Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Janet’s Liberation Reward (R-18)

A slow, almost cruel smile spread across his lips.

"You want me to fuck you, Janet?" His voice was velvet wrapped in steel. "Say it."

She didn’t hesitate.

"Please fuck me. Hard. Now."

With a growl, he closed the distance, his hands reaching for her hips, strong and unyielding. He pulled her up just enough so her feet were flat on the floor, then pressed her back against the cold tile wall.

Her breath hitched as his body pressed in, warmth and power colliding with her wet, trembling skin.

He hooked one hand under her thigh, lifting her effortlessly, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

The world shrank to the heat between them, the slick glide of his length aligning with her aching core.

Her legs were trembling like they’d been set loose from iron chains, muscles weak and shaking under his weight, but she clung to him anyway. Her hands gripped his shoulders so tight her nails bit into the taut skin, sending tiny shivers through both their bodies.

His fingers pressed into her hips—calloused, sure, and unforgiving—lifting her with effortless strength. The slight scrape of skin on skin when he pulled her up was a spark igniting a wildfire in her veins.

Janet’s breath hitched, a shallow gasp that quivered on her lips as his cock pressed into her trembling core. The bathroom’s cold tiles bit into her back, a sharp contrast to the searing fire crawling through her belly.

He hooked one leg around his waist tighter, pulling her deeper, hips flush, her bare pussy slick and sticky with her own desperation.

His length—hard, thick, impossibly perfect—pressed against her drenched folds. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch sliding slowly against her swollen, sensitive skin.

The first inch slipped inside, slow and deliberate, and she gasped—sharp and ragged, the sensation raw and overwhelming.

Her walls clenched instinctively, slick warmth flooding over him like a tidal wave, pulling him deeper.

He paused for a moment, letting her adjust while e adjusted his cock for her, feeling her tremble in his arms. Then, inch by inch, he pushed further, filling her completely until she was stretched perfectly around him—tight and wet, a living, pulsing cradle made just for him.

He was ripping her pussy apart liberating her from all those years... it felt so big inside her like she was losing her virginity for the second time. She felt like she was falling part.

Janet’s hands slid from his shoulders down his back, feeling the heat radiate through his skin, the muscles rippling with every tiny movement.

He began to move.

Slow at first—each thrust a calculated strike, a fierce promise whispered between them. The wet, slick sound of their bodies joining echoed softly, punctuated by her sharp intake of breath and the occasional low growl rumbling from deep in his throat.

Her hips rocked in time, matching his pace as her body begged for more. The wet friction of his cock drenched with her slick juice as it moved in and out of her pussy was maddening—rough veined edges of his cock meeting soft wet pink curves, heat meeting heat, a storm of sensation that threatened to drown her.

Her nails dug into the firm planes of his shoulders, white-knuckled as she held on tight, trying to anchor herself through the waves crashing inside her.

His mouth found hers, crashing down with fierce hunger. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled—moans escaped her lips, wet and raw, vibrating through her chest.

The taste of him was intoxicating—salty, musky, utterly consuming.

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes—dark pools of fire, rimmed with sweat and desire.

"Look at me," he growled.

She obeyed, heart hammering like his cock hammered in her pussy, so loud she thought he might hear it.

"That’s my girl," he whispered, voice thick and possessive, his dick throbbed, she could feel how his veins throbbed in her pussy

His hips snapped forward with brutal precision, deeper and faster now.

The sudden movement sent shockwaves through her core, lighting every nerve on fire. Her breath hitched, then broke into a series of ragged gasps.

She arched against him, body trembling, sweat slicking her skin as the tension wound tighter and tighter inside her.

Her moans grew louder—raw, desperate, pure need spilled into the small room with every thrust.

"Fuck, Janet," he growled, voice thick with want. "You feel so fucking perfect."

She clung to him like he was her lifeline, fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck.

Her legs trembled violently, muscles quaking as the coil inside her tightened, ready to snap.

"Come for me," he commanded, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. He hit her deep nerve while sucking of her tits. He groped her ass and started going fast creating the squashing sound of her pussy.

And then—

Her body shattered.

A wave of fire and heat crashed through her, rolling out in violent spasms that left her gasping and shaking.

Her nails dug into his skin, breath catching in ragged sobs as she screamed his name—broken and worshipful.

Eros held her through every shudder, every tremor, his own body moving steadily, relentlessly.

When the last shudder faded, he pulled her tight, forehead resting against hers, breath mingling in the heavy, sweaty air.

"You’re mine," he said, voice soft but absolute. "Always."

"Fuck, Janet," Eros growled low, voice thick with raw hunger. "You’re mine — all of you."

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