Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Teaching Rebecca (R-18)
Her body convulsed, a final, shuddering wave of ecstasy that left her a boneless, panting wreck on my chest. I could have flipped her. I could have taken my own pleasure with savage intensity. But I didn’t. I held her, letting the tremors subside, my cock still a deep, potent presence inside her.

I let her breathe. Then, I gently rolled us, never breaking our connection, until I was on my back and she was straddling me once more. But this time was different. This wasn’t frantic. This was deliberate.

“Shhh,” I murmured, my voice a low vibration in her ear as she settled against me. “We’re not done. Not even close. This time… this time is for you.”

I slid out of her, and a soft, disappointed whimper escaped her lips. I smiled against her hair. “Patience. Feel first.”

I took my cock, still slick and gleaming with her wetness, and I didn’t enter her. I drew the thick, heavy head down the seam of her pussy, parting her folds, coating myself in her. I watched, mesmerized, as her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more. I circled her clit with my tip, and her entire body jerked.

“Eros… please…” Her voice was a broken, needy whisper.

“What do you want, Rebecca?” I asked, my voice teasing but firm. “Tell me.”

“I want…” She took a shaky breath. “I want you back inside me.”

“Then take me,” I commanded softly. “Sit up. Take me at your own pace.”

She did. Slowly, shakily, she pushed herself up, her hands braced on my chest. She looked down, her gaze fixated on the place where our bodies would join. She positioned herself, and this time, she sank down slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent ‘O’ as her body stretched to accommodate me. The visual was obscene, beautiful—a slow, sacred impalement. When she was fully seated, she just rested there, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around me, getting used to the profound, deep fullness.

“Now,” I whispered, my hands coming up to cup her face. “Ride me. Not to get off. Just to feel. Move with me.”

She began to move. It wasn’t a frantic bounce. It was a slow, sensual roll of her hips, a deep, grinding circle that made my cock touch every single inch of her insides. A long, low moan was pulled from her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated discovery.

“Oh… my… YESSS… god…”

“Feel that?” I guided her movements with my hands on her hips. “Feel how deep I am? How you can grind your clit against me?”

Her eyes, which had been closed, snapped open, locking onto mine. There were no more tears. There was only a dazed, wondrous fire. She found the rhythm, her hips moving with an ancient, feminine grace. We were no longer just two people having sex; we were a single, breathing entity, our connection the pulsing, slick conduit between us.

“Lean forward,” I instructed. “Chest to chest.”

She collapsed against me, and the angle changed. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand splayed across the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did, locking her ankles behind my back.

Now we were a tangled knot of limbs. I held her tight and began to thrust up into her, shallow, deep strokes that weren’t about speed, but about pressure. I was hitting a place deep inside, a place that made her sob with pleasure against my neck.

The wet sounds were no longer slaps, but a thick, gliding, hypnotic rhythm of my cock moving inside her drenched pussy.

“You feel so good,” I groaned into her hair. “So perfect around me. So tight and wet for me.”

She couldn’t form words, only sounds, desperate, mewling cries that fueled the fire between us.

Then, I pushed her up gently. “Lean back. Put your hands on my thighs.”

She obeyed, her body arcing like a bowstring. The new angle was devastating.

My cock hit a new spot, and a sharp cry was torn from her throat.

“RIGHT THERE! OH, FUCK, RIGHT THERE!”

“You like that?” I growled, my hands on her hips, guiding her as she began to ride me in earnest, rising and falling, her breasts bouncing with each movement. “You like being in control? You like taking what you need from me?”

“YES!” she screamed, her head thrown back, the long line of her throat a thing of beauty. “I… I love it!”

She was glorious.

A goddess in the throes of her own power. Her body, which she had been ashamed of, was now a weapon of pleasure, a vessel of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She leaned forward again, changing the angle once more, her hands flat on my chest, her hips moving in a frantic, desperate grind.

The connection between us was a living thing, a shimmering, electric thread of pure pleasure. I could feel her orgasm building again, not in a sharp peak, but in a slow, inevitable tide. Her movements became more erratic, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice rough with my own impending release. “Let go, Rebecca. Take everything. It’s all for you.”

The tide finally broke. It wasn’t a violent explosion, but a deep, soul-shattering rupture. A long, guttural moan was wrenched from her as her body began to convulse, her pussy milking my cock in a slow, powerful rhythm.

The feeling sent me over the edge with her, and I came with a deep, shuddering groan, filling her as she collapsed onto my chest, a sobbing, trembling, utterly spent mess.

I held her, stroking her hair, my cock still twitching inside her. In the quiet aftermath, with our bodies tangled and our hearts hammering in sync, I knew her rebirth was complete. She wasn’t just whole.

She was divine.

We lay tangled in the quiet aftermath, the only sounds the ragged symphony of our breathing and the frantic pounding of our own hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm. My cock was still inside her, a softening but still-present anchor in the storm we’d just created.

She was a dead weight on my chest, her body limp, her face buried in the crook of my neck.

I could feel the dampness of her tears against my skin. Not the desperate tears of before, but these were different. Soft, silent, releasing tears. I didn’t say anything. I just wrapped my arms tighter around her, one hand stroking the long, sweaty line of her spine, offering the silent comfort she needed.

After a long moment, she shifted, her body stirring. I felt a small, shuddering sigh escape her. She pushed herself up slightly, her hair a wild, tangled halo around her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, but they were clear.

The fractured, desperate look was gone. In its place was a profound, soul-deep peace, and something else… a flicker of a newly lit flame.

A watery, beautiful smile touched her lips. “I… I had no idea,” she whispered, her voice husky from screaming. “I had no idea it could feel like that.”

I smiled back, gently brushing a stray tear from her cheek with my thumb. “I told you I was going to show you.”

“You did.” She let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You… you broke me, Eros. In the best possible way and you did not do anything out of ordinary.”

Of course it didn’t, sex was simple that even missionary position with a person who knew it well, could feel like the most profound connection with your partner.

“Good,” I murmured, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. “Sometimes you have to shatter to see what you were always meant to be.”

Instead of collapsing against me, she pushed herself up further, straddling my waist. The movement caused my cock, still semi-hard inside her, to stir. Her eyes widened at the sensation.

“Oh,” she breathed, a small, experimental roll of her hips.

I knew she wasn’t done. The goddess was just waking up.