Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595: Mother, Princess and Little Ghost (r-18)

The penthouse was silent, charged with an energy that was part healing, part raw, animal hunger. The air crackled with unspoken things, thick with the scent of their dripping arousal. I didn’t speak.

I simply moved to the large, central section of the sofa and sat, sinking into the plush leather with a sigh of contentment.

I looked at them, my gaze a silent, commanding invitation.

Madison moved first, a confident, possessive grace in her stride. She slid onto the cushion beside me, her body molding to my side, her full breasts pressing hard against my arm as her thigh slid over mine.

Patricia hesitated for only a second, a flicker of old uncertainty in her eyes, before it was washed away by the new, deeper need.

She sank to her knees on the floor beside my legs, her hands resting lightly on my thigh, a gesture of adoration, her fingers already trembling with the urge to grip harder.

Sofia remained standing for a moment, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her nipples visibly stiff beneath her shirt. Her gaze was fixed on me, wide and dark with a mixture of awe and terror.

Then, as if answering a call only she could hear, she sank gracefully to the floor between my spread knees.

She knelt there, perfect and still, a supplicant before her deity, her face inches from the growing bulge in my trousers.

I reached out, my hand cupping Madison’s cheek, drawing her in for a soft, slow kiss.

It was gentle, yet I felt a tremor run through her entire body, a low whimper vibrating in her throat as if that simple touch had ignited every nerve ending she possessed, her pussy clenching hard enough that a fresh gush of slick soaked through her panties.

I pulled back, my thumb stroking her jaw.

My other hand found Patricia’s, where it rested on my leg. I laced our fingers together, and her breath hitched, her eyes closing as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as her cunt spasmed in a sudden, humiliatingly wet mini-orgasm.

Without a word, they knew what I wanted.

Madison began her own exploration, her lips tracing the line of my jaw, her tongue flicking out to taste my skin. She worked her way down my neck, her soft hair brushing against my chin, her hands unbuttoning my shirt, palms sliding greedily over my chest the moment skin was exposed.

I placed my hand on the back of her neck, a light pressure that guided her to a specific spot just above my collarbone.

When her lips touched it, she gasped, a sharp intake of air, her body shuddering violently as a localized, intense orgasm sparked and faded in an instant, her thighs clamping together as her soaked cunt pulsed, a dark wet spot blooming on the crotch of her leggings.

She collapsed against my side, panting softly, her nipples like bullets against my ribs.

Sofia watched, her eyes darkening with a primal jealousy and a desperate need to participate, her own hand unconsciously pressing between her legs, rubbing her aching clit through her clothes.

She leaned forward, her small, deft fingers taking over where Madison had left off. She unbuttoned my shirt with a slowness that was reverent, a worshipful act, her breath coming in hot little pants that ghosted over my skin.

Each button that came undone revealed more of my chest, and the air in the room seemed to thicken, becoming heavy with the scent of my skin and their overwhelming, collective arousal, the musky perfume of three dripping cunts now unmistakable.

Patricia, still holding my hand, leaned in and began to kiss my other shoulder, her touch hesitant at first, then growing bolder, more confident, as if drinking in the very essence of my strength, her tongue swirling wetly, teeth grazing, leaving shiny trails of saliva.

When the last button was undone, Sofia opened my shirt like a sacred text. Her eyes roamed over my torso, her lips parting slightly, a thin string of drool escaping the corner of her mouth.

She didn’t touch me with her hands at first. Instead, she leaned in and pressed a soft, wet kiss to my abdomen, just above my navel, then dragged her tongue lower, stopping just short of my waistband, tasting the faint salt of pre-come that had already begun to bead.

She began to undress me completely, her movements fluid and sure. She pulled the shirt from my shoulders, and Madison, recovering from her momentary bliss, helped her slide it off my arms, their hands grazing my skin, leaving trails of fire, fingernails raking lightly, raising gooseflesh.

She helped me step out of the pooled fabric, and then, as Patricia and Madison continued their oral worship of my upper body—now both of them openly grinding against the sofa cushions, chasing friction for their throbbing clits—

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