Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 782

Chapter 782: Command of Rhythm (r-18)

He slapped her ass—CRACK—the sound sharp, wet, echoing in the steam like a gunshot, her flesh jiggling in rippling waves, reddening instantly under the water, the impact sending a shockwave through her pussy that clamped tighter in response, gushing a fresh flood of love-juice down his cock in a scalding cascade.

Again—CRACK—louder, harder, the slap landing on the same spot, her ass blooming crimson, pussy convulsing, milking him with frantic pulses.

Again—CRACK—until her screams were lost in the water, pussy convulsing, cream foaming at the seal.

He dropped his mouth to her back, sucked a hard, leaking the trail between her shoulder blades, bit down just enough to make her cry out, pulled the sensitive skin outward until it slipped free with a sharp smack.

My cock—angry red, veins bulging like cables, glistening with her— plunged into her puffy, stretched pussy in long, deliberate strokes that were pure devastation: he pulled out slowly, torturously.

The shaft emerging inch by glistening inch, coated in thick, white cream that strung between them in sticky webs, her lips clinging desperately, stretching outward in a lewd, glistening pout, refusing to release even a fraction, until only the flared head remained, pulsing against her entrance—

Then he slammed back in, brutal and complete, the full length of his cock disappearing in one violent, bone-jarring plunge, the head punching against her cervix.

His balls slapped her ass with a wet, resounding smack that sent ripples through her flesh, her pussy swallowing him to the root, walls convulsing in shock, gushing a fresh flood of scalding slick that coated his shaft, dripped from his balls.

Her clit—swollen to bursting, a fat, glossy pearl throbbing in frantic rhythm with her heartbeat—rubbed mercilessly against his pelvis with every deep thrust.

Each grind sparked white-hot lightning behind her eyes, electric shocks racing up her spine until the pressure built unbearable, pulsing in perfect sync with the violent spasms rippling through her core.

"Peter—fuck—right there—" she gasped, voice cracking high and desperate. "Oh god—don’t stop—clit’s so sensitive—"

She came—hard, silent, devastating. Her whole body locked rigid for one endless heartbeat—back arched, thighs quaking around his waist—then shattered. Her pussy spasmed in violent, rhythmic convulsions—walls clamping like a velvet fist around his thick cock, milking him in greedy, uncontrollable waves.

A hot, forceful jet of squirt erupted around his shaft—

"PETER—" she screamed, the sound raw and broken, dissolving into sobbing moans. "I’m coming—fuck—I’m squirting—can’t stop—"

"So good—so deep—"

He fucked her through it without mercy— arms holding her aloft, bruising hands gripping the plush curves of her ass to keep her impaled.

His cock pistoned in relentless, punishing rhythm—each thrust its own cataclysm.

Out—slow, torturous—her swollen lips clinging desperately to his veined shaft, stretching thin and white around the flared ridge, weeping thick ropes of mother-cream that frothed at the base.

In—brutal, complete—balls slapping wetly against her soaked skin, cervix kissed hard by the bloated head, pussy gushing anew with every plunge, walls convulsing in frantic aftershocks.

"Yes—yes—fuck me—harder—" she moaned, voice fracturing into high, keening whimpers. "Deeper—Peter—fill me—"

"Your cock—god—ruining me—"

The wet, echoing SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK of flesh on flesh drowned out the shower’s roar—filthy, obscene, rhythmic. Her mother-juice painted him completely—cock gleaming, balls coated in sticky white, thighs slick and shining, hands slippery where they gripped her ass.

He slammed in deep one final time—rooted to the hilt, balls pressed tight against her dripping skin—and erupted. Thick, scalding ropes of cum flooded her pussy in powerful, pulsing jets—painting her walls white, overflowing instantly, leaking out around his buried cock in creamy rivulets.

"Peter—coming inside me—fuck—yes—" she sobbed, voice wrecked and reverent. "Fill me—give me everything—"

"I feel it—hot—so much—"

She clenched—milked—took every drop with greedy, fluttering spasms, pussy sucking and claiming him in rhythmic waves until he was drained, still rock-hard, still hers.

Her walls rippled around his pulsing length, drawing out the last thick spurts, her moans dissolving into soft, shattered whimpers: "So full... so warm... Peter... mine..."

***

I stood on the mattress, feet planted wide, the sheets bunching beneath me like a battlefield. Margaret was on all fours, ass high, back arched, pussy glistening in the moonlight, swollen and dripping, the lips parted and begging. I gripped her waist—hard, bruising, fingers sinking into the soft, golden flesh just above her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of her spine. Then I lifted.

I lined up.

The head of my cock—giant, veined, angry—kissed her entrance, pressing against the swollen, puffy lips that quivered at the contact.

UP. IN. DEEP.

"PETER—FUCK—TOO BIG—"

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