Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 906

Chapter 906: Claiming Patricia (r-18)

Margaret was lay and panting beside Patricia, fingers lazily tracing her own oversensitive clit as she watched with heavy-lidded eyes.

The Taboo Aura thickened the air around us like incense, making Patricia’s pussy visibly swell and glisten even more, every fold blooming under the invisible heat of my claim.

She is mine. They both are. And right now, her body knew it better than her mind ever could.

I hooked my hands under Patricia’s knees and pushed them back and wide — spreading her completely open until her thighs trembled and the tendons stood out like taut strings.

Her pussy parted obscenely for me, fully on display like a filthy, living flower I had just unwrapped.

First the outer lips — plump, flushed a deep, rosy pink from everything I’d already done to her, glistening with a thick layer of her own slick and my saliva. They were puffy, slightly parted on their own now, revealing everything beneath like they’d given up trying to hide.

I used my thumbs to peel them even wider — slow, deliberate, stretching the soft flesh until the delicate inner folds were completely exposed.

Gods, they were beautiful. Long, ruffled inner lips — darker rose, almost crimson at the edges — shiny and slick, fluttering with every frantic beat of her heart. They quivered visibly, opening and closing in tiny, needy pulses like they were trying to kiss the air.

Higher up, her clit stood fully engorged — a swollen, shiny pearl the size of a small grape, completely pushed out of its hood, twitching every few seconds as fresh blood rushed to it.

A thin, clear string of her arousal stretched from the tip of her clit down to the waiting entrance.

And there — right at the bottom — her entrance. Tight. Tiny. A perfect, clenching little hole, already winking open and shut, leaking a steady, slow trickle of thick, creamy slick that ran down between her ass cheeks and pooled on the sheets.

The inner walls just inside were shiny, ridged, visibly pulsing with hunger.

I held her spread like that for long seconds — letting her feel the exposure, letting both of us drink in the sight.

Patricia’s face burned crimson. Her breath came in short, shaky gasps.

"Peter... I’m so... open..." she whispered, voice cracking with embarrassed awe and raw need. But she didn’t try to close her legs.

She kept them wide. For me.

I leaned down and gave her one long, slow, worshipful lick. Tongue flat and broad, starting all the way at her dripping entrance, dragging upward through every ruffled inner fold, scooping up her cream, then gliding over her throbbing clit in one continuous, wet stroke.

"Aaaahhhhh—!" Patricia cried out — long, broken, high and helpless — her whole body jerking hard enough that her inner lips quivered against my tongue.

I pulled back, lips shining, and gripped my cock at the base. The contrast was fucking obscene. My cock was monstrous next to her spread pussy — long, thick, veined like steel cables, the head broad and blunt and already drooling precum in heavy strands.

It looked almost too big to fit, like it belonged on a different body entirely.

Yet Patricia looked ready. Determined. Completely, utterly mine. Her eyes were locked on my cock, pupils blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving. There was no fear in her face anymore — only dark, hungry devotion.

She’d been taking me many times, today won’t change anything... just different circumstances

"Oh god... it’s so big... it’s touching me..."

I didn’t wait. I drove into her at once — one powerful, relentless thrust that buried half my thick length inside her in a single stroke. Her walls stretched violently around me — vise-tight, fluttering wildly, a wet, obscene schlick filling the room as her slick gushed out around my shaft.

"Fuuuuck—Peter—too big—ahhh—!" she screamed, back arching clean off the bed, eyes rolling back, thighs shaking uncontrollably in my grip.

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