Farmboy becomes King with the Lust System

She felt his hands slip around her waist, firm and certain, anchoring her in place. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and the rhythm of their breathing. His grip tightened slightly as he pulled her closer. There was a tension in the air, but it wasn't rushed. It felt deliberate.

Without a word, he sank to his knees behind her. The sudden shift caught her off guard. Before she could ask what he was doing, she felt his mouth press against her thigh.

A slow exhale left her lips. Then his tongue traced upward to her juicy warm pussy and a sharp gasp escaped her. "Ah"

She hadn't expected that.

The way he moved, unhurried and focused, sent her pulse racing. Her body reacted before her mind did. Her fingers dug into the edge of the couch for balance as his tongue teased her pussy again, slower this time, more deliberate.

She shivered, knees going weak, a low sound escaping her throat as the tension built.

Every breath grew shallower.

He began to move faster, his tongue swirling, darting, probing, exploring the sensitive folds of Elise's pussy The longer he lingered there, the harder it became to think clearly. Her hips shifted without her meaning to.

The sensation was overwhelming, not just because of the act itself, but because of how he was doing it, like he had nowhere else to be, like this moment was enough.

She moaned, louder this time. Her voice echoed faintly against the walls.

And then he stopped.

The absence of his mouth was jarring, and she twisted her head to look over her shoulder.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked, half out of breath.

Jae chuckled. That low, amused sound of his always came with trouble.

"The patient dog," he said, voice close to her ear now, "gets the fattest bone… or rod, in this case."

She groaned under her breath at the dumb line, but she couldn't even bring herself to care.

Especially not with the heat of him pressing against her from behind. Her heart was still pounding. Her body was already sensitive. She wasn't sure she could take more teasing.

Then she felt him shift.

One hand slid up her back, steadying her. The other guided his rod between her legs. When he pressed against her pussy entrance , it was with quiet control. No rush. No force. Just a slow, steady pressure.

She sucked in a breath, her muscles tightening reflexively. The stretch made her wince at first, but he didn't push further. He waited, hands on her hips, breathing slow, until she relaxed enough to nod.

"Keep going," she murmured.

He moved deeper, inch by inch, each motion smooth and measured. Her body adjusted gradually, the discomfort fading into something heavier, more heated.

Her hands gripped the edge of the couch again, knuckles white, trying to stay grounded as he filled her completely

Then he started to move. Not fast, slow and deep, pulling back just enough before sliding in again. She let out a shaky breath, her body reacting instinctively. The rhythm was steady, each thrust sending a new wave of sensation through her.

And when his hand slid up to wrap gently around her neck, she bit her lip hard.

The mix of pressure, pace, and tension made it hard to focus. Every thought blurred. Every nerve felt lit. Her body trembled beneath him, not from fear, but from the overload of sensation.

And when her orgasm hit, it tore through her so suddenly that she cried out, her whole body jerking forward. Her knees nearly gave way.

Her chest rose and fell in sharp bursts as she slumped forward, skin flushed and nerves humming.

She barely noticed when he leaned down and kissed the side of her neck.

"You good?" he asked softly, brushing her hair away from her face.

She nodded, still catching her breath.

Then he paused again. His voice dropped a bit lower.

"Want to try something else?" he asked.

She looked back at him, eyes still hazy

"Like what?"

He ran a hand between her legs again, fingers gathering the juices there before pulling back.

His hand moved lower, trailing toward her asshole. She tensed slightly, but didn't pull away.

"Only if you're okay with it," he said.

There was a pause. She hesitated, not because she was scared, but because it was unfamiliar. Still, she trusted him, and something in her was curious. She gave a slow nod.

"I trust you," she said.

He kissed her shoulder, then slowly pressed his finger against the tight ring. The pressure was sharp at first, but he didn't force it. He eased his way in, little by little, letting her body adjust.

She gasped when he slipped inside, her ring tightening around him. He moved carefully, testing how much she could take, working her hole open with gentle precision.

Her breathing changed again. Slower now. Controlled.

He took his time, never pushing too far too fast, never breaking the rhythm of her comfort.

His other hand rested on her hip, thumb brushing her skin. When she finally seemed more relaxed, he pulled back slightly and looked at her.

"You ready?" he asked.

She paused, thinking. Then she nodded. "Yeah."

He shifted position behind her, guiding himself into place. The tip of his dick pressed against the tight entrance, and he waited there, giving her one last chance to stop him. When she didn't, he pushed slowly.

The resistance was real. Her body clenched down instinctively, and a rough sound left her lips, half discomfort, half surprise. He paused immediately, his hands steady on her waist, letting her catch her breath.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah… just keep going," she said.

So he did.

He moved carefully, slowly pressing forward as her ring adjusted around his dick.

Her body tensed again, then gradually gave way, letting him in deeper. It took time, more time than before, but eventually, he was fully inside her ass.

She let out a low exhale, her body still tense but no longer rigid.

For him, the sensation was intense , tighter, more controlled, more gripping than anything he'd felt. There was heat, pressure, and an almost unfamiliar rhythm to it. He held himself still, giving them both a moment to adjust.