Farmboy becomes King with the Lust System

When he lifted her, it was as if she weighed nothing at all. Jae's strength felt effortless, and for a moment she was caught between surprise and a flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with being carried.

Her breath caught, a small gasp slipping out before she could stop it. He didn't set her down right away. Instead, he sat and shifted her so she was across his legs, one arm still firm around her.

Their lips met again, slow at first, then with more heat. His breath mingled with hers, warm and quickening, and she found herself leaning in without thinking. Her hands slid up his chest, gripping lightly at his shirt, not wanting to let go.

The rhythm of their kisses built, unhurried but deeper, every movement pulling her closer into him. Her chest rose and fell with short, uneven breaths, her heartbeat thudding so hard she was sure he could feel it.

Her robe loosened under his touch, the sash giving way with barely a tug. The silk slipped down her shoulder, brushing her skin on its way, making her shiver.

She became aware of how close they were, how there was almost no space left between them now. His palm moved slowly up her back, fingers splayed, steady and warm, urging her against him. She felt cocooned in the heat of his body, the faint scent of his skin mixing with the air between them.

He broke from her lips and began trailing kisses down the side of her jaw, the scrape of his breath against her skin making her tilt her head without thinking.

His mouth lingered at her neck, pressing there with slow intent. Each kiss seemed to claim a piece of her, and each pause between them made her ache for the next.

He didn't rush. He took his time, moving to her collarbone, brushing his lips lightly before dipping lower.

She let him lay her back against the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight, the faint creak of it filling the brief quiet.

The fabric of her robe slid further open as he undid more of it, letting it fall in loose folds. His eyes swept over her as if memorizing every inch before lowering himself again.

His mouth found her neck once more, slower this time, then wandered to her thigh. He kissed along the inside, the warm press of his lips against her skin making her muscles tense and relax at the same time.

Every kiss left a ghost of heat that seemed to bloom wider after he moved on. He made his way upward, lips brushing her abdomen, moving in an unbroken trail that made her toes curl. Her breaths came shorter, her stomach tightening with each pass.

Then his hand slid between her legs. His finger pressed and slipped inside her, warm and sure. The sudden stretch made her gasp, a soft moan following before she could swallow it down.

He moved slowly, the pace steady enough to make her strain for more. Each push in and out was deliberate, his fingertip curling upward inside her in a way that sent a sharp tremor through her.

Her head tilted back against the pillow, lips parting as his thumb brushed her most sensitive spot. The small, circular pressure there made her breath falter, her hips giving a slight involuntary twitch.

Her hands fisted in the sheets beside her, nails catching on the fabric. The warmth in her center spread, curling low and pulling every muscle taut.

He kept the rhythm for a while, holding her on the edge, making every sound escape her in small, helpless bursts. Then he lowered his head between her thighs and replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The wet heat of him against her made her hips jolt upward. His tongue moved with purpose, slow at first, then shifting, tasting, teasing. The air seemed too thick to breathe, her lungs catching as Yuna let out a louder cry.

Her body reacted without her permission, pushing toward him, chasing the movements. He switched between soft licks and firmer strokes, finding the spots that made her voice crack.

The sounds leaving her were raw, unpolished, pulled from somewhere deep. He didn't stop, didn't ease up, even when her thighs trembled around his head.

The pressure built until she couldn't hold it back. Her voice rose, her back arching sharply as her orgasm broke over her, wave after wave making her shudder.

When the shaking eased, she sank back, chest still rising and falling quickly. His hand slid along her thigh, slow and almost soothing, before delivering a light spank that made her gasp again. The sound was sharp in the quiet room.

He straightened and pushed his pants down, letting them drop to the floor. Her eyes followed the movement without meaning to. He took his dick in hand, dragging it along her thigh, then up to her abdomen.

The skin there felt the contrast, his heat, his hardness. Every pass made her muscles clench in anticipation.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered if she could see how hard he was for her. The low rumble of his voice slid straight through her, making her whimper softly. Her eyes met his, and she told him in a breathless voice that she wanted him.

His mouth curved in a small smile. He shifted, guiding himself to her entrance, the blunt head pressing against her.

Slowly, he pushed forward, the stretch making her groan in both discomfort and need. He paused, holding still, his forehead pressing lightly to hers. The kiss he placed there was soft, meant to steady her

Her breaths came in shallow pulls, her hands gripping at his shoulders. When she gave him the smallest nod, he began to push deeper. She gasped again, feeling him fill her inch by inch until he was all the way in, the sensation overwhelming.

He pulled back partway, then slid in again, his pace steady, almost careful. Each thrust eased the tension until the ache gave way to something warmer, heavier.

Her breaths quickened, her voice breaking into louder moans. Soon, the words slipped out between gasps, telling him to go faster.

And he did, driving into her with growing urgency, each movement pulling another sound from her lips.