Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 936

Chapter 936: Starved and Aged Patt (r-18)

Her hips slammed upward against me, driving her cunt deeper into my face which I welcomed fully. Velvety walls — softer, more giving, yet fiercely hungry after so many starving years — fluttered and rippled wildly around my spearing tongue, hot, slick, convulsing in frantic contractions that tried to drag me inside.

That deep, heady musk intensified as more cream poured — salty-sweet-ripe, coating my tongue, my lips, the roof of my mouth; every swallow pulled another wave of her mature essence down my throat, thick enough to feel it slide slow and warm.

Her clit throbbed violently against the flat of my tongue — swollen, hypersensitive, jumping with every brutal pull of suction.

I didn’t relent.

I sucked her whole pussy like a man starved because I was, I wanted to eat her pussy so much I was driving me crazy— lips locked tight, tongue lashing her clit in rapid, merciless flicks while I pulled her mound deeper, nose buried in soft pubic hair, inhaling the dense, intoxicating cloud of her aged arousal: warm earth, overripe fruit, faint copper, pure feral woman.

Every harder suck forced more slick to gush — thicker, muskier, running in heavy rivers down my chin, splattering the marble in loud, wet splatters.

Patt’s body electrified.

Thighs clamped vise-like around my head — thick muscles jumping and quivering against my ears.

Her nails raked my scalp raw. Hips bucked in helpless, frantic thrusts — smearing that rich, syrupy cream across my cheeks, nose, chin. Back arching off the counter, tits bouncing, nipples stiff and dark, tears streaming as she sobbed my name like a prayer.

"Yes—suck it—suck my filthy pussy—claim it—own it—while she sleeps right there—fuck—don’t stop—!"

I kept going — deep, rhythmic pulls — tongue fucking into her spasming entrance (walls so plush and greedy they molded around me like warm wet velvet), then flattening to batter her throbbing clit, then sucking the entire swollen mound again.

Her pussy spasmed harder with every pull — entrance winking open and closed around my tongue, inner walls rippling in powerful, milking waves, flooding me again and again with that deep, starved, mature taste.

She shattered — suddenly, violently — screaming loud enough to shake the glass.

"EROS—COMING—FUCK—I’M COMING—!"

Hot, forceful jets of slick squirted against my tongue and I didn’t pull away, if anything, I tightened my mouth around her pussy— thicker and muskier than before, rushed into my mouth, tasting of years of pent-up release, flooding my mouth, spilling in heavy rivers down my chin and throat.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably around my skull, ass lifting higher, body convulsing in endless waves while I sucked harder, pulling every gush, claiming every drop of her ripe, long-denied essence.

When she finally collapsed — gasping, trembling, pussy still weakly fluttering against my lips — I lifted my head just enough to meet her wrecked gaze.

Face ruined — tears streaming, lips swollen, cheeks flaming, eyes glassy with obliterated bliss.

And she smiled — small, broken, utterly owned.

"More," she whispered, voice cracked. "Please... don’t stop... mark me deeper... ruin me completely..."

I didn’t let her come down after she came.

Her body was still shaking from the second orgasm—thighs quivering, pussy fluttering against my lips in weak little aftershocks, cream still dripping in slow, sticky threads from her swollen slit down my chin.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I stood in one smooth motion, hands sliding under her ass again—fingers digging deep into the soft, marked flesh of her cheeks firmly and tight.

She yelped when I lifted her clean off the counter, legs instinctively wrapping around my neck, ankles crossing behind my head. Her weight settled forward, thighs clamping tight around my ears, her dripping pussy now hovering right over my mouth.

Naked.

Completely fucking naked except for the red handprints and purple hickeys I’d already painted across her skin she’ll probably remember for days. I was still fully clothed—shirt slightly damp from her earlier grinding, trousers straining against my cock—but she was bare, exposed, dripping down my throat as I started walking.

The first step made her gasp—sharp, high—because the movement rocked her forward and my tongue immediately speared up into her again. Hot, velvety walls fluttered around the intrusion, still sensitive, still spasming.

I didn’t tease this time. I licked deep—long, slow drags of my tongue from her leaking entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit, flattening against the swollen nub on every pass. She tasted thicker now—musky, sweet-salty, the flavor of her second orgasm coating my tongue like honey.

"Oh fuck—Eros—yes—!" Her scream cracked the quiet suite again. Her hands flew to my hair for support, yanking hard enough to sting as she tried to pull my face deeper into her cunt while I carried her.

My tongue fucked into her on every step—curling upward to drag along that spongy front wall, then flicking her clit in rapid little lashes before sealing my lips around it and sucking hard. Her cream gushed out in fresh pulses every time I sucked—running down my chin, dripping onto my shirt collar, soaking the front of my chest.

Her thighs clamped tighter around my head, heels digging into my back. Her hips rolled frantically—small, desperate deep and needy thrusts that smeared her slick across my cheeks, my nose, my lips.

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