Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 919

Chapter 919: Eziel Ashworth (r-18)

He answered her command without mercy... DRILLING her pussy in the same way he knew better. Eziel needed not technique right now of masterfully, what she craved was a drill that would make her forget all the past pathetic days and the satisfy the hunger she’s been starved.

His hands clamped around her waist like iron vices—fingers sinking deep into the soft, sweat-slick flesh above her hips, bruising deep enough that purple blooms would mark her for a week. He yanked her forward at the same moment his hips snapped.

The thrust was savage—full-powered, no buildup, no warning. He buried another thick, brutal four inches in one merciless plunge, the flared head battering past her deepest resistance until the veined shaft was sheathed to nearly eight inches inside her impossibly small cunt.

This was all she could take for now unlike his women who were used to his cock... at least when he doesn’t increase it.

Her scream tore the air apart—raw, primal, shattering—"FUUUUUUCK—EROS—YES—IT’S TEARING ME—!"

The sound ricocheted off the glass walls, bounced down empty corridors, loud enough to wake security three floors below if anyone had been listening.

Her entrance stretched to the absolute limit of survival.

The delicate pink ring—already strained translucent from the head alone—now looked like it was on the verge of ripping: edges pulled so thin they were almost white, then flushed a violent, angry crimson where the thin skin clamped desperately around the invading girth.

Every vein on his cock pressed visibly against the stretched rim, imprinting its pattern into her flesh like a brand. Her outer lips were stretched beyond paper-thin—pale, taut, hugging the thick base of his shaft in a glossy, obscene seal that glistened with the obscene amount of slick forced out around him.

Long inner folds—dark-rose, ruffled, swollen to twice their normal size—were dragged outward in clinging, fluttering ribbons, plastered flat against his veined length like wet silk caught on thorns, quivering helplessly with every punishing stroke.

The wetness was catastrophic.

Thick, creamy ropes of her arousal exploded out around the seal with every withdrawal—stretching in long, silver strands between them before snapping and splattering in heavy, wet arcs onto the desk, his swinging balls, her quivering ass cheeks.

On every downstroke the schlick-schlick-schlick turned into a filthy, squelching SLAP-SLAP-SLAP as her slick-churned pussy sucked at him like a starving mouth.

The polished mahogany beneath her gleamed black and mirror-slick, reflecting their joined bodies in obscene detail: her tiny hole stretched grotesquely wide around his massive cock, inner walls visible in flashes as he pulled back, rippling and spasming like they were trying to strangle him.

He railed her without rhythm, without mercy—deep, fast, harder—hips pistoning in a brutal, animal rhythm that made the heavy oak desk groan and shift beneath them, drawers rattling, pens rolling off the edge to clatter on the floor.

Each thrust in her pussy lifted her ass completely off the wood before slamming her back down so hard the impact forced fresh gushes of slick to spray out around his shaft in hot, messy jets.

His hips and her thighs met and lifted her up sending her back but his grip on her would pull back before ramming back into her pussy again with savage thrusts.

All she could do now was bite into his shoulders and moan louder and louder.

"Ah—ah—ah—EROS—FUCK—TOO DEEP—TOO HARD—IT HURTS—IT HURTS SO FUCKING GOOD—DON’T STOP—!" Her voice fractured into high, shattered wails—loud enough to crack glass if the office weren’t empty.

What would her father think if he saw her like this... she screamed in another ecstatic moan.

Her mouth hung open in a constant, drooling scream of pleasure-pain-ecstasy, tongue visible, eyes rolled back until only whites showed.

Her clit—dark cherry, swollen to bursting, protruding shamelessly beyond its hood—throbbed untouched above the brutal stretch, jumping and pulsing violently with every deep thrust. He refused to touch it.

"Please—please touch my clit—Eros—please—I need it—I’m dying—!"

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