Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: My First Time 2(R-18)

Madison straddled me again, her body glistening and flushed, and her breath hit my lips like she was about to deliver the most important speech of my fucking life.

Her thighs pressed against my hips, and I could feel her—wet cave, warm, ready to attempt what might go down in medical history as either a miracle or a catastrophe. She reached down between us, grabbing my cock with both hands again like she was about to mount some kind of mythical beast and needed to establish dominance first.

This was it. About to take my virginity and probably reshape my entire understanding of human anatomy in the process.

But then she paused, staring down at the situation like she was reconsidering the physics involved.

Just looked at it.

Then at me.

"You’re seriously... this big?" she whispered, like the reality was just hitting her again despite all the evidence she’d already collected. "What the hell, Peter? Did you make some kind of deal with the devil?"

She was acting like my dick was a natural phenomenon that defied scientific explanation.

I gave a shaky laugh. "It’s not like I filed a special request with genetics."

"Yeah, well," she muttered, lowering herself slightly, the head brushing against her folds. Her whole body shivered like she just touched a live wire. "Whatever cosmic force engineered this... deserves a fucking Nobel Prize."

Just credited the universe with designing my equipment. This could not be real life.

She positioned me carefully, and the second I felt her there—hot and soaked and sliding against the tip—I swear I almost lost my mind right then and there like some kind of premature ejaculation speedrun champion.

But she was the one who gasped first like someone just told her Santa Claus was real and he was packing serious heat.

"Oh my God," she breathed, stopping completely. "You’re not even inside me, and I feel like I’m being challenged by a fucking monument."

She treated this like an extreme sport that should come with safety equipment and medical supervision.

"We can stop—" I started, because apparently I was the kind of guy who offered to quit right before winning the lottery.

She shook her head with the determination of someone who was about to climb Mount Everest in designer jeans. "No. I want it. I need to know if this is even possible."

Just turned losing my virginity into a scientific experiment about the limits of human anatomy.

She planted both hands on my chest, her fingers digging in like she was bracing for impact—like she needed anchor points before attempting something that should probably require a team of trained professionals and a warning label.

Then her hips started to descend, slow and cautious, her body tense with focus. The head of my cock met her entrance—and just that contact had us both gasping.

Her face changed.

Gone was the confident, untouchable rich girl who usually walked through life like it was hers to command. What replaced it was something entirely different—something stunned and wide-eyed. Vulnerable. Like she was realizing in real time that this wasn’t going to be effortless, that this wasn’t just another conquest.

I could feel her lower lips part, trembling.

Her breath hitched—sharp and uneven, like her body was trying to decide whether to move forward or call for backup.

Then it happened.

Resistance.

Like her body had slammed into a wall that didn’t belong there. A hard, unyielding barrier of stretched flesh and impossible width. Her hips stalled, locked above me, and we both felt the same truth at the exact same time.

It wasn’t going in.

Not easily.

Not naturally.

Not without effort.

The reality struck like a thunderclap—we were attempting something our bodies hadn’t evolved to handle. It wasn’t just tight. It was like her body had to relearn anatomy just to let me inside.

And still, she didn’t back off.

She hovered there, jaw clenched, breath ragged, like she was trying to figure out if sheer willpower could override basic physics.

I stared up at her, frozen in disbelief. Not just at the insane tightness or how insanely hot she looked struggling to take me—but at the insane fact that she still wanted to try.

"You’re so tight," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears, completely overwhelmed by how real this was—how much this was.

"Oh my fuck," she breathed, the words trembling out of her like a prayer whispered to a god she didn’t believe in until now. "I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire spoiled existence."

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