Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1038

Chapter 1038: On the Hay (r-18)

My hands never stopped moving as they slid slowly up the backs of her smooth calves, then higher, fingers tracing the sensitive hollows behind her knees before gripping the plush, warm flesh of her inner thighs.

I spread her legs wider with deliberate, commanding pressure, opening her completely.

The hem of her dress rode even higher, fully exposing the delicate lace of her panties—already soaked dark with her arousal, the thin fabric clinging obscenely to the swollen, puffy outline of her cunt.

The wet material was molded perfectly to her lips, clearly showing the shape and outline of her plump outer folds and the way her inner lips peeked out, glistening.

"Look at you," I murmured, my voice low, rough, and dark with possessive hunger. "My queen... sitting here with your thighs spread for me, your pretty little pussy already dripping through your panties like a needy goddess."

I leaned in, nose brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, inhaling the thick, sweet-musk scent of her cunt.

My hands kept spreading her, thumbs pressing firmly into the soft crease where thigh met body, forcing her legs even wider until the soaked lace stretched tight over her swollen sex.

I kissed the inside of her left thigh first — slow, open-mouthed kisses that dragged higher with agonizing patience, teeth grazing the soft flesh, tongue tasting the faint salt of her skin.

Then I moved to the right thigh, licking and sucking even slower, leaving faint marks as my hands continued kneading and spreading her thick, trembling thighs, savoring every inch of her quivering flesh.

Finally, my mouth hovered right over her drenched panties. The heat pouring off her soaked cunt was obscene. The scent was rich, sweet, heady, unmistakably hers and made my cock throb painfully in my jeans.

Before my mouth even touched her, I brought two thick fingers to the front of her soaked panties. I pressed them firmly against the drenched lace, right over her swollen clit, and started rubbing excruciatingly slow, deliberate circles through the fabric.

The wet material slid slickly over her sensitive nub as I teased her and left the wet juice on my finger but I did not mind that more than applying the lightest pressure at first, then gradually increasing it just enough to make her clit throb and swell bigger under my touch but I never pushed inside, never giving her what she truly craved.

"Peter—"

I stroked up and down her slit through the panties with torturous laziness, feeling her puffy lips part slightly under the lace as more of her hot arousal soaked through onto my fingers, coating them in her slickness.

Only then did I press my open mouth against the damp lace and drag my tongue flat and heavy upward, pressing the soaked fabric right between her puffy lips parting them even through the fabric and over her swollen clit while my fingers continued their relentless, teasing circles.

The taste of her exploded across my tongue even through the lace in a warm, slick, slightly sweet, and fucking addictive. I groaned deeply against her, the sound vibrating straight into her core.

Madison’s hips jerked hard, a sharp, needy gasp tearing from her throat. Her hands flew into my hair, gripping tight and pulling me closer, desperate for more.

I didn’t rush. I devoured her through the panties like she was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted in long, achingly slow, filthy licks that dragged the drenched lace up and down her slit while my two thick fingers kept rubbing those firm, torturous circles directly over her clit through the fabric.

Her juices soaked through so heavily that thick strands of her slickness coated my fingers and dripped slowly down onto the hay below.

I sucked her swollen clit through the lace, pulling it gently between my lips, tongue flicking with slow, precise strokes against the sensitive nub while my fingers pressed and rubbed harder in those same lazy circles, massaging her throbbing clit through the wet fabric until her thick thighs started shaking violently around my head.

"This is mine, Queen. My queen’s perfect, dripping cunt. And I’m going to tease and worship it until you’re shaking and begging for more."

Even with her panties pulled aside, I kept two fingers pressed firmly against her bare clit, rubbing those same excruciatingly slow, slick circles while my tongue dove back in—sliding directly against her bare, dripping folds, licking broad, hungry stripes from her leaking hole all the way up to her throbbing clit with deliberate slowness.

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