Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 372: Last of Her (R-18)

The aftershocks still trembled through her, her body boneless against my chest, sweat cooling on her skin. But the fire in my blood wasn’t sated. It was a roaring beast, and the first climax had only whet its appetite. My hands, still gripping her waist, tightened, the promise of bruises already blooming under my fingers.

Mine. Every inch. Every cry. Every shuddering orgasm. And I wasn’t done. I was just getting started.

In one fluid, powerful movent, I hauled her off my lap. She cried out, a startled yelp, her legs like liquid as I spun her with brutal force. "Hands on the bed," I growled, the command raw, urgent, leaving no room for dissent. "Now."

She scrambled, palms slapping flat against the mattress, bending forward at the waist, spine arched in a beautiful, vulnerable curve. That perfect, dium ass was lifted high towards – an offering I was going to ravage.

I kicked her legs wider with my own, stance wide and dominant. Fuck waiting. Fuck patience. I wanted to see her break on my cock. I wanted to hear her scream until her voice gave out and her throat was raw.

I gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, anchoring her for the onslaught. My cock, still slick from her orgasms and the remnants of her innocence, nudged her swollen, inflad entrance. Then I drove ho.

One brutal, punishing thrust. Balls deep. Hard enough to jolt her forward, a sharp cry tearing from her throat, muffled into the sheets.

"PETER!" It was half-scream, half-shattered sob. "Oh fuck... too deep..." But her words dissolved into a choked, guttural moan as I imdiately withdrew almost completely, only to slam back in.

Again.

And again.

And again.

No circles. No grinding.

Just raw, animalistic power. My hips pistoned, a relentless machine of pure masculine force.

The sound was obscene, a deafening cadence of loud, wet slaps of flesh eting flesh, the rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of my pelvis hamring her ass cheeks until they glowed red. They jiggled and bounced with every impact, rippling waves that sent a fresh surge of possessive lust roaring through .

Her body responded instantly. The tight, wet heat of her pussy gripped , convulsing around my thick, shifting length as if trying to repel . I felt the subtle change in pressure as my cockhead dragged over her deepest walls, the way her inner muscles clenched like a fist, a futile attempt to stop the deliciously brutal assault.

"Look at this greedy little cunt," I gritted out, watching her stretched flesh grip , glistening and pink. "Fucking starving for it. Can’t get enough, can you, sweetness?" I punctuated each word with another deep, slamming thrust that stole her breath.

"No... god... Peter... don’t... stop... too much..." she babbled into the sheets, her voice thick with tears and overwhelming sensation. But her body betrayed her, scread its truth. Her back arched deeper, pushing her ass higher, silently begging for more. Her legs trembled violently, threatening to buckle.

I wrapped one arm low around her belly, pulling her back hard against , locking her in place, impaled on my cock while the other hand stayed clamped on her hip, driving into her with bone-jarring, soul-rattling force.

"Louder," I snarled, bending over her, my chest plastered to her slick back. I bit down on the tender curve where her neck t her shoulder – not gently. It was a brand, a sharp, stinging bite that made her yelp and convulse violently around .

"I want to hear you scream my na. Let the whole fucking world know who’s owning this tight little pussy raw."

The combination of the brutal depth, the searing pain of the bite, and the raw command shattered sothing in her. A raw, primal scream ripped from her throat, loud and unhinged.

"PETER! YES! GOD, PETER! FUCK ! FUCK HARD!" Her knuckles were white where she clawed at the bedspread, her whole body shaking, suspended on the knife-edge between agony and ecstasy.

I felt the telltale flutter begin deep inside her, the frantic rippling that signaled the first crest of another orgasm.

"That’s it," I growled against her ear, my breath hot and harsh. "Co for , Emma. Flood my fucking cock." I slamd into her, harder, faster, the angle allowing to hit that deep, secret spot with unerring, brutal accuracy. My shifting cock dragged relentlessly against it, pushing her past her limits.

She detonated. Her back bowed impossibly, a choked, tearing gasp cut off the scream as her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, and a blistering flood of hot liquid gushed over my length, her climax so violent I felt it spray against my thighs.

"FUCK!" I roared, the sensation of her pulsing and gushing around almost unbearable.

But I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow. I used the slickness of her release, fucking her through the orgasm, drawing it out, stretching it into an eternity of sensation.

Her screams dissolved into hoarse, broken sobs, tears streaming down her face. "Please... Peter... more... can..." she whimpered, her body limp, utterly spent.

"Oh, you can," I snarled, relentless. I pulled out abruptly, leaving her gaping and empty, a sob catching in her throat. Before she could react, I flipped her around, grabbing her thighs and lifting her bodily. She weighed nothing.

I slamd her back against the nearest wall, the impact knocking the air from her lungs, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. I drove back into her in one smooth, powerful surge, pinning her to the wall with my body.

Her eyes flew open, wide and dazed, pupils blown. I captured her mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss – all teeth and tongue, swallowing her gasp as I began to fuck her against the wall. Deep, hard, upward thrusts that lifted her higher with each impact. The new angle was devastating. My cockhead slamd against her cervix with every punishing drive.

"MINE!" I snarled against her lips, breaking the kiss to stare into her shattered, beautiful eyes. "This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. Every scream, every orgasm, every drop – MINE!"

I claid her mouth again, kissing her like I owned her very breath. My hands road wildly – one fisting in her hair, forcing her head back, the other palming her bouncing breast, squeezing the nipple, rolling it roughly between my fingers until she cried out into my mouth.

She could only cling to , fingernails raking down my back, her body a limp, perfect vessel for my possession.

Another orgasm, bigger and intense, shuddered through her, a silent, milking ripple around my cock, her moan lost in my mouth. I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine, the familiar, painful tightening in my balls. Almost.

I pulled out again, spinning her and bending her over the foot of the bed this ti, ass high. I mounted her like an animal, one hand pressing her face into the mattress, the other gripping her hip for leverage. The final assault was brutal, primal, a series of short, jackhamring thrusts deep in her core.

"Gonna fill you up, Emma," I gritted out, my voice stripped raw. "Gonna mark you from the inside out. Claim you forever."

Her fingers clawed uselessly at the sheets. "Yes... please... Peter... fill ... claim ... more brutal please..." she sobbed, broken, blissful, my willing sacrifice.

The dam broke. A guttural roar tore from my throat as I buried myself to the hilt one last ti and exploded. Jet after jet of thick, hot co pulsed deep into her unprotected womb, marking her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

The force of my release sent her over the edge one final ti, a weak, exhausted shudder rippling through her as her body accepted my essence.

We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of sweat, tears, and satisfaction. My cock softened inside her, but the claim was indelible. Her body trembled beneath , utterly wrecked, utterly claid.

My kiss was softer now, a lingering press against her damp temple. "Mine," I whispered, the word a final seal on the irreversible. We lay there, the scent of sex and possession thick in the air, our ragged breaths the only sound.

The storm had passed, but the landscape was forever changed.