Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 604

Chapter 604: Alley Fuck: Shadows and Sin (r-18)

Reyna’s laugh died into a feral growl as her mouth slammed into mine, the kiss a violent collision of teeth and tongue, lips bruising, breath stolen in hot, ragged bursts that tasted of chili heat, dark rum, and the copper tang of adrenaline still crackling in our veins. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Her nails raked the nape of my neck, digging deep enough to draw fire under my skin, yanking me harder into her as if she could fuse us into one creature of pure hunger.

I answered with savage need, one fist knotting in her hair, wrenching her head back just enough to expose the frantic pulse at her throat; my other hand clamped her ass, fingers bruising flesh as I crushed her hips against mine, the friction of denim and cotton doing nothing to hide the molten heat radiating from her core.

She never broke the kiss. Not for a single heartbeat.

Her lips stayed fused to mine, tongue plunging, curling, claiming, as she began to move—walking backward on instinct, dragging me with her, deeper into the alley’s suffocating black where the sodium lamp’s sickly glow couldn’t reach.

Shadows swallowed us whole, the city’s distant roar fading to a dull heartbeat, the only sounds the wet, obscene slide of mouths devouring each other, the ragged inhale through flared nostrils, the soft thud of her spine hitting brick.

She used the wall like leverage, grinding her hips into me in a slow, filthy roll that dragged the seam of her jeans across my trapped cock, the pressure exquisite torture. I growled into her mouth, teeth nipping her lower lip hard enough to taste iron.

Still kissing—still—her hands dropped to my belt like a predator’s strike. The buckle tore open with a sharp snick, leather ripping free of loops in one violent yank.

She clawed the button, shredded the zipper down tooth by tooth, the metallic rasp echoing like a gunshot in the dark. Her fingers plunged inside, shoving fabric aside, wrapping around my shaft with a grip that was half possession, half worship—hot, calloused, perfect.

A low, guttural moan vibrated against my tongue as she felt me pulse in her palm.

She freed me completely, cool night air kissing fevered skin for a single heartbeat before her mouth descended.

Reyna sank to her knees without ever breaking the kiss, lips sliding from mine only long enough to drop lower, tongue lashing out in a wicked, deliberate stripe up the underside of my cock, saliva flooding hot and slick.

She took me deep—deep —lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing with brutal suction, throat opening to swallow every inch until her nose brushed my pelvis.

The wet heat was blinding; her tongue swirled, teasing the vein, then dragged back up with a filthy slurp before she stood in one fluid surge, spinning, palms slamming brick, back arching, ass pushing out in shameless invitation.

"Fuck me," she rasped, voice shredded raw, eyes blazing over her shoulder. "Fast. Hard. Rip me apart—now."

I didn’t hesitate. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back to bare her throat; the other clawed her jeans and panties down in a single brutal tug, fabric ripping at the seam.

The denim caught at her knees, trapping her legs together just enough to make her arch harder, ass tilting up in shameless offering.

I hooked two fingers under the soaked lace of her panties—black, already drenched—and dragged them sideways, the elastic snapping taut before giving way.

The fabric peeled away from her skin with a wet shlick, revealing her pussy in the dim spill of alley light: swollen lips flushed dark rose, slick with arousal that caught the faint glow like liquid mercury, dripping in slow, viscous strands that clung to her inner thighs and shimmered as they stretched and broke.

Her clit stood proud, a hard pearl glistening at the apex, pulsing with every ragged breath she took. The scent hit me—musky, sweet, primal—flooding my lungs like a drug.

I dropped to a crouch behind her, breath ghosting over her exposed flesh, watching her hips jerk involuntarily. My thumb traced the seam of her pussy lips, parting them slowly, deliberately, spreading the slick heat until her entrance fluttered open, pink and needy, clenching around nothing.

I pressed the crown against her entrance, sliding it up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until her hips bucked back, chasing friction. Each pass parted her folds further, the slick sound obscene in the quiet, her pussy lips hugging the underside of my shaft like they were made for it.

Then I pushed.

I didn’t rush. I let her feel every millimeter.

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