Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 576

Chapter 576: The Reyna Lock (r-18)
I hauled her up by the hips, her body a limp, trembling doll in the aftermath, her cunt still fluttering around nothing as I pulled free with a wet, obscene schlorp that echoed in the quiet room like a cork popping from a bottle.

A thick, creamy rope of her slick—pearlescent, glistening, threaded with bubbles from the frantic churning—stretched between us for a heartbeat before snapping with a soft twang, splattering in hot, sticky droplets across her inner thighs and the rug’s faded weave. The air reeked of raw cunt, coppery sweat, the sharp tang of my precum mixing with her juices, and the faint mildew of the old Persian fibers beneath.

She whimpered, a broken, needy sound that vibrated in her throat like a plucked string, her chest still heaving, her tits quivering with each ragged inhale.

“Up,” I growled, my own voice shredded raw from her screams.

I spun her around and slammed her back against the wall; the impact rattled the cheap plaster, flakes of peeling paint drifting down like dirty snow to catch in her sweat-damp hair.

The rough texture scraped her shoulder blades, leaving faint pink trails that flushed crimson under the friction. Her legs were jelly, thighs trembling, knees buckling. I hooked one arm under her left knee, yanking it high until her thigh mashed against her tit, the soft flesh compressing, her nipple dragging across the wall’s grit.

Her cunt splayed open like a split fig, lips swollen to twice their size, dark and glistening, inner folds flushed deep rose and parted, the entrance gaping slightly from the recent stretching, a steady rivulet of her cream leaking in slow, viscous threads down the crease of her ass to pool on the floorboards with a soft drip-drip-drip.

I gripped my cock—still rock-hard, slick with her, veins pulsing like war drums under the skin, the shaft so hot it burned my palm. The head kissed her entrance; the heat was scalding, her walls already fluttering in frantic anticipation, the slick folds kissing the crown with wet, sucking kisses.

She gasped, her head falling back against the wall with a dull thunk, her hair sticking to the sweat on her neck in dark, ropy strands.

“Look at me,” I snarled, teeth bared.

Her eyes snapped open, wild and glassy, her pupils blown so wide the irises were thin rings of molten gold. I thrust.

One brutal stroke and I was buried to the hilt, the new angle driving the head past her cervix with a dull, internal thud that made her whole body jolt. Her cunt clamped down, a hot, silken vice, the walls rippling in violent spasms as I stretched her open again, the slick inner flesh dragging over every vein and ridge with a wet, sucking schlick-schlick-schlick.

Her cream frothed at the base, thick and creamy, bubbling out around my shaft in frothy rings, dripping down my balls in hot, sticky ropes that cooled instantly in the stale air, leaving tacky trails on my skin.

“Fuck—you’re—ruining—me—” she sobbed, the words punched out of her with every slam of my hips, her voice cracking on the last syllable. Her free leg wrapped around my waist, her heel digging into the cleft of my ass, the sharp bite of her nails drawing blood that trickled warm down my spine.

I pounded her against the wall, the impact rattling the frame; dust sifted from the ceiling in gray clouds, catching the lamplight like smoke.

Each thrust lifted her onto her toes, the ball of her foot scraping the rug, her calf flexing, her tits bouncing wildly, her nipples scraping the rough paint with a faint scritch-scratch, leaving faint red streaks.

I shifted my grip, both hands under her thighs now, lifting her clean off the floor. Her back scraped the wall as I held her suspended, impaled on my cock, her full weight driving her down onto me with every upward thrust. The angle was vicious; the head battering her cervix with a wet thump-thump-thump, the shaft dragging along her front wall, grinding her G-spot raw until it swelled under the friction.

Her cunt gushed, a hot, forceful squirt that splattered my stomach in a scalding sheet, running down my thighs in rivulets that pooled in the creases of my knees.

“Take it,” I snarled, my teeth grazing her throat, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint copper of her pulse. “Take every fucking inch.”

I crushed my mouth to hers, my tongue fucking her throat in time with my cock, the kiss a wet, sloppy devouring. The sound was wet, frantic—the taste of her own cunt still on my lips, the raw moans being punched out of her with every brutal thrust. Her walls milked me, spasming in rhythmic waves, the wet slap-slap-slap of my balls against her ass echoing like gunshots, the sound wetter with every thrust as her slick frothed and foamed.

Another orgasm ripped through her, a high, keening wail muffled by my mouth, her cunt clenching so hard I saw stars, the walls fluttering wildly, a fresh flood of slick squirting around my cock in hot, pulsing jets that splattered the wall and puddled on the floor beneath us with a soft splat-splat-splat.

I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, hips pistoning, the wall creaking under the force, her body a ragdoll in my grip, her tits bouncing, her nipples dragging, her thighs trembling. Her cunt stretched obscenely around my girth, the lips puffed and trembling, the entrance a slick, gaping ring that clung to me with every withdrawal before I slammed back in.

“Mine,” I growled, my voice shredded, my teeth sinking into the soft spot where her neck met shoulder, tasting blood. “This cunt is mine.”

“YOURS—” she wailed, the word breaking into a sob as another climax crashed over her, her walls fluttering wildly, milking me, begging for my cum, the sound of her voice raw and cracked.

I gave it to her. One final, brutal thrust, and I exploded. My vision went white, my cock pulsing like a heartbeat, thick ropes of cum flooding her depths in scalding waves, painting her walls white. The heat was blinding, the pressure crushing, her cunt sucking every last drop from me with greedy, rhythmic contractions.

The rug skidded under my heel as I kicked it aside with a violent shove, the floorboards beneath raw and splinter-rough, biting into my knees as I slammed her flat onto her back.

“FOLD,” I snarled, the word a whip-crack that cut through her ragged gasps.

Reyna’s eyes blazed (pure, feral worship). She obeyed. With a gymnast’s snap she jack-knifed, knees slamming to her ears, ankles locking behind her head with a wet click of bone on bone.

The fold was brutal–spine bowed into a perfect, straining C, tits crushed against her shins until the soft flesh bulged white around her knees, the gold cross pendant dangling like a taunt between her compressed breasts, swaying with every frantic breath.