Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 605

Chapter 605: Alley Climax (r-18)

I pulled back abnd slammed in again, the impact jarring her entire frame, her pussy clenching around my cock like a velvet vice, slick and scalding. Every vein on my shaft dragged against her inner walls with a wet, obscene friction that made her sob into her forearm.

"Ohhh fuuuck—" she moaned, the sound high and broken, vibrating through her chest.

Her juices coated me, dripping down my balls in hot rivulets, splattering the concrete with each brutal thrust. I set a punishing rhythm—fast, hard, relentless—hips snapping forward like a piston.

The slap-slap-slap of skin on skin echoed off the alley walls like gunfire.

Each drive buried me deeper into her tight walls, my pelvis grinding against her clit, her ass rippling with the force. The denim trapped at her knees forced her thighs to clench tighter, amplifying the squeeze around my cock.

My long, veiny length slid out glistening—thick ropes of her cream clinging to every ridge—before plunging back in, stretching her wide, the pink of her entrance gripping me like a second skin.

My left hand stayed fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to arch her spine, exposing the sweat-slick column of her throat. I leaned in, teeth grazing the pulse point, then bit down—hard enough to mark, not break—sucking the skin until it bloomed purple under my tongue.

"You feel that, baby?" I growled against her neck, voice rough. "Every inch of me owning this tight wild little cunt."

My right hand wasn’t idle; it snaked around her hip, fingers splaying over her lower belly, pressing down to feel the bulge of my cock moving inside her, the obscene ridge sliding under her skin with every thrust.

I growled against her neck, lips never still—nipping, licking, sucking a trail from her jaw to her shoulder, tasting salt and coconut and the raw edge of her need.

"Harder," she gasped, voice shredded, pushing back to meet me, her ass slamming against my hips with a wet smack.

"Nngh—yes—fuck me like you own me—please—more, more, more!" Her moan cracked into a desperate wail—"Aaaahh—so fucking big—"

I obliged. My pace turned savage, hips pistoning so fast the air cracked with the force, her pussy gushing around me.

The slick schlick-schlick-schlick of her taking every inch drowned out the city’s hum. I shifted my angle, the head of my cock dragging over that spot inside her—there—and she screamed, the sound raw and broken.

"OH GOD—RIGHT THERE—" Her walls spasmed in violent pulses.

My fingers slid lower, finding her clit—swollen, slick, throbbing—and I pinched it between thumb and forefinger, rolling it in tight, merciless circles that matched my thrusts. Her legs buckled; I held her up by the hair and the grip on her hip, pounding deeper.

The rhythm of my balls slapping her clit drove her higher. "Take it," I snarled, lips at her ear. "Take every veiny inch—milk me with that greedy pussy."

I released her hair only to clamp both hands on her hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise, using the leverage to yank her back onto me with every thrust.

Her pussy fluttered, clenched, milked—a wet, sucking heat that pulled me in deeper.

Her arousal foamed around the base of my cock, dripping in thick strands that stretched and snapped with each withdrawal. I pulled out to the tip—slow, deliberate—watching her entrance gape, pink and glistening, my cock gleaming with her slick, veins pulsing—before slamming back in, the force shoving her up the wall, her toes scraping concrete.

"Mmmph—fuck, you’re huge—" she whimpered, then keened, "Don’t stop—harder—please—" Her moans turned to whimpers, then to desperate, keening cries—"Ah-ah-ah—" Her body shook as I fucked her through the first wave—her orgasm crashing over her, walls convulsing, squirting hot around my cock in messy pulses that soaked my thighs.

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My mouth found her ear again, tongue tracing the shell, voice a low, filthy growl. "That’s it—come on my cock like a good girl. I’m not done ruining you." I spun her around mid-thrust—cock slipping free with a wet pop, strings of her cream stretching between us—then pinned her facing the wall, her cheek pressed to brick.

I kicked her legs wider, the denim tearing further, and drove back in from behind, the new angle deeper, tighter, her ass cheeks spread by my hands as I pounded.

My lips stayed busy—sucking bruises into her shoulder blades, biting the nape of her neck, tongue lapping sweat from her spine. One hand snaked under her tank, shoving it up to bare her breasts, fingers pinching a nipple hard, twisting until she arched into me with a scream

—"YES— fuck, more!"

The rhythm was brutal now—short, vicious strokes that battered her G-spot, long, punishing ones that stretched her to the limit. My veiny shaft slid in and out, coated in a thick, creamy sheen that dripped in heavy globs.

"Look at you," I rasped, watching myself disappear into her, "taking every fucking inch—begging for it."

She shattered —"FUUUCK—" squirting again, body convulsing.

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