Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 242: Caught Red-handed (R-18)

"Run simulations! Calculate hostiles’ probable egress routes! Traffic cams, feeds– everything!"

My voice was a guttural growl against her neck, sweat stinging my eyes as I slamd into her, my thighs burning with the effort of holding her suspended off the bed while fucking like a jackhamr.

Amanda was oblivious to the tactical storm raging in my head. Her world had narrowed to the thick cock ruining her cunt.

"YES! FUCK ! JUST LIKE THAT!" she shrieked, her spine bending impossibly, back arched as she ground down onto .

SHUNK! SHUNK! SHUNK!

The sound was grotesque, wet, violent, flesh eting flesh at a speed that blurred the senses. The bed fra shrieked in protest, the headboard hamring a frantic, panicked rhythm against the wall.

Amanda shrieked, a sound of pure, unleashed agony and ecstasy. "YES! YES! YES! LIKE THAT! FUCKING DESTROY !" Her back arched into an impossible curve, her head thrown back, tendons straining in her neck.

Her inner walls, already quivering, suddenly convulsed. Not a flutter – a violent, rhythmic clamping, a viselike spasm that gripped my cock like a fist trying to strangle it. "EROS! OH GOD! I’M—!"

"I’m coming! Oh god, Eros, I’m coming!" Her pussy fluttered, then convulsed around , a milking, sucking grip that made my vision blur. I felt the first hot gush of her release flood my cock.

"Master," ARIA pressed, urgency sharp as a razor. "Hostile vehicle spotted loading at service exit. Probability Margaret is inside: 97%. You have seconds."

"ARIA, plot intercept course!" I roared ntally, even as my body did the unthinkable.

Amanda was beneath . Around . Consuming . Her pussy, already a fluttering, clenching vice of ecstasy, suddenly snapped into violent convulsions as her peak hit like a tsunami. The world narrowed to a blinding point: her.

I fucked her faster.

Harder. Deeper. Faster. A transcendence of human motion. My hips beca a piston forged in a supernova, a blur of relentless, driving force.

Slap-slap-slap-SLAP-SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sound ceased to be flesh on flesh; it was a machine gun firing pure sensation, a physical staccato echoing off the high ceilings, drowning out everything but the frantic drumbeat of our union. Her cunt, in the throes of orgasmic seizure, gripped like liquid lightning, rippling walls squeezing, milking, trying to trap the piston hamring into its core.

And then... the scream.

It wasn’t just sound. It was an eruption. Torn from the deepest, most vulnerable vault of her being, amplified by the unbearable overload of pleasure being pounded into her. It ripped through the room, raw and primal, a high, keening shriek that shattered the air like glass hitting stone. It wasn’t pain; it was the sound of a mind breaking under the wave, a body utterly annihilated by sensation.

It scraped against the nerves, a living thing filling the space, drowning out the imagined alarms screaming in my own head.

"AHHHHHHH—!" EEEEE—! YES! YES! YES—FUCK—EROS—!" The words were shredded, unintelligible fragnts torn from the core of the scream itself.

Her body beca a wild, bucking thing in my arms, a bronco trying to throw off the rider destroying it. Her spine arched so violently, head thrown back, tendons standing like cables on her neck, veins pulsing at her temples. Her hands, claws now, scrabbled frantically at my back, tearing at them, then flew up to rake down my sweating back, adding new, fiery streaks to the old ones, marking as hers as I marked her as broken.

Her legs, locked around my hips, tightened into a vise of muscle and trembling flesh, pulling impossibly deeper into the maelstrom of her own release, even as my brutal pace continued its relentless, punishing rhythm.

SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK!

Her scream reached a crescendo, a thin, reedy wail that spoke of utter devastation, of being fucked so thoroughly, so relentlessly, through the peak before her orgasm that it ceased to be pleasure and beca a kind of terrifying, glorious obliteration.

Tears stread from her wide, sightless eyes, not of sorrow, but of pure, unadulterated overload, her mouth open in a silent, gaping O as the scream finally gave out, leaving only ragged, wet gasps and the rhythmic, wet thwack-thwack-thwack of my piston driving into the soaking, quivering ruins of her ruined pussy that clenched .

My free hand slamd down on her clit, rubbing furious, punishing circles exactly as my cock head hamred against her cervix. The dual assault was nuclear.

"NOW, AMANDA! SQUIRT FOR !"

Her scream tore through the penthouse, shattering glass in its intensity.

"AHHHHHHHH~~~!" Her body went rigid, then erupted. Hot liquid gushed out around my pistoning cock, a violent, ssy torrent that sprayed my thighs, soaked the crushed rose petals beneath our feet, and dripped down my balls in thick, sticky rivers.

Her inner walls clamped down in a vise-like, rhythmic spasm, milking ruthlessly, her orgasm tearing through her unstoppable as I fucked straight through it, prolonging the agony and ecstasy. "EROS! YES! FILL ! OWN !"

"Master! Her fiancé is coming..." ARIA started, the warning crystalline.

Too late.

The bedroom door exploded inward, splinters flying. Harold stood frad in the doorway, face contorted in disbelief, eyes bulging like boiled eggs. The expensive champagne he’d been holding slipped from his nerveless fingers, shattering on the marble floor like the remnants of his future.

"WTF, AMANDA!" His voice was a strangled, high-pitched shriek of pure horror.

Amanda was still in the throes, her last, powerful spasm ripping through her. Her cunt gave one final, crushing squeeze around my cock as the last jet of her release spurted out, hitting the silk sheets beside Harold’s ruined roses.

She tilted her head back, looking at her fiancé over my shoulder, her face a mask of sweat, tears, and utter, radiant release. A slow, triumphant, utterly fucked-out smile spread across her lips.

Then, boneless, spent, her smile still firmly in place, she collapsed backward in my hands. My cock slipped out of her with a wet pop, glistening with her thick cum.

Harold stared, frozen, at the sight: his fiancée, naked, ravaged, lying amidst his honeymoon roses with another man’s essence dripping from her swollen, red cunt, her diamond engagent ring glinting defiantly on the hand she’d used to claw her lover’s back.

Didn’t let the fool see my cock though, that was only for my won!

ARIA’s voice cut through the stunned silence. "Master, hostile vehicle departing. Margaret confird aboard. Final intercept window closing... now."