Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611: Crossing the Mother-Son Line (r-18)

Her collarbones shimmered with sweat, her neck pulsed with a vein I wanted to suck, her waist dipped in a perfect arc that screamed for my hands to bruise.

Her ass, round and firm, stretched the lace to its limit, the cleft between her cheeks a dark tease. Her thighs, thick and powerful, flexed with every subtle shift, the inner softness begging to be spread. Her feet, delicate, arches high, toes painted blood-red, curled slightly under my gaze.

She let me burn for her.

And then she moved.

A single step, slow and deliberate, the slit in her skirt flashing more thigh, more hip, more of that slick, glistening shadow between her legs. Her fingers—long, manicured, nails red to match her toes—trailed up her own body, teasing, torturing.

She started at her hip, tracing the edge of the lace, her touch light but deliberate, nails scraping just enough to make her skin flush. Up, up, over the curve of her waist, her fingers lingering in the dip, circling, as if inviting mine to follow.

Her breath hitched, a soft, needy sound that hit me like a fist, and her thoughts—fuck, her thoughts—poured into my mind, unfiltered, raw, amplified by the Halo’s cruel clarity.

{God, I want him to touch me. Want his hands to rip this lace off, want his mouth on my tits, sucking until I scream. I’m so wet for him, so fucking wet, I can feel it dripping down my thighs.}

WTF!! My Plea was finally working on her! After so long, it was working!

My cock pulsed, pre-cum soaking my jeans, the seam rubbing the head until I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. Her fingers moved higher, brushing the undercurve of her breast, the lace shifting, her nipple catching the fabric and dragging it taut. She gasped, a tiny, desperate sound, and her thoughts flooded me again.

{Look at him. Look at my boy—my man—staring at me like he’s starving. I want him to lose control. Want him to fuck me until I can’t walk, until I forget my own name.}

Her hand cupped her breast, squeezing, the lace doing nothing to hide the way her nipple hardened further, a dark, perfect peak.

She pinched it, slow, deliberate, her lips parting on a moan that synced with the music, and I heard it—Please, baby, touch me. I need you inside me, need you to fill me, to claim me, to make me yours.

I took a step forward, my boots heavy on the rug, my fists clenched so tight my nails drew blood.

She smiled—slow, wicked, a predator in lace—and turned, giving me her back. The lace dipped low, exposing the dimples at the base of her spine, the perfect swell of her ass, the fabric stretched so tight I could see the shadow of her crack, the way her cheeks flexed as she shifted.

Her fingers trailed down her spine, teasing the edge of the skirt, then lower, brushing the curve of her ass, her touch lingering, spreading the lace just enough to flash the bare skin beneath. Her thoughts screamed—

{I want his hands here, spreading me, spanking me, fucking me raw.}

She glanced over her shoulder, hair spilling in dark waves, eyes glinting like obsidian. "You like what you see, baby?" Her voice was honey and gravel, dripping with want.

I growled, low and feral, the sound ripping from my chest. "Fuck, Mom."

Her fingers slid back up, teasing the slit of her skirt, parting it wider, revealing the full length of her thigh, the curve of her hip, the glisten of her pussy through the lace—

{I’m aching for him, dripping for him, I want his cock so bad I can’t think.}

She turned to face me again, one hand still on her breast, pinching her nipple through the lace, the other trailing down her stomach, slow, torturous, stopping just above her mound.

{Touch me, please, I’m begging you, I need you to fuck me, to ruin me.}

{I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted you, my baby, my man, to take me, to make me yours, to fuck me until I break.}

{—I want to feel him, want his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy, want him to fill me until I’m screaming.}

{Fuck me. Please. Now.}

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