Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1039: Little Sinful Escapes (r-18)

Positioned on my knees between her spread thighs, the hay offered a soft, slightly prickly cushion beneath me, enclosing us in the stable's perfect, peaceful quiet.

We were completely secluded—away from the world and everyone in it. No voices, no demands, just the silence within these wooden walls. It was only Madison and me, finally free to lose ourselves in each other's embrace.

These stolen moments with her had been missed far too much.

I yearned for the sensation of her soft, substantial thighs trembling beneath my hands when we were alone like this. I longed for the sweet, intoxicating aroma of her cunt filling my senses, for the singular pleasure of having her entirely to myself.

My fingers hooked into the waistband of her damp panties, and with gentle slowness, I drew them down her legs, allowing the soaked lace to peel away from her dripping pussy. Once they were removed and discarded, I widened her thighs further, my palms pressing firmly into the plush flesh, holding her completely open for my exploration.

She yielded to my touch, spreading for me like a flower in bloom, and I was the eager bee poised to taste its nectar.

Her pussy glistened before my hungry gaze… swollen, flushed a deep crimson with desire, and so intensely wet with her juices that I craved nothing more than to devour it.

Her outer lips were plump and parted, while her inner folds shone, slick with thick strands of arousal that slowly dripped toward her entrance. Her clit peeked out, engorged and visibly throbbing, a silent plea for attention.

Leaning in, I finally tasted her directly, without further delay.

I was far too consumed by desire for any more hesitant play.

My tongue flattened completely, broad and wet, and I traced it with agonizing slowness from the very base of her slit all the way upward. As the flat of my tongue met her flesh, I felt her plump outer lips yield and part beneath the steady pressure.

Her slick inner folds opened beautifully, unfolding like wet silk, glistening and quivering as my tongue glided through them. Thick, warm strands of her arousal coated my tongue in a single, languid stroke.

I gathered every drop, letting it pool on my tongue before slowly swallowing, savoring the rich, subtly sweet, musky taste that was so uniquely hers.

She gasped sharply, one hand flying back to brace herself firmly against the wide wooden edge of the manger. Her fingers clenched the rim tightly, knuckles turning white as her body involuntarily jolted from the slow, wet invasion.

I maintained my pace, unhurried.

I licked her again, moving even slower, flattening my tongue completely once more and dragging it from the base of her dripping entrance upward in a prolonged, luxurious stroke. Her pussy lips parted wider this time, the puffy outer folds spreading open obediently as my tongue pushed between them.

Her shiny inner folds unfolded and bloomed under the flat pressure, slick and glistening, revealing every delicate ridge and valley as they clung wetly to my tongue.

Fresh arousal leaked out in thick, gleaming strands, heavily coating my tongue.

And I collected it all, allowing the warm wetness to fill my mouth before swallowing with a low, appreciative groan.

"Peter..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice cracking.

Her fingers dug deeper into the manger's edge, the wood groaning under her grip as her hips twitched forward uncontrollably.

I pressed my mouth fully against her pussy, sealing my lips around her entire cunt.

I sucked her slowly, deeply, drawing her plump outer lips and slick inner folds into my mouth simultaneously. The wet suction produced obscene, slurping sounds as I pulled her arousal directly from her core.

Thick strands of her slickness stretched between my lips and her pussy when I pulled back slightly, only to flatten my tongue again and drag it from bottom to top, parting her folds wide open once more.

I gathered every fresh leak on my tongue, savoring it, swallowing her wetness greedily while my mouth remained sealed over her.

I circled her swollen clit with agonizingly slow strokes—wide at first, barely touching her, then gradually pressing firmer, letting her feel every texture of my flattened tongue dragging over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I flicked the tip lightly against her clit, then returned to those long, drawn-out licks from her leaking hole all the way up, flattening my tongue completely so her folds parted and displayed themselves with every slow pass.

I pressed my mouth fully against her again, sucking her entire pussy into my mouth — lips, folds, and clit all at once—drawing out more of her warm, slick juices. I could feel her getting wetter with every lazy stroke, fresh slickness flooding my tongue and dripping down my chin onto the hay in shiny trails.

My hands never left her thighs—kneading the soft, thick flesh, spreading her even wider, holding her exactly where I wanted her while I took my time devouring her.

My tongue plunged into her tight, quivering core, taking her with slow, deliberate thrusts. I curled the tip, tracing inner walls in unhurried circles, while my broad tongue occasionally returned to those lingering, upward strokes that made her slick lips part so exquisitely.

The wet, intimate sounds of my mouth consumed the quiet stable. Soft, languid slurps and sucks mingled with low, appreciative moans as I surrendered to her taste.

Madison’s hold on the wooden manger intensified, her knuckles stark white as she braced herself. The other hand delicately tangled within my hair.

Her thighs quaked uncontrollably around my head, yet she remained anchored to the stable edge, fingers digging in as if it were the sole support preventing her from unraveling.

I drew back just enough to speak against her slick entrance, my lips and chin glistening with her essence. My voice, low and husky with desire, rumbled, "I’ve craved our private moments so intensely," I whispered, pressing a lingering, open-mouthed kiss directly onto her swollen peak. "Yearned to have you entirely to myself once more… away from everyone, without any intrusion… just you and I, secluded where I can savor every part of you for as long as my heart desires."

Then, before she could utter a word, I dove back in, my pace even more unhurried.

I drew long, languid trails from her overflowing center up to her throbbing clit, repeating the motion. My tongue flattened completely, causing her plush lips to part wider and her glistening inner folds to unfurl and reveal themselves with each slow, intentional sweep.

I collected every fresh surge of her wetness upon my tongue, drawing her completely into my mouth, swallowing her slickness repeatedly with deep, hungry groans.

Her thighs continued to shake around my head. Her breath grew strained and shallow. The hand gripping the manger creaked audibly under her tightening hold as she arched. Her fingers dug deeper into the wood, her body battling to remain steady.

Her free hand gently tugged at my hair, caught between pulling me closer and maintaining her precarious balance.

I maintained a torturously slow rhythm, cherishing every whimper, every tremor of her inner walls, every new wave of her slickness that coated my tongue and chin.

This moment belonged to us—our own quiet, hidden haven where nothing else existed but her soft, broken moans, the wet sounds of me slowly delighting in her, and the profound ache within me to make her shatter for my pleasure alone.

Looking up, I met her gaze and continued my slow, devoted ministrations between her trembling thighs.

I emitted a soft growl against her drenched folds. "Let your essence flood my mouth. Let me taste how much you’ve also longed for this."