Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 920

Chapter 920: Her Sin

She screamed his name like a prayer, a curse, a surrender—body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming, voice hoarse and wrecked—while he kept railing her through it, refusing to slow, refusing to stop, refusing to let her come down.

The desk creaked dangerously beneath them. Papers scattered like frightened birds. The entire office smelled of sex—thick musk, salt, cream, sweat—and still he fucked her harder.

He didn’t slow. He didn’t ease up. He simply tightened his grip and fucked her harder—deeper—meaner.

His palms cracked down again on her bubbly ass—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—three vicious, open-handed blows in rapid succession that rang out like pistol shots in the empty office.

Each impact sent shockwaves through the soft, plump flesh; her round cheeks jiggled violently, pale skin igniting into bright, stinging pink handprints that darkened to angry scarlet within heartbeats.

The sting radiated inward like fire, pooling hot and liquid between her thighs, making her entrance clench harder around the thick shaft already splitting her open.

"Ahhh—fuck—yes—spank me—own me—!" she screamed, voice fracturing higher, rawer, the words dissolving into a desperate, drooling moan as the burn twisted into throbbing pleasure that shot straight to her denied clit.

He seized both cheeks in his hands—fingers sinking deep into the plush, yielding flesh until white divots formed around each knuckle, then blooming red as he kneaded and spread her wide open.

He pulled her ass apart so hard her inner thighs trembled, exposing every obscene detail to the harsh fluorescent light: the thin, translucent rim of her entrance stretched paper-thin and almost white at the edges where it gripped his veined girth like a rubber band about to snap, flushed deep crimson where the delicate skin clamped desperately around him.

Her long inner folds—dark-rose, ruffled, swollen to twice their normal size—were dragged outward in glistening, fluttering ribbons every time he withdrew, clinging wetly to the thick shaft like silk caught on barbs, only to be brutally forced back inside on the next slam.

"Mmmm... looks unsatisfied to me." He hummed slowly.

He pulled out slow—agonizingly slow—letting her feel every thick ridge, every pulsing vein scraping her oversensitive walls, the obscene schlorp of her slick being dragged along his length as her pussy tried to keep him inside.

Her entrance gaped for a heartbeat when the head popped free—pink, ruined, winking open and closed in frantic spasms, thick cream drooling from the stretched hole in heavy ropes that stretched and snapped against her inner thighs.

Then he slammed back in—full force, hips pistoning like a machine—burying himself to the hilt she could take in one violent stroke. The wet SLAP of his pelvis against her reddened ass rang louder than her scream.

Her entrance spasmed visibly—clenching like a fist around the thick base on impact, forcing fresh gushes of cream to spray out around his cock in hot, messy jets that splattered his thighs, her trembling calves, the desk in glistening arcs.

"I am going to make you forget your pathetic loser husband..." He bit her body making her squirm a bit, pushing towards his cock. "You’re mine now..." He pulled back before he drove into her again.

"AHHH—FUCK—EROS—TOO DEEP—IT’S TEARING ME APART—YES—HARDER—!" Her voice shattered into hoarse, animal wails—loud enough to rattle the glass partitions.

Tears streamed down her face in continuous rivers, mixing with drool that leaked from the corner of her open mouth. Her eyes rolled back until only whites showed; her tongue lolled slightly as she panted and screamed.

He leaned over her, chest pressed hard to her sweat-slick back, one hand still gripping a handful of her ass cheek—fingers digging deeper, spreading her wider—while the other slid up to fist her hair, yanking her head back so her throat arched and his lips brushed her ear.

"You like it, don’t you?" he whispered, voice dark velvet and dangerous. "Being owned completely. Not just your tight little cunt—not just your screams. I saved your story too. Pulled you out of this cage. And now every inch of this ruined pussy knows who it belongs to forever."

She sobbed—grateful, wrecked, euphoric—voice cracking into broken gratitude between screams: "Yes—yes—thank you—thank you for saving my story—thank you for taking me—fuck—I’m so thankful—own me—own everything—own my past, my future—break me—!"

He chuckled low—dark, satisfied—teeth grazing her earlobe hard enough to sting. "Good girl."

But the thrill came from how bold she’d been when she started giving him a feetjob after he’d winked at her on the table with her board members there.. her father and husband. That was still the driving force of this whole sex.

Wrong? Define wrong... but yes. A bit when you think about it. But the thrill of cucking a man while he’s blinded by the money you’d just offered was something he had never felt before.

Then he pulled out completely—slow, deliberate—letting her feel the sudden, aching emptiness, the obscene pop as the thick head left her gaping hole winking desperately, slick pouring from the ruined entrance in thick ropes that dripped onto the carpet below.

Eros parted er ass to her winking asshole... "Mmmm.." he hummed, it reminded him of Rebecca. His first ever asshole experience. This one was fresh and looked like a new subject to corrupt... they will definitely explore that later.

He stepped behind her, gripped her waist with both hands—fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave deep bruises—and lifted her.

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