Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Nerd’s Bliss: My First Time 5(R-18)

I picked up the pace—hips pistoning with a savage, deliberate power—and she reacted like I’d punched in a secret Konami code straight to her nervous system.

"Oh my God, Peter! You’re mine now!" she gasped, voice shredding under the weight of pleasure. "You’re fucking mine! No one else gets to have this!"

She was staking her claim while I was buried inside her to the hilt.

"You’re gonna be my man from now on," she panted—desperate, possessive, half‑feral. "This cock is mine. You’re mine."

Her words detonated in my bloodstream—pure electrical fire. I slammed deeper, faster. She screamed, back arching off the bed like a live wire.

"FUCK YES! That’s it—that’s my man!" The walls must’ve rattled with how loud she moaned. "You’re ruining me for everyone else!"

She dirty‑talked like a porn star, and every filthy word was meant for me.

It wasn’t just the moment I owned.

It was her.

Madison Torres—untouchable fantasy of every hallway whisper—was underneath me, clawing at my shoulders, surrendering everything while proclaiming ownership in the same breath.

"I didn’t know you’d be like this," she choked out between moans that could raise the dead. "I thought you’d be nervous and awkward, but you’re—fuck—you’re completely ruining me!"

"You’re so big—so fucking perfect!" she cried as I drove harder, deeper, the rhythm now a relentless drum. "I’m never letting you go. You’re mine, Peter!"

Even she sounded shocked by how perfectly we fit.

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her next scream—tasting the raw mix of shock and ecstasy on her tongue.

"I was nervous," I breathed against her lips, foreheads pressed, sweat slick between us. "But this? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me—and I’m going to make sure you never forget it."

Time to make it legendary.

I kept going—faster, harder—meeting every frantic thrust of her hips with one of my own. The headboard slammed a steady rhythm against the wall; her breathless cries rose to a chorus that echoed off her princess‑suite walls.

Every stroke was calculated chaos—deeper, purposeful, yet never reckless. I wanted her to feel it all: every inch that fit, every ragged second stretching into forever.

"YES! PETER! DON’T STOP! YOU’RE MINE!" she howled, voice cracking under pleasure’s weight. "FASTER! PLEASE—FASTER!"

And right then—virgin nerd Peter Carter ceased to exist.

What remained was a man who had the hottest girl in school unraveling beneath him, her power stripped away by a rhythm she couldn’t control.

The girl who expected to tutor some fumbling novice was now reduced to broken syllables of my name.

What happened next was basically a masterclass in human endurance testing that would’ve made Olympic athletes weep with exhaustion and probably required medical supervision.

Madison, being the relentless perfectionist she was, decided that conquering my anatomy in missionary position wasn’t sufficient data for her scientific research. She seemed determined to conduct multiple experiments from every conceivable angle, apparently convinced that practice made perfect and she was going for some kind of sexual achievement unlocking.

She treated my virginity loss like it was a comprehensive educational program she needed to complete with honors.

"We’re not done," she announced with the determination of someone who had just discovered her new favorite extreme sport. "I need to make sure that wasn’t a fluke."

She thought my dick performance needed quality assurance testing.

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