Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 993

Chapter 993: My New Forbidden Mommy~ (r-18)

Her thighs clamped my skull like a guillotine made of velvet and desperation, mature pussy spasming rhythmically around the two fingers still knuckle-deep inside her, walls rippling in frantic, starving pulses while my tongue kept whipping her clit in merciless little flicks.

She was locked at the razor’s edge—body rigid, breath fracturing into high, broken sobs, hips grinding down with animal desperation like sheer willpower could bully her orgasm into existence.

Then the proud CEO shattered.

"Eros... Peter..." Her voice cracked both my names—high, wrecked, pleading—fingers ripping at my hair until tears pricked my eyes from the sting. "Can you... give it to me today? Please... Eros—please—give your cock to your new forbidden mommy—"

I pulled my mouth away just enough to speak directly against her drenched, swollen folds—lips grazing her pulsing clit, hot breath washing over soaked skin like psychological warfare.

"Give you what, Sable?" I purred, voice dark velvet wrapped around a knife. My thumb took over for my tongue—rolling slow, heavy circles over her engorged pearl while my fingers curled deeper, stroking that ridged sweet spot that made her entire lower body quake like a fault line.

"This? Or something thicker?"

She whimpered—"Nnghhh... fuck—please—"—hips rolling shamelessly into my palm, chasing pressure like a bitch in heat who’d forgotten she owned half the media landscape.

Thick ropes of her arousal coated my fingers, dripping in warm, obscene trails down my wrist and onto the glass desk like evidence she’d never get scrubbed clean.

I removed my fingers and licked her on my fingers like I was tasting the sweetest thing.

Wasn’t she?

I laughed low against the soft inside of her thigh—cruel, knowing, the laugh of a man who already won three moves ago.

"Your husband can’t even get hard for you anymore, can he?" My thumb pinched her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger—rolling it in slow, torturous twists that made her sob outright. "That’s why you’re squatting on your own desk like a desperate cougar, for a teenager, dripping mommy-juice all over my face. He never made you beg like the slut you really are, did he?"

She shook her head frantically—"No—no—I no longer let him touch me... six years now—"—voice splintering into a raw moan as her hips bucked harder against my hand.

"Hahhh... years—Eros—please—fill the hole he abandoned—"

I stood slowly—her trembling hands sliding down my chest like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go—then reached for my belt. The metal buckle clinked like a gunshot in the suddenly too-quiet office.

Zipper hissed open.

I shoved pants and boxers to mid-thigh in one rough motion.

My cock sprang free—thick, veined, obscenely heavy, already drooling a thick pearl of pre-cum from the slit, the dark shaft glistening under the office lights like it knew it was about to ruin someone’s life.

Sable inhaled like she’d been punched in the diaphragm—eyes blowing wide, lips parting on a reverent, shattered "Ohhh... fuck... it’s even bigger than I dreamed..."—and she reached out with shaking little long beautiful fingers.

The tips traced the fat, pulsing vein along the underside—slow, worshipful—following it from root to crown like she was mapping sacred territory she’d pray to later.

Pre-cum smeared across her fingertips as she circled the swollen, mushroom head; she brought those glistening fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean with a broken moan that echoed off the glass.

"No, Eros..." she breathed, voice trembling on the edge of tears. "Don’t fuck me. Not yet. Just... tease me. Ruin me slowly. I want to feel this cock haunt me—every board meeting, every time I cross my legs under the table, every night I finger myself crying your name. I want of think of it every time, think of it claiming my pussy, I want to ache for it... until I break."

"Oh, Sable..." I murmured, voice dripping sin like gasoline on a bonfire. "Who said our first time would be today and in your office?" My free hand gripped her hip—fingers digging into soft flesh—steadying her perched on the desk edge like a sacrifice. "I’m going to make you earn every fucking inch."

Sable moaned—"AHHH—fuck—Eros—it’s opening me up—!"—the instant the head parted her folds.

"Please—" she sobbed, hips rolling with me, chasing that torturous half-inch. "Just the tip—fuck—again—stretch your mommy just a little more—"

"Nnghhh—yes—there—God, it’s so thick—!"—thighs were shaking, ass lifting off the desk to meet each teasing press, fighting not to beg for the full brutal length.

I dragged the head up—rubbing slow, filthy circles over her clit until it jumped and throbbed—then back down—parting her folds, breaching her entrance just enough to make her feel the burning stretch before retreating.

Each time the crown popped free with a wet suck, her pussy clenched on nothing—inner walls rippling visibly, clit pulsing angrily against the slick underside of my shaft.

She was coming undone—moaning in an endless, fractured stream—

"Hahhh... ahhh... Eros—please—don’t stop—tease your forbidden slut—ruin me—more—"—hips bucked frantically, trying to force another inch while I held her hips in an iron grip, controlling every torturous millimeter.

The desk groaned under her writhing. City lights bled through the frosted glass like voyeurs. Somewhere down the hall, footsteps echoed—but the risk only made her wetter, louder, more desperate.

I leaned in—lips brushing the shell of her ear—voice black velvet and possession.

"Tomorrow, Sable..." Another slow, cruel drag—the crown parting her folds, sinking one thick inch inside before I pulled back with torturous slowness. "And every time you sit in that power chair... every time that empty ache flares between your thighs... you’ll remember exactly how my cock felt right here—stretching you, owning you, denying you."

She sobbed—"Eros—please—I can’t take it—I need it inside me—I’ll do anything—"—hips jerking, pussy clenching and gushing on nothing, clit throbbing wildly against my shaft.

I chuckled—low, dark, final—and dragged the swollen head up her slit one last time—spreading her wetness, coating every veined inch in her shame—then held perfectly still, letting her feel the heat, the weight, the promise she would never forget.

"Beg prettier next time, My, new forbidden Mommy," I whispered against her trembling lips. "And maybe... I’ll give you another inch."