Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 977

Chapter 977: Genevieve’s Morning After (r-18)

Sunlight sliced through the half-closed blinds in thin golden stripes across the hotel bed of the third penthouse, catching on the tangled white sheets and the faint bruises blooming on Genevieve’s inner thighs like dark purple petals someone had sucked into existence.

She woke slowly, body heavy with the kind of deep, throbbing ache that screamed every filthy detail of last night—the torn dress still crumpled on the bathroom floor like evidence, mascara tracks dried into faint black rivers she hadn’t bothered to scrub away.

She didn’t open her eyes right away. She just felt him.

Eros’s broad shoulders were already wedged deep between her knees, forcing her legs into an obscene, helpless spread.

Her thighs trembled on either side of his head, heels hooked uselessly over the thick curves of his biceps, toes curling tight in the air every time his hot breath ghosted across her swollen, sleep-slick folds.

His hands clamped the backs of her thighs—fingers sinking into soft flesh, prying her open wider so nothing was hidden: outer lips puffy and parted, inner petals flushed dark rose and glistening with the creamy remnants of last night’s cum mixed with her fresh, slow-leaking arousal.

Hot breath hit her first—then the flat of his tongue. One long, deliberate drag from the dripping entrance all the way up, scooping up the thick, salty-sweet mix of his own dried seed and her morning wetness in a single filthy stroke.

Genevieve moaned low and wrecked, the sound ripping out before she could choke it back.

"Mmmph—fuck—Eros—" Her hands shot down, fingers diving into his hair, clutching the roots so hard her knuckles blanched.

She yanked him into her pussy desperate to feel more of his mouth, hips bucking up off the mattress to mash her cunt against his mouth. "Right there—oh god—don’t you fucking stop—"

No teasing buildup this morning. No cruel edges. Just raw, greedy, starving worship.

He sealed his lips around her outer petals and sucked—hard, greedy, pulling the swollen, puffy flesh into the wet heat of his mouth like he was trying to drink her whole. It made a sound of its own, louder than her muffled moan as he sucked them into his mouth.

The soft pussy lips popped free with a loud, obscene wet smack, blooming back open darker, shinier, slicker than before.

He growled low against her, voice muffled and vibrating straight through her clit.

"Fuck, Gen—you taste like sin." Then he dove back, tongue spearing between the petals, flattening wide to lap at the sensitive inner edges, sucking each one into his mouth in turn—left, right, left—like he was making out with her cunt.

Every pull made her hips jerk; every release left her petals quivering, coated in fresh spit and her own cream.

He went straight for her clit—that fat, throbbing little pearl already swollen and peeking aggressively from its hood, begging. He flattened his tongue over it, pressing firm, then started slow, tight circles that made her whole pelvis lift off the bed like she’d been electrocuted.

"Yes—fuck—suck it—" she gasped, voice morning-rough and cracking.

Fingers twisted tighter in his hair, pulling him so deep his nose mashed against her mound, chin already slick and dripping.

He obeyed like a man possessed. Lips closed around her clit again—this time sucking harder, drawing the engorged bud deep into the hot, wet suction of his mouth, tongue lashing the sensitive underside in quick, filthy flicks—fast little whips that made her thighs clamp his ears and quake.

"Mmmph—look at this greedy little thing," he mumbled around her clit, words garbled and teasing, vibrating right into her core.

"Throbbing like it’s mad I left it alone all night."

He released it with a wet pop—watched it jump—then sucked it back in, hollowing his cheeks so tight the suction pulled at her whole pelvis. Tongue circled the tip in frantic swirls while he hummed low, the vibration rolling through her like thunder.

He alternated—sucking her clit like he was trying to pull her orgasm out by force, then dropping lower.

Tongue plunged into her entrance—thick, insistent, curling—fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes that dragged along her front wall, scooping out more of the creamy mix of his cum and her arousal.

"Deeper—fuck—tongue-fuck me—eat that pussy—" Her voice broke into raw whimpers. "Suck my clit harder—make me soak your fucking face—"

He sucked her clit harder—cheeks hollowing—while his tongue fucked her entrance in brutal little jabs, nose grinding her clit on every forward thrust. Slick gushed—strings of it stretching between his mouth and her hole when he pulled back for air—coating his chin, dripping down his neck.

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