Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 550

Chapter 550: Slick Folds and Thick Cock (R-18)
She was limp, pliant, a beautiful, shattered doll. But I was far from done. I wanted more. I wanted her to feel the power of not just taking pleasure, but giving it.

With a smooth, controlled motion, I rolled us, an orchestrated movement that left her straddling my face, her knees on either side of my head. Her hands flew out to brace herself against the headboard, and her sex—glistening, swollen, and utterly exquisite—was poised directly over my mouth.

Below me, my own cock stood rigid and thick, an offering she couldn’t ignore from this new, dominant perch.

Her eyes, hazy and sated, widened as she looked down the length of my body. I saw the moment the hunger returned, a spark in the embers of her satisfaction.

I didn’t wait. I gripped her ass, pulling her down onto my waiting mouth.

The contact was immediate, electric.

“Ah!” she cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound of pure shock as I flattened my tongue against her ultra-sensitive clit.

At the same time, I felt a hesitant hand wrap around the base of my cock. She leaned down, and a shy, experimental flick of her tongue against the head sent a jolt straight through me.

I groaned, the sound vibrating against her soaked folds. The vibration made her gasp, and the taste of her own climax, still slick on my skin, met her tongue. That did it. That broke the dam completely.

Then her mouth was on my cock with a swift turn of events.

“Oh, god… Eros… you taste… you taste like…” she whispered, her voice thick with a newfound, intoxicating hunger.

Not shyly. With the greed of a woman starved. Her lips, soft and swollen, wrapped around the head of my cock, and a wet, lewd slurp echoed in the room. Her tongue swirled, bold and exploratory.

The room became a symphony of wet, obscene music. My tongue lapped and circled her clit, and I was rewarded with the sound of her moaning around my shaft. Mmmph… mmmph… I would suck hard, and her cry of bliss would be muffled as she took me deeper, the sensation shooting straight up my spine.

She grew bolder.

Her head began to bob, her movements becoming more confident. Slurp… gluck… gluck… The sound of her taking me deeper, her throat relaxing as she learned to take my length, was the single most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

I answered her hunger with my own. I needed more. My mouth left her clit, tracing a glistening path down her inner thigh. I bit down gently, and her entire body jolted. Her mouth stopped its work for a split second as she cried out,

“Oh! Oh, gods!” Before returning with a frantic, desperate urgency.

My thumbs spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her completely. I tilted my head back and let my tongue find that most forbidden, sensitive place. I circled the tight, furled rosebud of her ass, and she shattered.

A guttural sound was wrenched from her throat, a sound of pure, illicit surrender. Her mouth went wild on my cock, sucking with a force that bordered on violent. She was losing all control, a frantic, desperate rider chasing a pleasure she’d never known.

I was right there with her. The wet sounds grew louder—a frantic duet of my mouth on her dripping pussy and her hungry slurping on my cock. I felt the tension coiling in my core, felt her thighs begin to quake uncontrollably against my ears.

She was on the edge. I was on the edge. And this time, we were going to fall over it together.

The sweet, wet sucking stopped. She pulled her mouth off my cock with a final, lewd pop, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants.

“I can’t… I need…” she gasped, the words fragmented, ripped from her throat. “I need you inside me. Now.”

With a desperate, fumbling grace, she swung her leg over my torso, her body trembling with unspent need. Her gaze dropped, locking onto my cock, which stood rigid and thick against my stomach. It wasn’t just hard; it was a masterpiece of veins and muscle, the thick, blue-veined shaft pulsing with every beat of my heart. The head was a broad, flared crown, weeping a single pearly bead of precum.

Her hands, which had been braced on my chest, trembled as they reached for it. She wrapped both hands around my shaft, and her fingers didn’t even meet.

“Oh, gods, it’s grown even more bigger,” she breathed, her voice laced with awe and a primal terror. She stroked me slowly, her thumbs sliding over the slick head, spreading the wetness. It was a sigil of raw power in her small hands, and she was mesmerized.

The slick, wet heat of her glided over my stomach as she positioned herself, her knees digging into the bed on either side of my hips. She looked down at me, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, her blue-gray eyes dark with a desperate hunger.

She used both hands to guide my thick, weeping cockhead to her soaked entrance. The first touch was electric.

The hot, silken wetness of her folds met the rigid steel of his head. She shuddered, a violent full-body tremor as she coated him in her slickness, dragging the tip up and down her slit. The visual was obscene: her glistening pink parting for him, anointing him.

She didn’t tease. She didn’t wait. She sank down, taking the entire length in one long, fluid motion.

“FUCK!” The word was torn from both of us simultaneously.

My voice was a guttural growl of satisfaction; hers was a high, ecstatic cry of pure, unadulterated fulfillment. Watching my thick shaft disappear, inch by inch, into her gripping, stretched pussy. Her slickness had welcomed me, a molten, tight sheath that clamped around me like a fist.

She was perfect.

For a moment, she just sat there, her head thrown back, her body adjusting to the overwhelming invasion. Her inner muscles fluttered and rippled around me, a greedy, unconscious massage that made my vision blur.

Then, she began to move.

It started as a slow, experimental grind, her hips rolling in a deep, sensual circle.

I watched, transfixed, as my cock, slick and glistening with her, emerged from her body before being swallowed again. But the need was too ferocious, the hunger too great. The slow grind quickly devolved. Her hands braced on my chest, her nails digging into my skin, and she began to ride.

Hard.

The sound of our bodies meeting—SLAP-SLAP-SLAP—was a raw, brutal percussion that filled the room, the sound of wet flesh on wet flesh. Her breasts, full and perfect, bounced with every punishing drop of her hips. Her moans were no longer moans; they were desperate, jagged cries.

“YES! OH, GOD, YES! JUST LIKE THAT!”

I gripped her ass, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her down harder, guiding her into a faster, more relentless rhythm.

I was meeting her thrust for thrust now, my hips pistoning up from the bed, driving my cock into her with a force that stole the air from her lungs. We were fucking. Not making love. Not having sex. It was a primal, sweaty, violent act of possession and surrender, centered on the slick, relentless connection between us.

I sat up, twisting her nipples between my fingers, my mouth latching onto one, biting down just hard enough to send her screaming over the edge.

“EROS! I’M… I’M… AH!” Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise as another orgasm tore through her, leaving her shaking and sobbing, her release flooding us both.

But I didn’t stop. I didn’t let her rest. I flipped us, her body landing on the bed with a soft thud as I covered her, never leaving the heat of her. I hooked her legs over my arms, spreading her wide. As I pulled out, I looked down. My cock was, it was a testament to her pleasure. I drove back into her with a renewed, savage intensity.

The new angle let me go deeper.

“OH, FUCK! YOU’RE SO DEEP!” she screamed, her hands scrabbling at my back, her nails leaving red welts on my skin. I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure building at the base of my spine, a roaring in my ears.

“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice a rough snarl. Her eyes, dazed and unfocused, found mine. “Come with me, Rebecca. Now.”

I slammed into her one last time, a deep, punishing thrust that hit the very end of her. I exploded, a torrent of hot, thick release flooding her, mixing with her own. Her orgasm crashed over her again, her screams swallowed by my mouth as I kissed her, a brutal, consuming kiss that was the final seal on her rebirth.