Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 25: Nerd’s Bliss: My First Time 5(R-18)

I picked up the pace—hips pistoning with a savage, deliberate power—and she reacted like I’d punched in a secret Konami code straight to her nervous system.

"Oh my God, Peter! You’re mine now!" she gasped, voice shredding under the weight of pleasure. "You’re fucking mine! No one else gets to have this!"

She was staking her claim while I was buried inside her to the hilt.

"You’re gonna be my man from now on," she panted—desperate, possessive, half‑feral. "This cock is mine. You’re mine."

Her words detonated in my bloodstream—pure electrical fire. I slamd deeper, faster. She scread, back arching off the bed like a live wire.

"FUCK YES! That’s it—that’s my man!" The walls must’ve rattled with how loud she moaned. "You’re ruining for everyone else!"

She dirty‑talked like a porn star, and every filthy word was ant for .

It wasn’t just the mont I owned.

It was her.

Madison Torres—untouchable fantasy of every hallway whisper—was underneath , clawing at my shoulders, surrendering everything while proclaiming ownership in the sa breath.

"I didn’t know you’d be like this," she choked out between moans that could raise the dead. "I thought you’d be nervous and awkward, but you’re—fuck—you’re completely ruining !"

"You’re so big—so fucking perfect!" she cried as I drove harder, deeper, the rhythm now a relentless drum. "I’m never letting you go. You’re mine, Peter!"

Even she sounded shocked by how perfectly we fit.

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her next scream—tasting the raw mix of shock and ecstasy on her tongue.

"I was nervous," I breathed against her lips, foreheads pressed, sweat slick between us. "But this? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to —and I’m going to make sure you never forget it."

Ti to make it legendary.

I kept going—faster, harder—eting every frantic thrust of her hips with one of my own. The headboard slamd a steady rhythm against the wall; her breathless cries rose to a chorus that echoed off her princess‑suite walls.

Every stroke was calculated chaos—deeper, purposeful, yet never reckless. I wanted her to feel it all: every inch that fit, every ragged second stretching into forever.

"YES! PETER! DON’T STOP! YOU’RE MINE!" she howled, voice cracking under pleasure’s weight. "FASTER! PLEASE—FASTER!"

And right then—virgin nerd Peter Carter ceased to exist.

What remained was a man who had the hottest girl in school unraveling beneath him, her power stripped away by a rhythm she couldn’t control.

The girl who expected to tutor so fumbling novice was now reduced to broken syllables of my na.

What happened next was basically a masterclass in human endurance testing that would’ve made Olympic athletes weep with exhaustion and probably required dical supervision.

Madison, being the relentless perfectionist she was, decided that conquering my anatomy in missionary position wasn’t sufficient data for her scientific research. She seed determined to conduct multiple experints from every conceivable angle, apparently convinced that practice made perfect and she was going for so kind of sexual achievent unlocking.

She treated my virginity loss like it was a comprehensive educational program she needed to complete with honors.

"We’re not done," she announced with the determination of soone who had just discovered her new favorite extre sport. "I need to make sure that wasn’t a fluke."

She thought my dick performance needed quality assurance testing.

And holy fuck, she was absolutely relentless about it.

Rounds two and three happened with her riding like she was training for so kind of sexual rodeo championship, each ti lasting longer because now she knew the territory, but also more intense because she had figured out exactly how to move to make both of us lose our minds completely.

By round four, she demanded I take her from behind, getting on all fours with the kind of enthusiasm that would have made porn directors weep with joy.

"I want to feel how deep you can go like this," she panted, looking back at with eyes that had gone completely wild. "Co on, Peter. Show what you can do."

She was basically asking to destroy her from a different angle, and who was I to deny scientific curiosity?

The angle hit different—deeper, more intense—and she scread things that would have made her trust fund parents disown her if they’d heard them through the walls.

"OH GOD, YES! RIGHT THERE! YOU’RE SO FUCKING DEEP!" she cried out, gripping her expensive sheets. "HARDER! I’M YOURS! COMPLETELY YOURS!"

Even from behind, she was still claiming ownership of while begging to own her.

Round five had us lying on our sides, behind her, one hand squeezing her perfect breasts while my lips worked her neck like I was trying to mark my territory. She pressed back against , taking everything I could give her while moaning my na like it was the only word she rembered.

"Peter," she gasped, reaching back to grip my hair. "You’re incredible. I can’t believe you were a virgin an hour ago."

An hour ago I had been Peter Carter, professional virgin. Now I was apparently a sex god according to the hottest girl in school.

Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, soft and warm and real in ways that made my brain short-circuit even while I was inside her. Every squeeze made her moan louder, every kiss on her neck made her arch against more desperately.

"You’re mine now," she whispered, but it sounded more like a promise than a demand. "My man. Mine."

She kept saying I was hers, and honestly? I was starting to believe it.

By the ti we finally collapsed after what felt like a sexual marathon that should’ve qualified for so kind of endurance record, we were both completely destroyed in the best possible way.

"Jesus Christ," Madison breathed, her voice barely audible as she lted against my chest. "You’re going to be the death of ."

She had just admitted that I might actually kill her with pleasure. That was either the best review ever or a serious dical concern.

We lay there in her ridiculously expensive bed, both of us too exhausted to form complete sentences, covered in sweat and completely spent. Her head rested on my chest, her perfect hair now a complete disaster, and she was breathing like soone who had just finished climbing Mount Everest in heels.

That was what total sexual satisfaction felt like, I thought, as her breathing started to slow against my chest.

Her arm was draped across my stomach, and I could feel the weight of her body settling into mine like we were two pieces of a puzzle that sohow fit together perfectly despite all logical expectations.

"Peter," she murmured, her voice getting softer and more distant.

"Yeah?"

"That was..." she started, but her voice trailed off like she’d forgotten how to complete thoughts.

I had literally fucked Madison Torres into intellectual shutdown. That was going on my résumé.

I probably should have said sothing aningful, sothing that acknowledged what had just happened between us, but my brain had officially filed for early retirent. Instead, I ran my fingers through her hair, which was sohow still soft despite looking like she’d survived a beautiful tornado.

Madison made a small sound that was pure contentnt mixed with complete exhaustion, and her body lted further into mine.

It felt like actual intimacy instead of just mutual destruction.