Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Table (R-18)

My cock was buried deep inside her, the head of my cock pressing hard against her slick pussy, tight end—her pussy walls clenching around me like they were made to fit me perfectly. Her head fell back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat, and a sound tore out of her—raw, unfiltered, a moan that rattled through her whole body like a storm breaking loose.

"Jesus... you feel—Peter, you feel so..."

She couldn’t finish—words lost to the tidal wave of sensation crashing through her. I held her close, feeling every tremble and shiver that ran from her core to the tips of her fingers, knowing I was the only one who could make her feel this way.

I stole the rest of her words with my mouth, pressing my lips to hers as I began to move—slow, powerful thrusts that pushed deep enough to make her body shudder beneath me. Her walls clenched tight, struggling to adjust to the full thickness of me, but I held steady, driving in with a steady, devastating rhythm.

Every inch of me that had slid inside her, filling her out before I was even over, stretching her in a way that left no doubt I was hers—marked her in a way she wouldn’t forget. I wanted her to remember this.

To carry the feeling of me buried deep inside her long after we were apart.

The table groaned beneath us, the sound raw and real with every push and pull. Her legs locked tight around me, heels digging into my back like anchors—like she was saying don’t you dare leave.

And I wasn’t going anywhere.

Not until she knew, deep in her bones, that she was mine.

With each deliberate thrust, I sank in slow and steady—feeling the slick, hot wetness of her wrapping around me like a second skin, clinging to every ridge and vein. The heat and slickness made me slick too, coating my cock in her need, making every movement glide smoother but never losing the sharp edge of pressure.

Her breath hitched, sharp and ragged, as my hips drove deep—then pulled back just enough to let her catch a trembling gasp before pushing in again, deep and unyielding.

Her nails raked into my back, leaving marks that burned like promises. Her body clenched tight around me, spasming with every stroke like she was trying to hold onto the moment forever—both overwhelmed and desperate for more.

"Look at me," I whispered low, my lips brushing hers between thrusts.

She did.

Eyes wide, trembling, and completely surrendered, wide, dark, totally glazed over with lust.

"I want you to remember this," I said, voice low but steady, hips still grinding slow in her tight pussy. "Every damn time you walk into this room. Every time you sit at this table, I want you to feel me—right there, inside you."

She moaned—loud and desperate—her whole body trembling like she was about to break apart and somehow hold herself together all at once.

"I’m already yours," she gasped, breath shaky.

I kissed her again, this time slow and sweet—one hand cupping her cheek, the other pulling her closer, keeping her right where I wanted her.

"I know," I whispered against her lips. "And I’m never giving you back."

She was still panting beneath me, flushed and wrecked, skin slick with sweat, lips swollen from my kisses, every muscle trembling. And yet—her eyes? Still hungry. Still begging for more.

I leaned in, brushing her hair back from her face, kissing her temple, then her cheek, then the edge of her jaw.

"You’re not done," I murmured. "I can feel it."

Her nod was slow, eyes glazed but wild with want.

"I don’t want to be."

I didn’t need her to say more. That was enough.

I slid my hands under her thighs again, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. Without hesitation, I lifted her straight off the table like she weighed nothing, spinning her slowly so her breath hitched in surprise. She grabbed onto my arms, fingers tightening like she needed the grip—and I didn’t let go.

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