Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500: Nested (R-18)

The bouquet quivered in its crystal vase, petals trembling with every rock of the Rolls, their delicate scent a fragile whisper against the thick, animal reek of sex that now owned the cabin. Madison melted back against his chest, bare skin slick with sweat, her spine a perfect curve as she settled her weight into him.

Her ass—round, flushed, still bearing the faint red ghosts of his palm—nestged between his thighs like it belonged there. His cock, half-hard and glazed in their mess, jerked awake the instant her heat pressed down, a thick, hungry pulse that made her laugh, low and filthy.

She reached between her legs, fingers curling around his shaft—still tacky with cum and cream—and guided it up. Her other hand spread her swollen lips wide; even in the dim gold light he could see the ruin: her pussy flushed dark rose, folds puffy and glistening, a slow, creamy river of his last load seeping from her stretched hole.

She dragged the fat head through her slit, coating him anew, teasing her clit with the slick crown until her hips stuttered and a fresh bead of wetness rolled down his length.

"Ready for one more?" she breathed, glancing back, eyes blown black with lust.

He answered with a growl that rumbled against her neck, teeth scraping the tendon there as she circled her clit once, twice, smearing his tip through the mess until her breath hitched. "Still so fucking thick," she murmured, voice shredded.

"Look at you—never soft for me."

She sank down—slow, deliberate, a torturous glide that peeled her folds back over his crown, then swallowed him inch by veiny inch.

The creamy ring from their earlier rounds streaked his shaft again, clinging to every ridge as her walls fluttered and gripped. When her ass finally met his hips, she exhaled a broken "Fuck," head falling back against his shoulder, the angle driving him so deep she swore she felt him in her throat.

Her fingers found her clit—frantic, slippery circles—while the other hand clawed at his thigh for leverage.

She started to grind, tight, filthy rolls of her hips that dragged her pussy up and down his length in short, greedy strokes. He palmed her breasts from behind, thumbs flicking her nipples until they ached, then thrust up—hard, sudden—making her gasp and clench.

"Harder," she demanded, voice cracking. "Move with me."

He obeyed. They found a rhythm—her dropping, him surging up—wet, meaty slaps echoing as her ass met his thighs. The seat beneath them darkened, soaked through with slick and squirt, the leather gleaming like oil. Her pussy made obscene, churning sounds, schlick-schlick-schlick, her juices running in rivulets over his balls, pooling hot and sticky beneath them.

"God, Madison—" His voice was wrecked, hips snapping. "You’re drowning me."

"Don’t stop—don’t—" Her fingers blurred over her clit, hips jerking faster, pussy clamping down in frantic pulses. "I’m—"

She shattered.

Her spine snapped into a bow, thighs locking, toes curling against the carpeted floor.

A raw scream tore from her throat as her orgasm detonated—her pussy gushing, a hot, clear flood that exploded around his cock in violent pulses. Squirt splashed his thighs, his stomach, the seat—drenching them both in a sweet, filthy torrent that ran in rivers down his shaft, mixing with the creamy mess already there.

"Oh my God—" she sobbed, still grinding, still rubbing, her walls spasming so hard he saw stars.

He couldn’t hold back. One brutal thrust up into that flooded heat and he erupted—hips locked, cock pulsing like a heartbeat as he pumped another thick load deep inside her. Rope after rope of cum flooded her already-soaked cunt, the overflow forced out in creamy gushes that mingled with her squirt, leaking in slow, obscene drizzles around his base.

But the air was thick with sex—hot, musky, filthy.

With her fused to Peter’s chest, skin scalding and drenched, he cinched one arm around her waist like iron, the other under her thigh, hoisting her just enough to drag his cock, a monstrous, vein-ribbed shaft, coated in a heavy sheath of creamy white cum and glistening squirt, every bulging vein glossed to a mirror shine, almost fully out with a wet, filthy schlorp that echoed like a gunshot.

Then he impaled her, slow, deep, deliberate. Her pussy split open like silk, folds peeling back over the thick crown with a wet scream, squelching like a flooded vice as creamy filth was shoved into her depths, walls crushing every ridge and vein in a death-grip.

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