Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Teacher’s P*ssy (R-18)

I pressed my lips to the inside of her thigh—slow, claiming kisses that left faint trails of heat and dampness in my wake. Her skin was satin-soft under my mouth, tasting faintly of the warm, clean scent of her body mixed with the faintest edge of anticipation. My hand moved with the kind of patience that makes a person ache, sliding the lace aside inch by inch until it gave way completely revealing to me the wet pussy of her’s.

My teacher’s pussy looked swollen, greedy—like it knew exactly what it wanted and wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less. The slick shine coating her folds caught the light, turning her wetness into something that felt almost decadent, like icing dripping down something forbidden.

The scent of her arousal and love juice hit me next—heady, intoxicating—a mix of her arousal and that raw, sweet tang of her need. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a pull, a hook sinking deep into me.

The cool air slipped in first onto pussy, brushing over her like a teasing stranger. I followed, lowering myself between her thighs until my mouth hovered just above her—close enough that she could feel the heat of my breath sliding over her skin, each exhale a promise, but still not close enough to give her what she wanted.

The space between us was torture—one slow, aching heartbeat where she could feel me without having me.

I didn’t give her a warning. One second my breath was teasing her, the next my tongue dragged up the length of her, slow enough that she could feel every deliberate inch of it.

The first taste hit me like a jolt—sweet and warm, with that dizzying, addictive tang that made me want to bury myself in her until I forgot how to come up for air.

Her whole body reacted—hips jerking forward, thighs tightening around my head, a sharp gasp ripping from her throat before it melted into a sound that was nothing but need. I flattened my tongue and slid over her again, slower this time, pressing in just enough to make her whimper.

God, she was trembling already. And I wasn’t even close to done with her.

When she gasped—sharp and sudden, her hands flying to cover her mouth like she’d just realized exactly how exposed she was—I only smiled against her skin.

My arms slid under her thighs, pulling her forward until the edge of the table bit faintly into her hips. The movement made her legs open just a fraction more, and that fraction was all mine.

I still didn’t rush. Still didn’t give in to the temptation clawing at me. Instead, I let the moment breathe, letting her sit in the weight of what I was about to do to her.

My eyes held hers—steady, unblinking—as I brushed my lips just barely over her, a whisper of contact that sent a visible shiver shooting up her spine. Her back arched. Her breath hitched. Her body twitched like she’d been touched by lightning.

And then... I pulled back.

"Peter," she whimpered, voice breaking in that way that sounded halfway between plea and surrender.

I kissed the top of her thigh again, slower this time, deep enough that she could feel it in her bones.

"Not yet," I murmured, my voice low and rough. "I want every nerve in your body screaming for me. When I finally take you... you’re gonna remember it every single time you sit at this table."

Her eyelids fluttered, lashes trembling against her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, her thighs trembling where they rested on my shoulders.

"You’re already ruining me," she breathed, and God, the way her voice cracked on that word made my blood run hotter.

"Good." My lips curved into a smile that she couldn’t see but could feel in the way my breath ghosted over her. I didn’t warn her again. Didn’t need to.

Her hips gave her away—rolling subtly toward me, her thighs flexing as if they couldn’t decide whether to pull me in or push me away. Her lips parted like a prayer was trapped between them.

I lowered my mouth to her, I did it slowly, sealing her fate one deliberate inch at a time. Her gasp hit me like a punch to the chest—sharp, unguarded, desperate.

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