a vise, her breath caught in her throat.

And then she came.

Hard.

Her entire body convulsed as she cried out against his neck, her nails dragging across his back as she gripped him like she never wanted to let go. Her walls clenched violently around him, wave after wave hitting her as she rode out the high, still grinding and thrusting even as her body collapsed from the tension.

Her slick heat pulsed around him, dripping down onto his thighs, soaking them both completely.

Liam’s arms finally wrapped around her—tight. He didn’t thrust, but he held her still as her climax crashed through her in trembling waves.

Her lips pressed against his neck, breath ragged. "Don’t move," she whispered again, weaker now. "Just... stay there."

She lay on his chest for several seconds, her body twitching occasionally from aftershocks. Her breathing was broken, chest rising and falling fast, sweat dripping between them. Her golden hair clung to her cheeks and neck.

Liam waited.

Waited until she lifted her head slowly, her eyes hazy but locked back onto his. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted and wet. But that fire in her eyes hadn’t gone out.

She wasn’t finished.

She sat up again, his length still fully inside her, still hard and twitching.

"You didn’t finish," she said softly, brushing her fingers over his chest. "I felt you... holding it back."

"I was giving you your moment," he said, voice low.

She leaned forward again, kissed him deep—this time slower, less aggressive but just as hot. "I want you to lose control."

"Careful," he warned, breath brushing her lips. "You say that, and I will."

Lilith smiled as she began to move again. This time it wasn’t rough—it was steady, deep, controlled. Her body slid along his shaft, dragging her soaked core up and down over him, her pussy parting with ease as she guided every inch back inside her.

"You can take it," she whispered. "Don’t hold back now."

And Liam didn’t.

He gripped her waist with both hands, harder this time, helping her move now. His hips stayed planted to the floor, but his strength met her rhythm, adding pressure, depth, power. Every time she came down, he met her halfway.

Their bodies clapped together now, loud and messy.

Lilith moaned again, biting her lip as the sensation reignited everything in her nerves. She felt him pulsing inside her now, thick and swollen, ready to release.

"Liam..."

Her voice cracked slightly.

"Do it," she whispered. "Let go."

He didn’t need more permission.

His body tensed sharply, hands gripping her hips like a vice as he let himself release fully. His shaft jerked deep inside her as his climax tore through him—hot, fast, overwhelming. He emptied himself into her with full pressure, groaning low in his throat, eyes shut tight as the waves hit him.

Lilith shuddered as she felt the warmth flood into her, her body twitching again at the sensation of being filled completely. She didn’t move. She just sat there—buried deep on top of him, his heat soaking into her.

Their bodies were still connected, still locked together in the thick air of the room.

She rested her hands on his chest again, breath shaky, her thighs still trembling slightly.

"Damn..." she muttered with a grin, brushing sweaty hair off her face.

Liam exhaled with a faint laugh. "You’re dangerous."

Lilith leaned forward and pressed a slow, soft kiss to his lips—very different from the ones before. This one was warm. Steady. Calmer.

"I know," she whispered. "But now I feel a lot better."

She finally rolled off him, collapsing at his side, both of them soaked, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling in silence.

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