Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1098: The Miami Thing (r-18)

"Can you provide proof?" She inquired, and I simply offered her a smile in response to her challenge.

My reply was not spoken.

Instead, I submerged my face between her parted thighs, drawing my tongue in a single, lewd, and uninhibited sweep from the very base of her moist slit all the way to the swollen, pulsing pearl of her clit. I savored every drop of her sweet, musky nectar in a slow, deliberate motion that caused her entire body to convulse violently, releasing a shattered, guttural cry from her throat—"Ahhh—Peter—fuck—that’s so—!"

The taste of her pussy flooded my mouth—her juice was rich, sweet, intoxicating, and utterly addictive.

I moaned deeply into her cunt but continued my ministrations, tracing the sensitive hood with the flat of my tongue in wide, unhurried strokes. Simultaneously, my fingers ascended, trapping her clit between two digits, rolling and squeezing the engorged nub with a firm, unyielding pressure that sent her hips bucking wildly against my face, as if she were already succumbing to losing control, intimately fucking her pussy against my mouth.

Her thighs clasped around my ears like warm, powerful vises, but I gently spread them wider once more. My thumbs dug into the plush inner flesh with deliberate force, while my tongue worked her with relentless precision—lapping broadly and slowly across the puffy outer lips, then constricting to a sharp, pointed tip that meticulously traced and flicked the delicate inner folds with an obscene accuracy.

I took one plump, glistening lip of her pussy into my mouth, tugging it gently before releasing it with a wet, popping sound, only to repeat the action with the other. All the while, my fingers maintained their unceasing rhythm of rolling and pinching her clit with perfect, cruel timing... my fingers slick with the effects of my Touch ability.

Then, I delved deeper into her pussy.

My tongue stiffened into a rigid spear and surged forward, gliding past the tight, quivering entrance with a single, smooth, insistent thrust that buried it deep within her scorching, tightening heat. She cried out, her voice broken—"Nngh—fuck—yes—deeper—!"

I began to penetrate her with my tongue, employing long, powerful strokes that plunged in and out of her slick pussy like a phallus forged from pure sin and heat. With every withdrawal, I curled upward, firmly dragging along that exquisitely sensitive front wall, while my fingers continued their relentless assault on her clit.

I intensified my movements simultaneously, quickening the pace and increasing the force, never allowing the pressure to abate for even a heartbeat.

I pressed my face even tighter against her, my nose grinding against her clit as I inhaled her raw, intoxicating scent once more – deep, greedy lungfuls of pure, aroused Anastasia—before exhaling a hot, deliberate gust of air directly into her open core.

I stretched her cunt and plunged back in, penetrating her harder and faster. The wet, obscene, sloppy sounds of my mouth devouring her filled the vast stellar chamber, mingling with her ceaseless, fractured moans.

Her hands clenched viciously in my hair, yanking me impossibly deeper into her pussy as her hips rolled and ground, her pussy riding my tongue straight toward oblivion.

Each deep thrust of my tongue was accompanied by my fingers working her clit in tight, merciless circles, while I sucked and lapped and devoured every fresh gush of her slick essence like a god famished for her.

She was trembling, on the verge of shattering, her powerful thighs quaking uncontrollably around my head, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around my invading tongue.

I drove it deeper, harder, fucking her with rhythmic, piston-like strokes that caused her back to arch completely off the luminous floor, sending fresh, hot floods of her arousal splashing onto my chin and lips.

"Peter—oh god—your tongue—fuck me—!" she gasped, the words dissolving into another long, throaty, animalistic moan that reverberated off the curved black-and-gold walls.

I growled against her cunt, the deep vibration resonating directly into her core like thunder, and then I intensified my efforts—my tongue plunging in and out with wet, brutal force while my fingers pinched and rolled her swollen clit even faster, harder, affording her no single second to recuperate.

I could feel her body coiling, the velvety walls of her pussy gripping and rippling around my thrusting tongue as if it were never to be released. Every desperate, rhythmic clench was punctuated by another thick gush of her juice, which I drank down greedily and messily, my chin and cheeks now glistening and dripping with her essence.

She was close. Fucking close, I could sense it in her movements and her entire being.

I did something I had done to her once before in the past: I withdrew my tongue just long enough to capture her clit between my lips, flicking the sensitive pearl rapidly with my tongue's tip while two thick fingers slid down and penetrated deep inside her instead.

I curled them, then began stroking, fucking her with steady, powerful thrusts, while my mouth worshipped her clit as if it were the sole center of existence, yet beneath my mouth, my thumb was also caressing her clit.

Her pained moans escalated into ecstatic screams, her body writhing and convulsing under me. Her legs coiled around my head with such intensity that the only sounds were the pounding of her pulse and her desperate, lewd cries.

Then, with one final thrust, she climaxed...

Her nether regions tightened around my fingers like a clamp, spasming and quivering rapidly as her orgasm overwhelmed her in ferocious, unending surges. A prolonged, broken wail ripped from her throat as she cried out—"Peter—fuck—I’m—ahhh—cumming—!"

Simultaneously, I increased the speed of my thumb's motion on her sensitive clit, my tongue joining in... her entire frame quaked, and she gripped my head even more firmly.

—her hips arched, her thighs trembled, and her fluids streamed into my mouth and onto my fingers in hot, rich, ceaseless torrents. I savored it like ambrosia, my tongue and fingers relentlessly continuing their work through every powerful contraction until she lay beneath me, a ruined, drenched, and gasping heap.

Only then did I pull away.

She likely has no recollection of me performing such an act before, but really, there's no need to remind her of the method I took from our history, is there?