Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Pussy’s Sweet Scent of Surrender (R-18)

The air reeked of her—salt, musk, and honeyed desperation. Her cunt was bare and under the penthouse lights, glowing. Swollen lips parted like a split fig, slick enough to reflect the city skyline.

Harold’s rose petals clung to her inner thighs, crimson against the wet betrayal glistening on her skin. I knelt, the mattress groaning under my weight. Her breath hitched—sharp, ragged, like prey sensing the strike.

"Look at her," I growled, thumb grazing her entrance. Barely a brush. Her entire cunt clenched. "Flushed. Pulsing. Already weeping for me. Harold bought champagne. You? You’re the fucking vintage I’ll drink dry."

Amanda’s cunt was bare—glistening, swollen, inner lips peeled open like a ripe fruit. Harold’s roses clung to her thighs, dark red against the slick mess of her own making.

"Spread ’em."

She did. Legs wide, knees bent. Exposed. Her clit was a hard, straining knot. Wetness dripped onto the silk sheets.

My hands slid under her ass, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Forced her thighs wider. Stretched her open. The angle bared her clit—straining, glistening, aching. I blew a slow stream of cool air directly onto it. Her body jackknifed.

"Eros—FUCK!"

"Watch me unmake you," I snarled, locking eyes as my tongue hit her flesh.

No teasing. I flattened my tongue and dragged it slow from her dripping hole to her clit in one long, wet stripe. Her taste—salted honey, raw arousal, hers—exploded across my tongue. She bucked, hips grinding against my jaw. I did it again. And again. Painting her cunt with broad, deliberate licks.

Each stroke left her slicker. Louder. "Please—oh god, PLEASE—"

I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked. Not gently. Like a starving god claiming an offering. Hard, rhythmic pulls. Her back snapped off the bed. A scream ripped through the suite.

"YES! THERE! FUCK, RIGHT THERE!"

Sealed my mouth over her clit again and sucked. Hard. Tongue flicking the tip in blinding strokes. Her back snapped off the bed. Thighs clamped around my head like a vise.

I slid two fingers deep inside her. Curved instantly. Found that rough, ridged spot high on her front wall. Pressed. Rubbed in tight, fast circles. My other hand mashed down on her perineum. Dual assault. Front and back. Her body seized like a live wire.

"EROS—PETER—DON’T STOP—I’M—"

I ate her like a starving animal. No teasing, no slow licks. I sealed my mouth over her entire cunt and suckled. Hard. Tongue stabbing deep, swirling, lapping flat and wide. Tasting salt, sweetness, pure fuck-hunger. She bucked, thighs clamping around my ears.

"Eros! OH GOD—"

"Shut up and take it," I snarled against her flesh, vibrations making her jerk. Found her clit with my teeth—not biting, just barely scraping the edge while my tongue flicked lightning-fast over the tip.

She screamed, arched clean off the bed. "FUCK! RIGHT THERE—!"

I felt it—her inner walls clamping, fluttering like a trapped bird, faster than I had expected. How starved! "Give it to me," I snarled against her clit, vibrations shattering her control. "Scream. Let Harold’s penthouse drown in it."

My tongue, swirling relentless circles around the swollen pearl of her clit, felt the first telltale spasm deep within her core. Not a ripple, but a convulsion.

She detonated.

A guttural cry tore from her throat, raw and shredded, higher than any scream before–

"UUUHHHHNNNN—GOD—EROS—!"

It wasn’t just sound; it was a physical force, her whole body snapping taut like a live wire. Her hands flew from clawing the sheets to grabbing my head, fingers tangling brutally in my hair, holding me imprisoned against the source of the flood.

Not pulling away, but grinding down, forcing my lips and tongue deeper into the pulsing, gushing heat as she came.

Her cunt didn’t just clench; it pulsed violently. Rhythmic, powerful contractions seized around any part of me near her core– my chin pressed hard against her entrance, my fingers digging into the meat of her ass– each sending a fresh, smaller gush of her juices erupting out. It was rhythmic, like a heartbeat made liquid: pulse-splash, pulse-splash, pulse-splash.

Her thighs trembled violently against my ears, the muscles fluttering wildly. Her heels drummed a frantic, staccato beat against my shoulder blades.

But I wasn’t finished. Her limp body trembled with aftershocks. Sweat slicked her skin. Tears tracked through ruined mascara. Harold’s diamond glittered on her left hand like a cold, dead eye.

"Again," I commanded. Voice like gravel.

"Eros—no—too much—"

"Yes." I flipped her onto her stomach with inhuman strength. Yanked her hips up. Face smashed into roses. Her cunt was red, raw, mine.

I spread her cheeks wide. Her asshole winked. Below, her cunt gaped—still slick, still swollen. I bent and licked her. Everywhere. Onelong slow wet stroke from clit to tailbone. She choked. "OH GOD! WHAT—?"

I did it again. And again. Broad, wet, claiming every inch. My tongue delved deep... fucking her cunt in rigid thrusts. Then swirled her oversensitive clit. Flicked higher, tracing the tight pucker of her ass in deliberate reverence.

My left hand slid under her. Fingers found her clit. Rubbed in punishing circles. My right hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back. Forcing her spine into a brutal arch. "Scream for me. Let fucking go."

"Come. Now," I ordered, sucking her clit hard while grinding my fingers deep.

She exploded again like she hadn’t just did seconds ago. A high-pitched shriek ripped out as her cunt clamped down on my fingers like a vise.

Hot fluid gushed into my mouth, over my chin. I swallowed some, let the rest run down my neck, felt it drip onto my chest. Kept fingering her through it—pumping, not stopping, dragging every last spasm out until she collapsed, slack-jawed, drooling a little onto the silk.

"Can." Spread her cheeks wide. Stared at her asshole. Tiny, puckered. Perfect. Lowered my face and licked it. A slow, wet drag from clit to crack.

Shoved my tongue inside her cunt. Deep. Fucked her with it, stiff and hard. At the same time, rubbed her clit with my thumb—side-to-side, fast as hell. Slapped her ass again. "Louder. Scream for me."

No gentle preamble. I flattened my tongue and licked her from perineum to clit in one slow, deliberate claim. Amanda’s entire body seized. A sharp cry shattered the silence. Her taste exploded on my tongue—ambrosia, musk, life. I did it again. And again. Painting wet stripes over her slick flesh. Her hands flew to my hair, tangling, pulling hard, anchoring herself to the only solid thing in her unraveling world.

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