Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 674

Chapter 674: Sunsets and Feeding (r-18)

She stirred, a low sound in her throat. "You’re back."

"Always." I kissed her temple, cheekbone, jaw. "Go back to sleep, baby. Just needed to feel you breathing."

Her fingers found my wrist, squeezed once. "Liar. You need to be reminded who you belong to before four hundred people try to steal you."

I smiled against her skin. "Never happening."

Left her there, tucked the sheet up to her shoulder like she was something breakable, she wasn’t, but that thinking felt good sometimes. I padded barefoot to the kitchen. Evening was sliding in fast, shadows stretching long across the marble like they were reaching for the bottle of tequila already waiting on the counter.

I cooked one-handed: ribeyes sizzling in garlic butter, eggs runny, avocado sliced thick. The pan hissed like it knew secrets. Phone kept lighting up beside the stove.

Mom had called four times. Jasmine twice. Keyla left a voice note that started with death threats and ended with tears.

Margaret threatened to ground me at nineteen. Lea sent a selfie crying at the candle shrine the kids had built in my homeroom; flowers, candles, photos, a teddy bear in my jersey like I’d actually died. Mia just sent the middle finger and three words: call before I hunt ya.

Sje knew I was lying about being sick and did not pretend at all, funny girl.

Madison had handled the rest. Spun a story about coma, CIA, international criminals, no visitors. Bought me three months minimum. Linda told the school I’d be out indefinitely. Perfect.

I carried the tray back to the bedroom, the scent of seared ribeye and garlic butter curling through the air like smoke from a ritual fire.

The tray was heavy in my hands: ribeye still bleeding pink onto the porcelain, garlic butter pooling like liquid gold, eggs trembling, yolks threatening to burst. The air in the bedroom was thick with it: seared meat, melted butter, the faint metallic ghost of iron still clinging to my skin from the beach.

Ava was awake, half-reclined against the headboard, black silk sheets twisted low around her hips like a lover who’d given up trying to cover her.

The dying sun poured through the windows and licked her body in slow, greedy strokes: golden light sliding over the heavy curve of her tits, catching on the stiff peaks of her nipples, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of hips made for ruin, the thick, glossy thighs parted just enough to show the swollen, glistening seam of her pussy.

Her skin glowed like it had been oiled, every bruise I’d left on her throat and breasts blooming darker in the honeyed light, a necklace of my teeth.

She watched me with half-lidded eyes, tongue dragging slow across her lower lip, tasting the memory of my cum still there.

"Feed me," she said, voice low and rough, scraped raw from screaming my name hours ago.

I set the tray on the nightstand, climbed onto the bed fully clothed, shorts still crusted with salt and sand. She moved like liquid, rising to her knees, sheet falling away completely.

Naked. Unashamed. Goddess.

Her tits swaying heavy as she crawled forward, ponytail brushing the small of her back, ass high and round, the cleft between her cheeks glistening where I’d left her dripping earlier.

I speared a piece of steak, juices dripping thick and red, held it to her mouth. She took it slow, lips closing around the fork, teeth scraping metal, tongue curling around the meat like she was sucking cock.

Chewed once, twice, then leaned in and licked a bead of butter from my thumb: slow, filthy, cheeks hollowing as she sucked it deep. A low moan vibrated in her throat, eyes fluttering shut, lashes casting shadows on her cheekbones.

Another bite. Another lick. Another moan that went straight to my cock.

By the third piece she was straddling my lap, knees sinking deep into the mattress, thighs flexing as she settled.

My cock had been hard since the beach; now it throbbed against the inside of my shorts, thick and obscene, a wet spot spreading where the head leaked.

She felt it, ground down once: slow, deliberate, the soaked lips of her pussy dragging over the ridge through fabric, leaving a slick trail.

"Take these off," she whispered against my mouth, tugging at my waistband with butter-slick fingers.

I lifted my hips. She peeled the shorts down just enough for my cock to spring free: heavy, veined, head flushed dark and glistening.

She didn’t rush. Just wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezed, watched a fresh bead of precum spill over her knuckles and drip slow onto her thigh. Then she rose higher on her knees, guided me to her entrance, and sank.

Slow.

One inch. Her pussy lips parted around the head with a wet, filthy schlick, swallowing it like it was made for her.

She paused, breath hitching, eyes rolling back as her walls stretched, fluttered, adjusted to the size. Then another inch. Another. Until I was buried to the root, her ass flush against my thighs, clit grinding my pelvis, juices dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets beneath us.

"Fuck," she hissed, forehead dropping to mine, breath hot and butter-sweet. "So thick. So fucking deep."

Just rolling her hips. Slow, sensual circles, hips painting lazy figure-eights that made her pussy milk me with every twist, inner walls rippling, gripping, releasing.

Her tits swayed inches from my face, nipples brushing my lips, leaving streaks of butter and juice. I caught one, sucked hard, teeth grazing. She gasped, ground down harder, clit dragging over my skin in wet, filthy strokes.

I licked it off, tongue tracing the trail through the valley of her breasts, tasting salt and meat and her.

She moaned around the fork, hips rolling faster now, soft twerking motions: ass bouncing slow, then hard, then slow again, cheeks clapping faintly against my thighs, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room.

"More," she breathed, voice breaking.

I speared an egg, yolk spilling golden and thick. Held it to her mouth. She sucked the fork clean, tongue swirling, then leaned forward, tits smothering my face as she slammed down once, hard, taking every inch until her cervix kissed the head of my cock.

Her pussy clenched, gushed, soaked my balls, dripped down my ass crack. Another slow roll. Another bite.

We kept going like that: her riding me lazy, filthy, savoring every inch like it was the first time. Her ass twerking in soft waves, then sharp snaps, pussy lips gripping my shaft so tight I saw stars behind my eyelids.

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