Milf Cashback System:Every beauty I spend on makes me richer

Liam closed the study door behind him and locked it out of habit.

The silence inside the room felt heavier than usual. He set his phone on the desk and the screen lit up with a missed call notification.

Grace.

The name sat there for a few seconds before he unlocked the phone and stared at the timestamp.

She had called while he was outside with Renee. He hadn’t heard it. He hadn’t been thinking about anything except the way Renee’s body had reacted against the shed.

He remembered the promise he had made her. The car. The quiet way she had looked at him when he told her he would come back.

Part of him still intended to keep that promise. But not now. Not while the villa was full of unclaimed women and the System’s cashback multiplier was sitting idle.

He needed the claims first.

An idea surfaced while he was still looking at Grace’s name. Her house was old. Small.

He had already bought her a car. The cashback on that purchase had been massive.

If he brought her here if he gave her a room in the villa and folded her into the same arrangement as the others every future expense on her would trigger the same five-times return.

Another permanent channel. Another multiplier. He could go to her after.

After he finished with the women already under his roof.

Liam locked the phone and set it face-down.

Multi Claim was ready. He had only ever used a dual version before. Four at once was a different scale. Dominant, prolonged, demanding. He didn’t know if his body would hold out the way he wanted it to.

Most of the women he had taken over the years hadn’t lasted long once he stopped holding back. Size alone ended things early more often than not. That had never been his problem to solve. It was theirs.

Still.

He believed in the System. He believed in his own stamina. And Jessica hard, still remained on the list. He would leave her for later.

Renee was the open door. The others could follow once the first claim landed and the multiplier locked in.

He was still turning the logistics over in his mind when the knock came.Three short taps. Steady. Not Jack’s heavier pattern.

Liam looked at the door.

"Come in."

The handle turned. Renee stepped inside and closed the door behind her with care. She was still in the same black fitted shirt and dark pants from the grounds.

Her hair was slightly messy from the wind. Her face was composed, but the composure looked like it was being held in place by force.

She didn’t speak immediately. Her eyes moved across the room once desk, window, bed before settling on him.

"I need to talk to you," she said."About the checks?"

"No." Renee took one step further into the room and stopped. Her hands were at her sides, fingers slightly curled. The same flush that had been on her neck outside had not fully faded.

"About what happened outside," she said. "It can’t happen like that again. Liam leaned back against the edge of the desk and watched her.

"You’re right." Renee’s shoulders loosened a fraction, as if she had expected an argument. She exhaled and glanced at the door she had just closed.

"I came to say that. And to make sure we understand each other."

"We do." She nodded once, but she didn’t leave. The silence stretched. Renee’s eyes dropped to his mouth for half a second before she forced them back up.

Her breathing was not as steady as she wanted it to be. The heavy shape of her breasts rose and fell under the tight shirt in a rhythm that had nothing to do with walking up the stairs.

Liam pushed off the desk and walked toward her.Renee held her ground, but her chin lifted a fraction as he closed the distance.

When he stopped in front of her, the space between them was small enough that the heat of her body reached him.

"You didn’t come up here just to set a boundary," he said.Renee’s jaw tightened. Yes I did. "Then why are you still standing here?"

She didn’t answer. Her throat moved as she swallowed. Liam lifted a hand and brushed his knuckles along the side of her neck. Her skin was hot.

She flinched at the contact, but she didn’t step back. When his thumb traced the line of her jaw, her eyes fluttered half-shut before she locked them open again.

"This is a bad idea," she said, voice lower.

"I know." He kissed her. Renee resisted for less than a second a small push of her hands against his chest before the resistance collapsed.

Her mouth opened under his and a low sound escaped her throat. Liam backed her against the door without breaking the kiss. One hand tangled in her hair.

The other gripped her hip and pulled her flush against him. The heavy softness of her breasts crushed against his chest. She made another sound, hungrier this time, and her hands stopped pushing. They fisted in his shirt instead.

The kiss deepened. Wet. Open. Renee’s tongue met his with a desperation that contradicted every professional word she had said since entering the room.

Liam’s hand left her hip, slid down, and gripped her ass hard through the pants. He squeezed. She moaned into his mouth.

When he lifted his hand and brought it down in a firm, open-palmed slap against the same cheek, her whole body jerked and a sharper sound tore out of her.

"Liam...." He slapped her ass again, harder. The sound was loud in the quiet room.

Renee broke from the kiss with a gasp, forehead dropping against his shoulder, but her hips pushed back into his hand instead of away.

He gripped the stinging cheek, kneaded it roughly, then spanked her a third time. Her breath fractured.

"You came up here because you’re still wet from outside," he said against her ear.

"That’s not..." He cut her off with another kiss, rougher than the first, and walked her backward toward the bed without giving her room to recover.

When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, he didn’t push her down. He pulled the fitted shirt up instead. Renee lifted her arms like her body had decided before her mind could object.

The shirt cleared her head and landed on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were full, heavy, dark-nippled, and already tight from arousal.

Liam stared at them for a second. Then he filled his hands with them.

Renee’s head fell back. He squeezed, lifted, thumbed both nipples at once. When he pinched them she bit down on a moan.

When he rolled them harder between his fingers her hands flew to his wrists, not to stop him, but to hold on. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

Renee cried out short, broken, surprised by her own volume. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the stiffened peak, then bit down just enough to make her hips jerk.

"Fuck wait."

He switched to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. Sucking. Biting. Pulling the nipple out with his lips until it slipped free with a wet sound.

Renee’s knees had gone unsteady. The professional woman who had walked through his door with a boundary was gone.

In her place was a woman whose thighs kept pressing together and whose breathing had turned ragged.

Liam lifted his head and looked at her face. Eyes dark. Lips swollen. Cheeks flushed. He slid a hand down her stomach and cupped her hard between her legs through the pants.

She was soaked.

The heat and dampness were obvious even through the fabric. When he pressed the heel of his palm against her, Renee’s whole body flinched and a helpless sound spilled out of her. He rubbed once, firmly, and felt her tremble.

"You’re dripping," he said.

Renee’s eyes squeezed shut. "I know I can’t"

He rubbed again, slower. Her hips moved against his hand without her permission. The fabric under his palm was wet enough to leave no doubt.

She tried to close her thighs and only succeeded in trapping his hand tighter against her.

Liam leaned in until his mouth was next to her ear."You came up here to tell me it couldn’t happen again," he said. "And now you’re grinding on my hand."

Renee made a broken noise that might have been protest or agreement. Her fingers were still locked around his wrists. When he pulled his hand away she actually chased it for half a second before catching herself.

She stood there against the edge of his bed, bare from the waist up, breasts marked from his mouth, pants visibly darkened between her thighs, breathing ragged. The resistance was still in her eyes. Her body had already surrendered.

Liam stepped back just far enough to look at her properly.

Renee didn’t cover herself. She couldn’t seem to find the coordination. Her hands hovered uselessly at her sides.

The wetness between her legs had become impossible to hide, and the way she stood thighs tight, chest rising fast, nipples still wet from his mouth said more than anything she could have put into words.

She was past the point of pretending.And the door was still closed.

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