Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: A Goddess Pu**y (R-18)

Warning: The scene below is a symphony of a foursome and might contain a woman to woman (Slight and with the MC) You can skip if you are not interested in it.

Victoria was closest, breathing fast, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I moved on her instantly, the professional detachment gone. Hand sliding up her ribs, fingertips deliberately dragging over the sensitive underside of her breast before cupping its full, warm weight.

Her nipple pebbled instantly against my palm, a hard, eager point.

My other hand tangled in her hair at the back of her neck, tilting her head back forcefully to expose the long, vulnerable line of her throat.

The pulse hammered there – frantic, exposed. I put my mouth on it, not a kiss, but a hard, sucking pull, marking her skin. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her hips jerking forward uncontrollably, seeking contact.

Across the table, Anya watched, her hair disheveled, her eyes dark with anticipation. My left-hand left Ortega’s thigh momentarily, snaking out to slide down Anya’s sweat-slicked spine. She arched into the touch like a cat.

My fingers traced the cleft of her ass, then dipped lower, finding the hot, wet slickness between her thighs. She was soaked, ready. I slid two fingers knuckle-deep inside her in one smooth stroke.

A guttural moan escaped her lips, her body clenching around my invading digits. I curled them, finding that spongy spot deep within, stroking slowly, deliberately, while my thumb found her clit, circling the swollen nub with relentless pressure.

Her thighs trembled.

"Fuck," Ortega breathed, her eyes finally opening, dark pools of lust fixated on where Anya was being fingered. Her own hand drifted down, fingers hesitant at first, then slipping through her own folds.

I saw the moment she found her clit, her hips lifting off the table, a low whine building in her throat.

"Victoria," I commanded, my voice rough. She blinked, dazed. "Touch her."

Understanding dawned. Victoria, still trembling from the assault on her throat and breast, turned her body. She leaned over Anya, capturing one perfect, silver-dusted nipple in her mouth just as I thrust my fingers deeper into Anya’s cunt.

Anya cried out, a sound of pure, overwhelmed pleasure, her body bucking between the mouth on her breast and the fingers fucking her. Victoria sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak, while her own hand slid down Anya’s flank, teasing the crease of her hip.

I reached across Ortega’s prone body, my right hand finding the wrist Victoria wasn’t using. I guided it, pushing her fingers down, down, until they met mine where I was buried inside Anya.

I pressed her fingers alongside mine, letting her feel the slick heat, the rhythmic clench. Victoria moaned around Anya’s nipple, the vibration making Anya shudder. I began to move our linked fingers together, fucking Anya in tandem, my thumb still rubbing her clit, Victoria’s fingers adding pressure, stretching her wider.

Anya was lost. Words became incoherent sounds, gasps and whimpers blending into a desperate plea. "Please... oh god... please..."

Ortega was beside herself, her fingers flying over her own clit, her other hand gripping the table edge tightly, knuckles white. Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her hips grinding against her own hand.

The sight of Victoria and I working Anya over was pushing her rapidly towards the edge. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide, desperate.

"Me," she choked out. "Please... don’t leave me out."

I felt a primal surge. My cock, hard and aching since the towels fell, throbbed insistently. I pulled my fingers (and Victoria’s) free from Anya’s drenched pussy. Ortega whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

Victoria straightened, her lips swollen, her chest heaving.

I moved to Anya, standing between her spread legs. She watched me, panting, her eyes dropping to my straining erection. I slicked my cock with the oil coating my hands, the cool liquid mixing with the heat radiating from both of us.

I positioned the blunt head at her soaked entrance, pushing just the tip inside. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around me, gripping me like a velvet vise. I looked down at her, at the desperate hunger etched on her face.

"This what you need?" I growled.

"Yes!" she hissed, trying to lift her hips to take more. "Fuck me! Now!"

The wet, sucking shlap of flesh filled the room.

At the same time, my right hand slid down Anya’s sweat-slick stomach, thumb crushing her clit—a hard, grinding circle that made her scream again. "FUCK!"

My hips took control. I pulled out until just my swollen head remained inside Anya’s entrance, feeling her slick walls suck at me. Then I slammed back balls-deep—thrusting so hard the table skidded.

Wet, sloppy shlllaps echoed with each impact.

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