Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1060

Chapter 1060: Descent (r-18)

"Then come... dear. Come for me~" he said calmly, never stopping the slow, ruthless massage.

His thumbs circled higher, brushing the very edge of her outer lips without ever touching her clit or sliding inside. The pheromones on his skin sank deeper with every pass, turning the soft flesh of her thighs into one giant, pulsing erogenous zone.

The orgasm hit her like a freight train.

Her whole body seized. Thighs clamping hard around his wrists, then flying open again as violent spasms ripped through her. Her pussy gushed fresh, hot slick in rhythmic pulses, thick strands of it splattering onto the couch and coating her inner thighs in shiny, sticky warmth.

A long, broken moan tore from her throat as she shook and convulsed under his hands, the wet, filthy sound of her arousal loud in the quiet room.

He didn’t stop.

He kept massaging, deeper now, fingers digging into the quivering flesh of her inner thighs, spreading her wider, thumbs stroking right up to the crease where her swollen pussy lips began — and then pulling back at the last second.

The couch fabric grew soaked beneath her ass, the unmistakable scent of her dripping pussy growing thicker, sweeter, filling the lamplight-warmed air between them.

She came again almost immediately, the second orgasm crashing right on top of the first. Her hips jerked and rolled desperately, trying to chase his fingers, trying to force contact where he refused to give it.

Her pussy lips fluttered and winked open and closed as he watched it with focused fascination while it was leaking steadily, the slick sounds wet and obscene with every helpless twitch.

Tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her flushed cheeks. Her honey-blonde hair was a wild mess against the couch. The silk blouse was plastered to her sweat-slick breasts, nipples diamond-hard and aching, rising and falling with every ragged breath. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Still, he ignored her pussy.

His hands worked higher, massaging the soft crease where thigh met body, fingers gliding along the outer edges of her mound, tracing the sensitive skin just beside her dripping folds. The Magical Touch and pheromones made every single stroke feel electric, sending white-hot pulses of pleasure straight to her swollen clit and deep into her core.

She was a mess of shaking, spasming limbs. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, muscles jumping and twitching under his palms.

Fresh slick coated her inner thighs, his fingers, even the couch beneath her.

"Eros—please—I can’t— I need—" Her voice was hoarse, broken, desperate.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear while his hands continued their relentless, teasing massage. The heat of his breath on her skin made her shiver harder.

"Not yet," he whispered, voice dark with promise. "I’m just getting started on these beautiful thighs. We still have time before they get home... and I’m going to make you feel every single second of it."

Her only answer was a shattered moan as another wave of amplified sensation crashed through her, sending her spiraling toward yet another orgasm while his strong, pheromone-coated hands kept working her trembling thighs — slow, deep, merciless — bringing her apart piece by piece without ever giving her the one touch she was dying for.

But he wasn’t done.

Eros lowered his head, keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh — soft at first, then open-mouthed, sucking gently. The pheromones on his lips hit her like liquid fire.

She gasped sharply, fingers flying to his hair.

She pushed his head deeper between her thighs with a desperate, needy sound.

"More—please, more—" she gasped.

He obliged, sucking harder, tongue dragging slow, wet stripes up the trembling flesh while his eyes never left hers. The eye contact was obscene — dark, hungry, completely in control. She could see how much he was enjoying breaking her, the faint sheen of her own slick already glistening on his lower lip.

Her legs were a mess of uncontrollable spasms. Muscles jumping, twitching, quivering under his touch. Her pussy was dripping steadily now, the slick coating her inner thighs, his fingers, his lips, his chin. The air in the room felt thick with the scent of her — warm, sweet, and desperate.

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