Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1013: Too Big for the Room (r-18)

The kiss in the corridor softened the way fires burn down to embers when things involved pleasure of my won—still alive, just no longer consuming everything around it to stay that way.

My sweet Luna’s grip on my shirt loosened, her fingers uncurling one by one, and I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against hers, our noses touching, breathing the sa air in a pocket of silence that felt stolen from everywhere else.

Mm, such a strong thing to experience like the rhythm of your loved one’s breathing.

"Hi," she whispered, voice wrecked and small and smiling like we had just t... but it was more reminding us that we could shut the world down and start again quietly.

"Hi." I replied back matching her energy and reason.

She adjusted her glasses she’d been wearing after she started spending more ti with ARIA and Anastasia in the underground lab getting herself ready for the dical thing we’d discussed — and they were crooked on her face, pushed sideways from being mashed against my .

Instead, I just reached up and straightened them with both hands, slow, careful, like I was adjusting a crown instead of a pair of fras.

She lted softly even with no reason to but just my presence. I watched it happen, the tension leaving her shoulders, whatever armor she’d rebuilt during our ti apart and in the corridor dissolving in real ti, and she slowly rose on her toes and pressed a kiss against my lips and this one had teeth.

Her bottom lip dragged hot and reverently soft against mine, before her tongue sliding deep into my mouth, wet and hungry, tangling with mine in slick, desperate, hungry strokes.

Her small hands fisted the front of my shirt as if to anchor to her next action before she yanked closer with dominance I did not know of her as she stepped backward, guiding us blindly toward the changing room door without breaking the kiss or opening her eyes.

This was one of the rare tis my nurse took control.

My back hit the doorfra, and I spun us fast matching her control, pinning her against the wood with my body.

She gasped sharply into my mouth as her spine t the hard surface.

Her arms locked around my neck and she climbed — her strong legs wrapping my waist, ankles hooking tight at the small of my back, her scorching core grinding against my stomach through our clothes.

The heat of her soaked pussy burned against as I carried her through the door with one hand gripping the soft flesh of her thigh and the other shoving it shut behind us.

It clicked closed.

Just us.

I set her down on the bench, her ass sinking into it but I didn’t step back.

Instead, I drew closer between her spread thighs, I held them both and spread them wider making myself comfortable between her, breathing hard, staring down at those glassy eyes, the deep flush crawling down her neck, and the way her full, heavy tits heaved under her thin shirt, nipples already hardening into tight, dark peaks as the cool air kissed the sensitive buds.

They stiffened visibly, swelling into rigid, aching little points that throbbed with every heartbeat, pushing shalessly against the fabric.

"It’s been a while, my sweet nurse" I said, voice low and cracked. "Since I’ve had you like this. And I’ve been going crazy, Luna, I miss these rare tis... just you and . I need you to know that. Every day I don’t have you I feel like I lose a little bit of my mind and I’m running out of mind to lose."

She laughed with a wet, soft, relieved voice her fingers tracing the line of my jaw.

"You have other won for that, when I am not where you’re." she said, no jealousy, just gentle tease.

"I do. And I love them. And none of you are like the other — none of you have ever been like the other, that’s the whole point, that’s why I can’t live a balanced life without any of you." I caught her hand and pressed it flat against my chest where my heart hamred.

"But I’ve been spread thin, Luna. And you feel it. I feel it. It’s not just you — Janet, Victoria, Anya, Ortega... mostly those three won, it’s been too long since I’ve had any of them individually, really had them, just us, no group, no orgy, no sharing. Just and them. Just like and you right now."

My thumb stroked her knuckles.

"And right now you’re the one in front of and I’ve missed you so much and I need you to know that’s real. That’s my stupid heart telling I’ve been neglecting the girl who went with on my first coffee date and ruined for calm."

Her eyes went glassy behind those fogged lenses. Her lip trembled once before she bit it still. I could see her fighting the softness from creeping in — Luna never cried easily from emotions anymore, but what she felt right now was too big for the room.

"We all miss you, Pete. For the record you’ve never neglected us... you fuck us all, spend hours with us, talk to us when we’re together... it’s just that sotis we miss being just you and selfishly alone. Not as the whole harem." she said quietly.

Luna’s hand slid down between our bodies, fingers quickly undoing my zipper and pulling my thick, throbbing cock free.

She wrapped her warm palm around my heavy shaft, gripping firmly as she gave one long, slow stroke from base to tip, feeling every pulsing vein.

"You had alone not too long ago," she whispered hotly against my ear, her voice low and filthy with need, "but I still miss this cock dominating just — stretching my tight little cunt open, ruining and molding further for your cock, pounding deep until I’m creaming and screaming only for you. Girl’s got a fantasies."

I chuckled at that.

"But nope Peter... you’ve never neglected and I am never hungry! You give so much."

Her teeth suddenly sank into the side of my neck in a sharp, possessive bite that made groan.

She held it for a second, then dragged her wet tongue slowly over the fresh mark, licking and sucking the sting while her hand pumped my cock harder — tight, twisting strokes, her thumb swirling slick pre-cum all over the swollen head.

Her bare tits pressed against my chest, rock-hard nipples dragging roughly with every pump of her fist.

Through her pants I could feel the scorching heat of her pussy grinding shalessly against my thigh, the fabric already growing damp as she stroked faster, hungrier, desperate to make throb and leak even more for her.

I growled low in my throat, a deep, animalistic sound, and imdiately slid both hands up under the hem of her shirt. Instead of ripping it off, I let my hands loam her from the fabric.