Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 553

Chapter 553: Rebecca’s Fetish (R-18)

Before she could even catch her breath, I was already moving. I rolled us, pinning her beneath me without ever pulling out. My cock, soaked and still throbbing, was a hot, heavy anchor buried in her spasming cunt, stretching her walls so wide she felt every vein pulsing inside her.

I began to fuck her again. Not slow. Not gentle. A series of short, brutal, deep-thrusting jabs that immediately stole the air from her lungs.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The sharp, rhythmic cries were torn from her with every punishing slam of my hips, her tits bouncing wildly, nipples hard as diamonds scraping my chest. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the slick sheets, her body already overwhelmed, already on the edge again.

My hands roamed her sweat-slick body, gripping the heavy globes of her ass. My fingers dug into the soft, trembling flesh, spreading her ass cheeks wide open, exposing her completely to the cool air and my hungry gaze.

My thumb skimmed the tight, sensitive crease, a deliberate, possessive touch.

"Ah!" This time the sound was different. Sharper. Shocked. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock like a vise, a frantic, wet spasm of surprise, her slick gushing around my shaft in a fresh flood.

I didn’t stop my rhythm. If anything, I fucked her harder.

"What was that?" I growled, my voice a low snarl against her ear. "Your body just sang for me, Rebecca. What did it sing?"

"I... it’s... nothing," she stammered, her face burning with a blush I could feel even in the dim light. Each word was punctuated by a gut-wrenching thrust that made her tits jolt and her cunt flutter.

"It’s not nothing," I countered. I slowed my pace, but deepened it, grinding into her with a circular motion that made my cock press against every slick wall of her sex. My thumb pressed firmly against the tight, furled rosebud of her ass, a direct, unyielding claim, circling the puckered ring slowly.

"Oh, god! Eros!" she cried out, her hips bucking, her body confused, overwhelmed, and utterly aroused. Her back arched, pushing her breasts against my chest. The sensation was too much, too intense, too good.

"Here?" I growled, pressing my thumb in infinitesimally, a promise of what was to come. Her whole body trembled, her asshole fluttering under the pressure, her cunt squeezing me so hard I saw stars.

"YES! THERE!" she sobbed, overwhelmed. "Please... don’t stop..."

"I have no intention of stopping," I promised, my relentless grinding making it impossible for her to think. "But I want to know your secrets. I want to know why this makes your greedy cunt gush all over my cock."

She took a deep, shuddering breath, the admission torn from her by a particularly deep thrust that hit her cervix. "I have this... this weird thing," she finally blurted out, her voice a horrified, breathless whisper. "A fetish."

I smiled against her temple, my hips maintaining a devastating, soul-shattering rhythm. "There is nothing weird about what you desire, goddess. Tell me."

She was panting now, her body a live wire of pleasure and shame. "I’ve... I’ve always wondered... ah!..." A sharp cry as I slammed into her. "...what it would feel like... back there. No one’s ever... I’ve been too scared... fuck!..."

I answered by pulling out almost completely, then driving back in, one long, powerful stroke that made her eyes roll back in her head.

"Ask me," I commanded, my voice thick with lust.

Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and pleading. "Would you... would you want to... touch me there? With your... your tongue?"

"Fuck yes," I smiled, the image so potent it made my cock swell inside her. I began to fuck her in earnest again, a savage, claiming rhythm. "I would worship your asshole with my tongue. I would make it mine. I’d lick that tight little hole until you’re begging me to fuck it."

Her eyes widened, and I felt a fresh gush of hot slickness coat my cock. But there was more. A final, desperate confession.

"More..." she whimpered. Her hands flew to my ass, pulling me into her, trying to get me even deeper. "I want... I’ve read about it... oh, god, don’t stop..."

I was pounding into her now, the bed slamming against the wall, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies a percussive, frantic beat.

"Tell me," I demanded, my own release a burning, imminent fire.

She squeezed her eyes shut, the words ripped from her in a sob of pure mortified need. "I want you to... to train my asshole. I want you to make it so you can fuck me there. So I can take all of you... your big, thick cock... RIGHT THERE!"

The world shattered.

Her confession was a chemical explosion. I drove into her one last time, a brutal, primal thrust that buried me to the hilt.

I roared as I came, a torrent of hot, thick seed flooding her, marking her, claiming her, pulse after pulse of cum painting her walls white. Her orgasm crashed over her at the same time, a convulsive, soul-shattering wave that made her scream, her nails raking down my back, drawing blood.

"Listen to me," I said, my voice firm and absolute, thumb stroking the wet streak on her cheek. "That is not a weird fetish. That is the most beautiful, honest desire I’ve ever heard. And we are going to explore every single filthy inch of it until you’re begging me to stop... and then begging me not to."

"We’ll start tonight," I murmured against her swollen lips, biting the lower one just hard enough to make her gasp. "And I will train that perfect, virgin asshole to take every inch of my cock until you come just from feeling me stretch you open back there."

My fingers slid down, scooping up the thick, warm mixture of our cum that was already leaking from her swollen, well-fucked hole. I brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean with a filthy groan, eyes locked on hers.

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