Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 577

Chapter 577: The Reyna Lock 2 (r-18)

The rug was rough, scratchy against my knees as I hauled her up from my lap, her body a trembling, sweat-slick ruin from the frantic coupling we’d just had on the small sofa. The scent of her—coppery sweat mixed with blood-tinged scratches, hot vanilla perfume, and the thick, heady musk of her raw, battered cunt—was a drug that had already fried my brain.

With a violent shove, I kicked the rug aside, the floorboards beneath revealing their true nature—raw, splintered, and unforgiving. Splinters immediately dug into my skin like tiny knives, they bit into my knees like teeth as I put her flat onto her back, the impact echoing in the sudden hush with a meaty thud that knocked the air from her lungs in a sharp wheeze.

"FOLD," I snarled, the word a whip-crack that sliced through her ragged, wine-sour gasps.

Reyna’s eyes blazed with a pure, feral want. She obeyed without hesitation. With the snap of a gymnast, she jack-knifed, her knees slamming to her ears with a wet, decisive crack of bone on bone that made her wince and whimper through gritted teeth, but her smile did not fade at what she was about to get.

Her ankles locked behind her head, her spine bowing into a perfect, straining C. It was a brutal, stunning pose of utter submission that looked like it could snap her in half at any second.

Her tits were crushed against her shins until the soft flesh bulged white around her kneecaps, nipples scraping against her own skin with every tremor that wracked her frame leaving raw, red welts.

The delicate gold cross pendant dangled like a taunt between her compressed breasts, swaying with every frantic, whistling breath she took clinking softly against her collarbone.

Her ass lifted clear, a perfect offering, her thighs quivering like tightly wound bowstrings. Her pussy was splayed wide, an obscene and beautiful altar glistening in the dim light.

The lips were swollen to obscene, dark-plum pillows, bruised purple from the pounding, her inner folds glistening with a thick, creamy glaze that betrayed her unbearable arousal mixed with flecks of my earlier load.

Her entrance was gaping and clenching in hungry spasms, a fat rivulet of our combined cum—pearlescent, viscous, threaded with bubbles from the furious churning—oozed from her hole, rolled slowly down the crease of her ass, and splattered onto the wood with a soft plop-plop-plop forming a growing, sticky puddle that reeked of pure sex.

I knelt between her locked thighs, my cock in hand, still rigid and slick, the weight of it so hot it seemed to burn my palm veins throbbing like angry ropes.

The world narrowed to a single, merciless frame: just the junction. The heat radiating from her cunt was scalding, the air between us shimmering with steam. The smell of her overripe cunt was a brutal punch of salt and sour that made my own balls throb aching heavy and drawn up tight. My cock roared in approval, fed by the sight of her, by the scent, by the sheer, unadulterated submission.

First contact. The head kissed her entrance. Her outer lips parted with a wet, sucking schlick, stretching thin and glossy around the crown until the skin blanched white with the pressure.

For a single, agonizing heartbeat, her hole offered a tight resistance, then yielded with a sharp, audible snap as the ridge popped past her tight ring drawing a sharp, pained yelp from her. Her walls clamped down on me like a scalding fist, the heat inside her blinding rippling with aftershocks.

I was being swallowed... consumed... This hot, tight place is mine to ruin.

I paused, letting her burn, letting her feel the sheer, overwhelming size of what was about to possess her.

A choked "Oh god..." sobbed from her lips, a broken, needy sound ripped from her throat turning into a guttural moan as tears streaked her temples.

Her cunt sang a song of surrender, fluttering, pulling, pulling me deeper, begging to be ruined. When the base finally slammed her swollen clit, her whole cunt convulsed, a violent squirt of fresh slick jetting around the seal, soaking my balls in a scalding sheet that ran down my thighs in hot rivulets.

I ripped back to the tip. Her hole clung desperately, inner folds blooming outward in slick, creamy petals, before gaping wide, pink and raw and pulsing, as if showing me the very center of her pleasure a wrecked, fluttering mess. A rope of our combined fluids stretched between us, then snapped, splattering her inner thigh with a wet slap.

I thrust in again. The slap-slap-slap of my hips against her ass was a percussive beat turning the skin angry red. My balls cracked against her skin, the head punching her cervix with a dull, internal thud that made her entire body jolt, and her eyes roll back white.

Each withdrawal dragged her walls out glistening and frothy; each thrust buried me to the root, her pussy gaping on the out-stroke before swallowing me whole on the in-stroke with a wet, glugging GLURK that echoed like a filthy symphony. Cream frothed at the base, bubbling with every impact, running in thick rivers down her ass crack to puddle beneath her tailbone mixing with sweat and splinters.

She shattered on the seventh thrust. Her cunt screamed its release, a silent, full-body clench that milked my shaft for all it was worth spasming so hard I felt it in my spine. Another thick, scalding arc of her cum shot out, splattering my stomach and chest in sticky ropes. Her locked legs quaked but never broke the hold, ankles crossed like iron though her toes curled and uncurled in agony.

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