Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 980: Stepdaddy & Mommy (r-18)

The bedroom door snapped shut behind us with a resounding, final thud, cutting off the rest of the penthouse—and the entire world represented by Gen and Maya.

Isabella showed no hesitation, sparing no backward glance. She thrust me back onto the enormous bed, palms pressing hard against my chest, her power driven by fierce, eager lust she'd restrained even after the recent orgy with them all.

I hit the mattress leaning on my elbows, eyes fixed as she mounted me like a hunter seizing its quarry... the complete reversal of our initial encounters.

No gradual seductive undressing, no playful kisses, no soft murmurs of affection.

Only instant, scorching hunger.

She hauled the skimpy black skirt up to her waist in a single fierce tug, material crumpling high on her hips to reveal the sheer black lace thong utterly drenched.

Her fingers snagged the crotch and pulled it aside—just far enough to expose everything: pussy lips engorged deep pink and shining, outer folds swollen and spread, inner folds rosy and wet, entrance pulsing openly in eagerness.

A sticky, gleaming strand of her juices pulled taut and broke as she widened her thighs above me.

She grasped my cock—already swollen and weighty from the corridor foreplay—and delivered two firm, claiming pumps, hardening me to full, pulsing rigidity in moments.

No tender caresses. Pure possession.

Next, she aligned the broad, oozing tip with her sopping opening and dropped down in one endless, relentless plunge.

"Fuuuuck—" she snarled through gritted teeth while her snug pussy expanded around me, outer lips stretching broad and paling at the rims from my invading thickness.

She devoured every girthy inch without stopping—pussy engulfing the eight inches completely, inner walls quivering and squeezing in ravenous pulses—until her plump, curved ass smacked flat against my thighs with a slick smack, my cock slamming deep into her cervix.

The impact shook her frame with fierce tremors; a torrent of hot wetness surged around the root, trickling in heavy, warm streams over my balls and drenching the sheets right away.

Isabella refused to pause for settling. She braced both hands on my chest—nails digging through the fabric—and began bucking—fierce, rapid, frantic pounds that sent her full breasts heaving madly beneath the flimsy blouse, gold chain whipping and striking her chest bone on each brutal descent.

Her purple-tinted hair tumbled ahead in damp locks, clinging to heated cheeks.

"God—yes—fuck my mother cunt—" she gasped, voice breaking boldly on each downward drive. Hips circled forward during the rise, rubbing her engorged clit roughly against my groin in obscene loops, then she plunged back so profoundly the rounded tip hammered her cervix once more.

The room echoed with the lewd slaps of her plump ass meeting my thighs—flesh slapping flesh, damp and resounding—interrupted by the vulgar squelches of her pussy clenching and freeing my cock on every motion.

Each upward pull revealed it all... her swollen outer lips sliding up my length—taut, pale-edged, holding on tightly—before flaring wide anew on the descent, new froth bubbling thick and creamy at the base, glazing my cock and balls in shiny coats.

I seized her hips—fingers burying into yielding, quivering meat—and yanked her down fiercer, making her accept every inch even deeper.

Her moans grew louder—unashamed, primal—head thrown back, neck bared, violet eyes glazed and feral.

"Ruin this pussy—destroy it—" she panted, legs shaking wildly as she rode like she aimed to shatter us both.

Suddenly she adjusted—feet planted firm on the bed beside my hips, ass lifted high—and commenced twerking on my cock.

Quick, sharp, rhythmic drops that caused her full, round ass cheeks to smack together around my shaft with resounding, wet pops, the shifted thong slicing a shadowy, obscene stripe between them like a depraved border.

Her ass rippled through the air with every bounce.

Each fall drove her pussy engulfing me to the hilt—lips clamping firm—inner walls undulating in wild, sucking contractions—while her ass shook and wobbled with each drop, meat undulating in mesmerizing waves along her thighs and settling back.

Juices streamed out in heavy flows—cascading over my balls, saturating the sheets in a growing dark stain—creamy strands pulling between her bouncing ass and my pelvis whenever she rose.

I stretched up, tugged her top down one shoulder—baring a dark, erect nipple—and twisted it firmly.

She screamed—harsh, brazen—"Ahh—fuck—"

—her pussy seized me so fiercely around my cock that I rumbled low in my throat. She excelled at that... clenching me tight even as she pistoned up and down.

I sat forward, lips grazing her ear while she persisted in twerking—ass smacking louder, quicker—thighs quaking, pussy slurping lewdly.

"You’ve become so utterly shameless," I murmured gruffly against her skin, tone gravelly. "Twerking on my cock like a slut with your daughter right outside the door. Not a shred of shame remains in you."

She laughed—gasping, fractured, obscene—hips unrelenting, twerking fiercer, pussy squeezing harder.

"And whose fault is that?" she gasped, pressing down so profoundly my balls throbbed. "You made me this way—ruined me—and you crave my daughter too. That just makes it burn hotter, right?"

I chuckled darkly into her neck, teeth scraping before I sucked fiercely—branding a new hickey—then smacked her ass—crisp, reverberating strike that set the cheek waving. She wailed louder—brazen, X-rated—bucking swifter, legs trembling, breasts flying.

"Harder—fuck—spank this ass—brand it—" she begged, voice shattered and oozing desire.

I complied—another firm smack, then one more—each propelling her deeper onto my cock, her ass quaking wildly, cheeks colliding louder around my length.

Her pussy throbbed—walls pulsing in urgent grips, clit scraping desperately against me, fluids spurting in new scorching bursts with every twerk.

She pursued her orgasm without mercy—hips jerking, ass clapping in swift tempo, pussy wringing me in wild, clutching throbs.

"Cum—inside me—flood this married pussy—now—" she commanded, tone ragged and authoritative.

Her body seized—spine bowing sharply, thighs shuddering beyond control, ass cheeks quivering mid-smack—pussy contracting in powerful, steady waves around my cock as climax tore through her.

New wetness gushed out in throbbing spurts—soaking us entirely, pouring heavy over my balls. She continued twerking amid it—choppy, frantic hops—drawing out every contraction until I lost control.

I bucked upward fiercely—once, twice—then lodged deep and erupted within her, heavy spurts filling her pulsing pussy as she ground down once more, moaning my name like a dirty incantation: "Yes—fuck—fill me—own it—"

She slumped onto my chest—both heaving for breath, slick with sweat, her pussy twitching faintly around my softening cock, sluggish thick leaks of our mingled fluids seeping around the base onto the wrecked sheets.

Silence lingered for a full minute. Only harsh breaths. The steady wet drip-drip-drip. The distant pulse of bass from deeper in the penthouse.

Then she raised her head slightly—purple eyes shadowed, content, claiming.

"Welcome home," she whispered, voice raspy.

And at last—deliberately—she kissed me, flavored with sweat and my devotion to her.