Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 512

Chapter 512: The Marathon (R-18)

Patricia’s hands tore the sheets, knuckles bone-white, fabric ripping under her grip, her back arching impossibly, breasts swinging heavily, nipples scraping silk. Her ass thrust back, meeting his violence, a primal, desperate rhythm.

Her scream was a shattered litany, voice a raw, shredded ruin, "FUCK! YES! EROS! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" Her plea a commanding prayer, echoing through the penthouse, a hymn to the god claiming her.

His hands were weapons of worship, sliding up her sweat-slicked spine, tracing every flexing muscle, gripping her hips, fingers sinking into bruises, layering new welts, yanking her back to meet his cock, doubling the impact, driving deeper, her cervix screaming.

He slapped her ass—CRACK—a gunshot sting, her scream a guttural roar, "YES! AGAIN PLEASE!" He obliged, his hand raining down on her ass, alternating cheeks, her ass a glowing red canvas, handprints over bruises, a masterpiece of pain and devotion.

One hand snaked beneath, finding her clit, swollen, throbbing, raw. He pressed—hard, unyielding, his finger a vice on the hypersensitive bud. Her pussy clamped, a bear trap crushing his cock, walls spasming. "FUCK! I’M—I’M—"

"COME! he roared, voice a dominant thunderclap. "Squeeze my cock! Now. Right now! Come all over my cock! Let me feel this tight cunt squeeze me!"

Patricia detonated. Her pussy exploded, walls crushing with impossible force, pulsing in violent, rhythmic seizures, her body locking rigid, arms collapsing, face buried in the mattress, muffling a soul-shredding scream.

"EROOOOOOOOSSSSSS!" Her ass stayed high, back bowed, convulsing in agony-ecstasy, slick squirting, flooding his cock, drenching the bed. He pounded through, prolonging the torment, her pussy milking him, her screams dissolving into sobs, tears streaming.

He yanked free, her pussy gaping, a wet schlorp, cum gushing, her whimper a plea for the void to be filled.

"Bathroom. Now," he ordered, voice rough with need. Her legs failed, collapsing in a trembling heap. He scooped her up, effortless, her body limp, clinging to his neck, inhaling his dark, honeyed scent.

The bathroom was a marble cathedral of mirrors, every surface reflecting, intimidating, exhilarating.

He set her down, "Hands on the counter. Bend. Arch. Spread." Her trembling hands slapped cold marble, a shocking jolt, her breasts hanging, nipples grazing stone, shivering. She bent, ass thrust high, back a graceful curve, pussy splayed, cum-slicked, dripping.

She looked up.

Her mind shattered.

Mirrors everywhere—every angle, her ass glowing red, bruises blooming, pussy ruined, lips swollen, gaping, white cum streaking her thighs, clit throbbing.

His cock, monstrous, glistening, poised behind her. He slammed in, one brutal thrust, her pussy splitting, screaming, walls stretching, cum splattering. Her reflection screamed back, a thousand Patricias, fucked, claimed, seen.

He pounded, mirrors shaking, her breasts bouncing, nipples scraping marble, her ass rippling, his hands bruising.

Her pussy squelched, squirting, flooding the counter. He spun her, lifting her onto the counter, legs over his shoulders, pussy folded open, slamming deep, her screams echoing, mirrors capturing every thrust, her soul bared.

Another orgasm, a seismic explosion, her pussy crushing, squirting in clear arcs, soaking his abs, the marble. He roared, cumming, flooding her, cum overflowing, their filth a glossy testament.

And behind her, Eros. His perfect body glistening with a sheen of sweat. His eyes glowing like coals. His massive cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. It was even bigger now, impossibly so. Thicker. Angrier looking. The veins were like rivers on a map, the head so dark it was almost purple, glistening obscenely with their combined fluids.

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