Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1102: Savouring (r-18)

With a slow, deliberate withdrawal, I extracted myself from her, and Anastasia watched as the immense, glistening length of my cock slid free from her still-convulsing, slick, beautiful pussy with an obscene, wet pop that left her nether regions winking and clenching around empty air.

A thick trail of her cum now leaked from her gaping, O-shaped pudendum, sliding down between her parted folds, tracing a path to her ass crack before dripping onto the luminous floor.

I descended her body slowly, as if she were fragile and any haste would shatter her. I was like a deity returning to the altar he had just claimed…

I settled onto my stomach between her spread thighs, right there on the glowing floor... The position mattered little to me, as long as it brought my woman pleasure, even if it meant lying on the floor.

My hands hooked beneath her legs, palms already sliding up the backs of her hot thighs to grip the plush, generous flesh of her posterior, spreading her wide open to completely pin her down.

Lifting her legs, I draped them over my shoulders, her heels now resting against my back as I lowered my face and buried it between her thighs, as though I belonged there eternally.

Her vulva glistened below me as I gazed down.

It was a puffy masterpiece, velvet rose folds of her outer lips framing a small pearl that still fluttered from my teasing. Her outer lips were swollen and shiny; the delicate inner folds parted, weeping with her sweet, heady nectar.

I inhaled her pussy deeply once more — then dragged my tongue in a single, long, hungry stripe from the base of her slick slit all the way up to her swollen clit, savoring every drop of her delicious essence as if it were the finest wine ever created.

"Mmm—fuck—Peter—!" she moaned, her hips jerking violently as I sealed my mouth over her dripping cunt and devoured her with expert, filthy hunger.

My tongue speared straight inside her, long, thick, and relentless, fucking deep into her clenching heat while my lips sucked greedily at her puffy folds.

I groaned into her pussy, the vibration traveling straight into her core as I tasted her—sweet, tangy, intoxicatingly wet—lapping broadly and slowly across her slick lips before narrowing to a hard point that drove in and out of her fluttering entrance like a cock made of pure heat.

I curled my tongue upward with every thrust, stroking that sensitive front wall while my hands squeezed and spread her ass wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh so I could feel every spasm of her cunt around my invading tongue.

Her moans turned raw and broken, thighs trembling against my shoulders as I worshipped her like the sacred, delicious temple she was.

I pulled back just enough to suck her swollen clit hard between my lips, flicking the sensitive pearl rapidly with my tongue tip while two thick fingers replaced my tongue inside her, curling and stroking deep in perfect rhythm.

My free hand roamed higher, cupping one heavy, bouncing breast, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh and pinching the stiff nipple in time with every thrust of my fingers.

I devoured her without mercy, my tongue lashing her clit, fingers fucking her cunt, my mouth sucking and licking every drop of her tasty, dripping pussy like a starving god who had finally found his favorite meal.

My other hand remained on her ass, spreading her cheeks wider, occasionally delivering a sharp, stinging slap that made her clench hard around my fingers and cry out louder, her juices coating my chin, my cheeks, and my lips in a messy, obscene sheen.

She was shaking, thrashing, her powerful thighs trying to clamp around my head but held open by my shoulders and arms as I kept her pinned to the luminous floor. Her back arched clean off the ground, heavy breasts heaving, dark hair fanned out like a halo while I worshipped her pussy with my tongue and fingers, sucking her clit as if it owed me everything, tasting her delicious arousal with every greedy lap and thrust.

"Peter—oh god—your mouth—don’t stop—!" Her voice cracked into a desperate, filthy moan that echoed through the stellar chamber as another orgasm built fast and violent under my tongue.

I didn’t stop.

I doubled down instead, again with my tongue flicking her clit faster, fingers curling deeper, one hand kneading and slapping her ass while the other pinched and rolled her nipple—devouring that perfect, tasty Russian pussy as if it were the only thing in existence that could ever satisfy a god.

The stellar chamber dimmed its lights even further, as if the house itself knew the only light that mattered now was the obscene, glowing worship happening right there on the floor between her spread thighs.

I rose from between her trembling thighs with a low, satisfied growl, my face still slick with her delicious arousal, and scooped her up into my arms as if she weighed nothing at all.

Anastasia’s legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, her wet cunt pressing hot and slick against my throbbing cock as I carried her across the spaceship closet’s luminous floor.

Softly glowing curved walls enfolded us, the underglow casting molten gold hues on her flushed skin as I advanced with deliberate, predatory strides toward the long, dark stone central island.

I settled onto the edge of this cool, polished stone island, its smoothness pressing against my back and the firm curve of my rear as I drew Anastasia onto my lap, positioning her directly facing me.

Her thighs spread wide over mine, calves hooking behind my back, heels digging possessively into my spine while her dripping pussy hovered, hot and slick, just above my thick, pulsating cock.

Our bodies pressed in close, skin against skin, her heavy breasts crushed to my chest, her arms encircling my neck while my hands gripped the generous flesh of her ass, pulling her nearer as if the universe itself willed our union.

I leaned back slightly against the island, one hand descending to grip her thigh and widen her more, opening her completely for me to gaze down between our bodies, absorbing the obscene, breathtaking panorama.

Her pussy lay in full, shameless display—a glistening, puffy masterpiece of velvet rose and slick pearl, its outer lips plump and swollen like ripe cushions, parted wide by her spread thighs to reveal the delicate inner folds beneath.

Those soft, silken petals were shiny, flushed a deeper, lust-drunk pink, glistening with arousal, slightly parted and visibly fluttering as if yearning for the god who now claimed them.

At the apex of her slit rested her small yet elegant clit pearl—a tiny, perfect swollen bud peeking from its delicate hood, smooth and gleaming like a single drop of liquid starlight, throbbing discernibly with each frantic beat of her heart.

A solitary, slow bead of her nectar traced a path down the seam of her folds, catching the soft underglow and vanishing between the plush cheeks of her ass.

The entire spectacle was framed by her thick, powerful thighs trembling on either side, her puffy outer lips stretched obscenely wide, her inner folds slick and inviting, that elegant little clit pearl begging for my touch like a sacred offering presented to a deity.

A low, dark groan escaped me at the sight, my massive cock twitching hard against her wet entrance, its thick head already caressing her fluttering lips.

"Fuck... look at you, Princess," I murmured against her mouth, my voice rough with reverence and raw, divine hunger. "Spread so wide and fluttering, as if fashioned solely to receive me."