Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Teaching Rebecca (R-18)

Her body convulsed, a final, shuddering wave of ecstasy that left her a boneless, panting wreck on my chest. I could have flipped her. I could have taken my own pleasure with savage intensity. But I didn’t. I held her, letting the tremors subside, my cock still a deep, potent presence inside her.

I let her breathe. Then, I gently rolled us, never breaking our connection, until I was on my back and she was straddling me once more. But this time was different. This wasn’t frantic. This was deliberate.

"Shhh," I murmured, my voice a low vibration in her ear as she settled against me. "We’re not done. Not even close. This time... this time is for you."

I slid out of her, and a soft, disappointed whimper escaped her lips. I smiled against her hair. "Patience. Feel first."

I took my cock, still slick and gleaming with her wetness, and I didn’t enter her. I drew the thick, heavy head down the seam of her pussy, parting her folds, coating myself in her. I watched, mesmerized, as her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more. I circled her clit with my tip, and her entire body jerked.

"Eros... please..." Her voice was a broken, needy whisper.

"What do you want, Rebecca?" I asked, my voice teasing but firm. "Tell me."

"I want..." She took a shaky breath. "I want you back inside me."

"Then take me," I commanded softly. "Sit up. Take me at your own pace."

She did. Slowly, shakily, she pushed herself up, her hands braced on my chest. She looked down, her gaze fixated on the place where our bodies would join. She positioned herself, and this time, she sank down slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent ’O’ as her body stretched to accommodate me. The visual was obscene, beautiful—a slow, sacred impalement. When she was fully seated, she just rested there, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around me, getting used to the profound, deep fullness.

"Now," I whispered, my hands coming up to cup her face. "Ride me. Not to get off. Just to feel. Move with me."

She began to move. It wasn’t a frantic bounce. It was a slow, sensual roll of her hips, a deep, grinding circle that made my cock touch every single inch of her insides. A long, low moan was pulled from her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated discovery.

"Oh... my... YESSS... god..."

"Feel that?" I guided her movements with my hands on her hips. "Feel how deep I am? How you can grind your clit against me?"

Her eyes, which had been closed, snapped open, locking onto mine. There were no more tears. There was only a dazed, wondrous fire. She found the rhythm, her hips moving with an ancient, feminine grace. We were no longer just two people having sex; we were a single, breathing entity, our connection the pulsing, slick conduit between us.

"Lean forward," I instructed. "Chest to chest."

She collapsed against me, and the angle changed. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand splayed across the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair. "Wrap your legs around me."

She did, locking her ankles behind my back.

Now we were a tangled knot of limbs. I held her tight and began to thrust up into her, shallow, deep strokes that weren’t about speed, but about pressure. I was hitting a place deep inside, a place that made her sob with pleasure against my neck.

The wet sounds were no longer slaps, but a thick, gliding, hypnotic rhythm of my cock moving inside her drenched pussy.

"You feel so good," I groaned into her hair. "So perfect around me. So tight and wet for me." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She couldn’t form words, only sounds, desperate, mewling cries that fueled the fire between us.

Then, I pushed her up gently. "Lean back. Put your hands on my thighs."

She obeyed, her body arcing like a bowstring. The new angle was devastating.

"RIGHT THERE! OH, FUCK, RIGHT THERE!"

"YES!" she screamed, her head thrown back, the long line of her throat a thing of beauty. "I... I love it!"

A goddess in the throes of her own power. Her body, which she had been ashamed of, was now a weapon of pleasure, a vessel of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She leaned forward again, changing the angle once more, her hands flat on my chest, her hips moving in a frantic, desperate grind.

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