Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Dominique’s Pussy (R-18)

Her plea, a raw and sacred thing, hung in the air between them.

My grip on my cock tightened, the sheer, rigid weight of it a testament to the power she had just handed over. I didn’t make her wait. I didn’t tease. I lowered myself to my knees before her, a god kneeling before his most fervent worshipper.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a low growl.

Her tear-streaked face lifted, her eyes burning with a devotion so profound it was terrifying.

I took my cock in hand and guided the thick, blunt head to her entrance. I wasn’t long, but my god, I was magnificently, monstrously thick of her liking. I watched her eyes widen as she felt the sheer, unforgiving girth against her delicate, swollen folds. I watched the very tip part her slick lips, a bifurcation of flesh.

My cock was a heavy, thick column of flesh, the head dark and flared, a single, clear bead of fluid welling at the slit.

Her pussy, swollen and glistening, was a ripe, pink fruit, the inner lips peeking out, weeping with anticipation, the neat dark hair of her pubis matted with her slickness.

The air was thick with the scent of her need.

I took the head of my cock and notched it against her entrance. The immediate contrast was stark—my dark, thick, corded flesh against her soft, delicate, slick folds. I pushed. The resistance was immediate, a tight, hot clamp. Her body tensed, a sharp, hitched gasp her only response.

I pushed harder.

The broad, mushroomed head of my cock began to force her open, stretching her wide. It wasn’t a gentle entry; it was a slow, inexorable breach.

"Nnnnngh... Ah... AH!"

The sounds were torn from her, a crescendo of shock as I popped past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance. The head of my cock was now inside her, and her pussy went wild, a series of frantic, fluttering spasms gripping the tip, trying to understand, trying to accommodate.

I watched, transfixed, as I fed another inch of my thick, veiny shaft into her. Her lips were stretched thin around me, a stark, beautiful white line where she was being split open.

I gave another slow, grinding push, burying another two inches. Now she could feel it. The texture. The thick, ropelike veins that coiled around my cock were dragging against the ultra-sensitive walls of her pussy, a rasping, exquisite, internal friction that she had never felt before.

That’s when she felt them. The veins. They weren’t just raised; they were like thick, corded ropes, and as I ground into her, she could feel every single one dragging against the sensitive, slick walls of her inner sanctum.

"Oh... god... the... veins..." she wailed, her head thrashing on the floor. "I can feel every ridge... every... single... one..."

I pulled back, just an inch, and watched her slick, grool-coated inner lips pull out, clinging to my shaft as if trying to suck me back in. A fresh wave of her arousal, a pearlescent, creamy white, trickled out and down the cleft of her ass.

Then I drove forward, sinking my entire length into her in one long, relentless stroke until my heavy, cum-heavy balls slapped against her skin with a wet, fleshy SMACK.

"Ahhhhhh..." The sound was a long, strained wail, a high, thin note of overwhelming pressure. Her hands flew out to grip my forearms, her nails digging in.

"Stay with me, Dominique," I murmured, my hands gripping her hips, holding her steady for the invasion.

"FUCK! EROS! IT’S TOO... FUCKING... BIG!" she screamed, her entire body locking up, her arching bow taut as her pussy convulsed around the sudden, impossible fullness.

With one slow, relentless push, I buried the entire head of my cock inside her.

"EROS!" Her scream was one of pure, shattering sensation.

It was a sound of being broken open and remade in a single, brutal instant. Her entire body convulsed, her back arching. Her pussy, overwhelmed, reacted instantly, clamping down in a series of frantic, fluttering spasms, a desperate, biological attempt to expel the intruder.

Each withdrawal was a long, dragging pull, her pussy making a wet, sucking SCHLORP sound, gripping me, not wanting to let go.

Each thrust was a deep, powerful, bone-jarring impact, the head of my cock battering against her cervix, making her grunt with the force of it. The white, creamy lubrication was building, coating my cock in a thick, opaque glaze, a frothy ring appearing at the base with every deep stroke.

Then I began to move. It wasn’t a withdrawal, but a deep, grinding rotation. I stayed fully sheathed inside her, my cock so deep it felt like it was pressing against her very soul, and I shifted my hips.

I smiled. I began to pull out, a slow, torturous withdrawal. I watched, mesmerized, as my cock emerged, glistening, coated in a thick, creamy white slickness. It was the evidence of her desire, a frothy, obscene ring of her essence already gathering at the base of my shaft.

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