Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 657

Chapter 657: Tease, Tide, and Temptation

"Gods, your mouth’s a weapon. Gonna make me cum just feeding me."

I did a rosé refill— helping her sip and she let the drink spilling deliberate, pink rivulets racing breats. I raced on and started lap them, tongue swirling around nipple through cloth, biting gentle.

"You’re dessert," I rasped, hand spanning around her waist, thumbs in her hipbones. She fed me pineapple, juice running my pecs, her tongue chasing, sucking nipple hard, teeth scrape. "Fuck, your body’s a buffet. Wanna eat every inch."

Shrimp tail—held it to her lips, she sucked it slow, tongue swirling like cock, eyes promising ruin. "Imagine this on your dick," she moaned, pussy pulsing visible, wet patch spreading. I fed her coconut meat—creamy chunks, milk dripping chin, licking it clean, tongue dipping navel, her hips bucking, ass bouncing sand.

Mango cube balanced on her abs—she crunched slow, juice pooling navel. I sucked it out, tongue fucking the dip, her scream echoing gulls.

"Lower, Eros—fuck, eat me like this." Hand yanked thong aside for a brief flash, pussy glistening, but I pulled back, smirking. "Patience, love. Feast first."

Pineapple spear next —held it between teeth, she bit half, lips brushing mine, juice mixing kiss our tongues tangling sticky-sweet. Her tits crushed my chest, nipples drilling, ass grinding my thigh, her thong covered pussy soaked through.

"Gonna fuck you with fruit next," she gasped, feeding me shrimp, fingers lingering lips, sucking them clean.

Rosé bottle passed—her drinking deep, throat bobbing, spilling deliberate down between her breasts, rivers racing toward her pussy. I lapped every drop, tongue tracing her abs, dipping into her belly button, stopping short of heaven.

"You’re killing me," she whined, her ass bouncing with impatience, pussy lips swollen beneath fabric clinging wet.

Final mango—juice dripping down her thigh. I licked slow from knee to hip, teeth grazing the curve of her ass cheek, biting firm.

"Perfect," I growled, hand slapping that perfect ass—flesh rippling, red print blooming instant. She moaned, pussy squirting a faint arc through her panties.

"Fuck the surfing we agreed on—fuck me now."

"Soon," I promised, kissing her salty, mango-sweet lips. "Boards after dessert."

She pounced, breasts smothering me, pussy grinding against my cock through shorts, soaked heat promising ruin. The beach burned with attention, every eye devouring us, our feast a prelude to waves and what would come after.

Ava’s moan vibrated against my lips—mango-sweet and desperate. Her body crushed to mine, pussy grinding soaked heat through my shorts, the thong just a useless scrap now, lips swollen and pulsing with every roll of her hips. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Her nails clawed my back, red trails stinging with salt-sweat. Her ass bounced in my grip, sand kicking with each movement.

"Fuck me, Eros," she begged, voice raw, breath hot on my neck, pussy squirting faint arcs through fabric. "Right here—ruin me on this blanket."

I growled low, cock throbbing iron against her, precum mixing with ocean brine. But I pulled back slow—hands spanning her waist, thumbs digging into hipbones, holding her still.

"Not yet, love," I rasped, letting charm flare thick, making the air feel syrupy around us, watching her pupils blow wide. "You love the tease. Let it burn."

She whimpered, her chest heaving, nipples hard as diamonds, pussy clenching on nothing, a fresh gush soaking her inner thighs.

"You bastard," she hissed, but her grin was feral, teeth bared, tongue licking mango juice from her lips. "Gonna make me surf with this ache? Cruel."

"Cruel?" I stood, hauling her up with me—her body sliding against mine, dragging along my chest, her ass brushing my cock, sand cascading from her curves like water. "I’m merciful. Giving you something to ride harder before you ride my cock."

I grabbed the boards—black for me, crimson for hers—wax gleaming citrus-sharp under sun. "Surf’s up. Let’s make the ocean jealous."

The walk to the water was a parade.

Every eye on the beach locked onto us. Women froze mid-sip, rosé glasses trembling in their hands. One dropped her phone into the sand with a gasp, her gaze glued to my abs, sweat tracing every ridge, cock a thick outline in soaked shorts.

A redhead in a white one-piece bit her lip, thighs rubbing together audible even over the waves, nipples visibly hard against fabric.

Men averted their stares, shoulders hunching, instinctively recognizing an apex predator in their territory.

Ava strutted ahead of me, her ass a hypnotic rhythm, thong string taut between those perfect cheeks, pussy lips outlined obscene through the wet fabric, glistening like a beacon in the sunlight.

A surfer dude paddling out wiped out mid-stare, board flipping, dunking him with a yelp. The crowd hooted.

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