Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 990: Office Edge (r-18)

Her chin was gripped by my thumb and forefinger, unyieldingly firm, as I lifted her face until those dark, dilated pupils fixed straight on mine. Her lashes batted once, weighted down, conquered.

Next, my lips descended to her neck, claiming it like my personal territory.

The first kiss ghosted—lips scarcely grazing the wild pounding of her pulse.

Then my mouth parted wide, sucking fiercely, drawing her soft, delicate skin between my teeth amid slick, obscene suction.

Her body convulsed against mine—a total shudder—her breasts pressing even tighter to my chest.

A shattered, desperate moan tore from her throat, pitched high and ragged at the fringes.

That noise... heavens, so fractured and craving, carrying the full tale of her longing for me since our first encounter at the Rivera estate.

My lips trailed downward—wide open, messy, lewd path along the graceful length of her throat. Tongue darted out, savoring salt, jasmine, and the delicious terror of a woman utterly unraveling.

I fastened onto the dip at her collarbone—sucking savagely—teeth rasping over sinew until she bowed backward like her spine was hauled taut. Her head smacked the glass. Throat bared entirely.

Yet another moan escaped—"hahhh... ahhh..."—raw, quaking, resonating right through my shaft like a direct summons.

My free hand seized her ass once more—both cheeks now. Fingers burrowed deep beneath the silk, parting the lush, decadent flesh broad.

The fabric strained near tearing, clinging to every tremble as her glutes clenched and shook in my hold. I massaged harshly—deliberate, owning strokes—hoisting her slightly to thrust her hips ahead.

Her drenched core rubbed fiercely against the rigid bulge straining my trousers. Dress hiked upward. Naked thigh brushed cloth. Burning hot. Trembling.

She mewled—"nnghhh..."—the sound splintering into something gentler, more piteous, her hips jerking on raw primal urge to pursue the contact.

I whirled her around—swift, seamless—her back crashing into the glass pane.

She yielded without fight, hands smacking flat overhead as if awaiting the command forever... as if she weren't a grown woman with a youthful paramour. Wrists crossed aloft. Arms extended taut.

Breasts jutted out with such force the bodice seemed set to tear.

Nipples pierced the silk like desperate fugitives. Gold chain had slid down, pendant vanished in the profound cleft amid surging breasts. Back curved. Ass thrust back—plump, ripe, pleading.

I pinned her in place—one muscular forearm planted by her head, the other plunging beneath the hem. Fingers at last touched naked skin—smooth, blazing, shivering. Spread apart. Squeezed both cheeks with crushing strength.

I pressed deep to separate her faintly, sensing the searing warmth emanating from her soaked center. Hoisted her. Swung her hips ahead in languid, depraved cadence—rubbing her leaking pussy over my cock through all the frustrating barriers. Lace thong utterly saturated.

Drenched heat soaked through to my pants. Swollen folds pushed boldly, brazenly, as if marking me in return.

Her moan erupted louder—"—guttural, unashamed, flooding from her as if she'd lost the art of silence. Hips surged forward. I countered with fiercer presses—intentional, merciless swivels—making her sense every thick, veined length glide over her clit until her thighs quaked fiercely.

My lips ascended her neck anew—sucking ruthlessly at the pulse beneath her jaw, intense enough to raise a deep, claiming mark she'd need to conceal at tomorrow's board session.

Teeth scraped. Nipped. Piercing tiny bites transforming her gasp to a splintered "nnnghhh... fuckkk..."—her first true word escaped, laced with raw desire and capitulation.

I drew back slightly to gaze.

Eyes glazed. Hooded heavily. Frustration's tears beading on her lashes. Lips puffy, agape, glistening with saliva.

Cheeks aflame scarlet. Hair disheveled—locks plastered to sweaty skin. Gold chain heaving between those ruined breasts with each labored breath.

She appeared beautiful and primed for ruin—and my lips hadn't claimed hers yet.

I pressed close—lips grazing hers, lingering, taunting the ultimate boundary.

She responded with a deep, savage blend of growl and sob—hips circling brazenly, grinding her sopping cunt against me as if she'd ignite without it.

That sealed it.

Limit shattered. No reversals.

I captured her mouth—brutally. Possessing.

Tongue shoved beyond her lips to ravage within. She matched my hunger like a famished soul—sloppy, drenched, teeth colliding, frantic. One hand fell from the wall to clutch my shirt and haul me nearer—nails raking as if burrowing into me.

The other lingered high, shaking against the glass, bound by the unseen order I'd seared into her.

My hand on her ass clamped one final savage time—fingers gouging into bare, shuddering flesh, parting her cheeks broad, kneading till the soft mass rippled in lewd, heavy swells against my palm—while I consumed her mouth.

I drank every fractured, voiceless cry she fed into me. Rubbed her dripping pussy over my cock in depraved, unceasing tempo until the glass tower echoed only with:

sloppy, lewd kisses gasping, heaving breaths and the brazen, decadent orchestra of Sable Rivera at last falling apart.

The kiss ended with a slick, vulgar pop—her lips bloated and crimson-bruised, mine gleaming with her frantic sweet-salt mix, jasmine, and raw, unbridled vice.

Sable’s eyes had vanished—wild black voids, pupils expanded to engulf the irises—fixed on mine in a glare roaring "Don’t you fucking dare stop now, you godly bastard."

Stopping was off the table.

I sank down, looped one brawny arm beneath her thigh crease, clamped the other around her lower back like an iron band, and hoisted her in a single, dominant motion.

She weighed less than her voluptuous form suggested—yet that dense, sumptuous ass nestled perfectly into my grasp like divinely crafted for me.

Her legs locked around my waist instinctively; crystal heels dug into my lower back like spurs to hold me fast.

The dress bunched skyward—outrageously high—exposing pale thigh undersides and teasing lace with every twitch. The gold chain dangled between us, cool metal teasing my fevered skin like provocation.