Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 993: My New Forbidden Mommy~ (r-18)

Her thighs squeezed my head like a velvet guillotine fueled by raw need, her mature pussy pulsing around my two fingers buried to the knuckles, inner walls contracting in wild, hungry waves as my tongue lashed her clit without mercy .

She teetered right on the brink—body tensed stiff, breaths shattering into sharp, ragged cries, hips thrusting down with feral urgency as if pure determination could force her climax to erupt.

Then the haughty CEO shattered.

"Eros... Peter..." Her voice broke on both my names—shrill, ruined, begging—fingers yanking at my hair until tears stung my eyes from the pain. "Can you... give it to me today? Please... Eros—please—"

I drew my mouth back just far enough to speak straight into her soaked, swollen folds—lips brushing her throbbing clit, hot breath teasing her drenched skin like a mind game.

"Give you what, Sable?" I murmured, my voice smooth dark velvet edged with steel. My thumb replaced my tongue, tracing lazy, firm circles over her swollen nub while my fingers hooked deeper, rubbing that textured spot inside that sent tremors through her entire lower body like an earthquake.

"This? Or something thicker?"

She let out a whimper—"Nnghhh... fuck—please—"—hips grinding boldly into my hand, pursuing friction like a bitch in heat oblivious to ruling half the media world.

Sticky strands of her juices slicked my fingers, trailing warm, lewd paths down my wrist and splattering onto the glass desk like stains that would never fully erase.

I withdrew my fingers and licked her essence off them as if savoring the most delicious treat.

Wasn’t she?

I chuckled deeply against the tender flesh of her inner thigh—wicked, triumphant, the sound of someone who’d secured victory turns earlier.

"Your husband can’t even get hard for you anymore, can he?" My thumb tweaked her clit gently between thumb and forefinger—twisting it in languid, agonizing motions that drew outright sobs from her. "That’s why you’re perched on your own desk like a needy cougar, begging a teenager while leaking mommy nectar all over my face. He never made you beg like the slut deep down you are, did he?"

Her head shook wildly—"No—no—I "—voice cracking into a guttural moan as her hips surged harder against my palm.

"Hahhh... years—Eros—please—fill the void he left behind—"

I rose to my feet gradually—her shaking hands gliding down my chest as if fearing I’d disappear if she released me—then unbuckled my belt. The metal clink rang out like a shot in the abruptly silent office.

Zipper hissed open.

I yanked pants and boxers down to mid-thigh with a single forceful tug.

My cock burst forth—thick, veined, heavily rigid, already leaking a fat drop of pre-cum from the tip, the dark length gleaming under the office lights as if aware it was set to wreck a life.

Sable gasped as if struck in the gut—eyes widening in awe, lips falling open on a holy, broken "Ohhh... fuck... it’s even bigger than I dreamed..."—and her elegant, trembling fingers reached forward.

The fingertips followed the plump, throbbing vein beneath—deliberate, reverent—mapping from base to tip like charting holy ground for future worship.

Pre-cum smeared over her fingertips as she circled the bloated mushroom head; she lifted those shiny digits to her lips and sucked them clean with a shattered moan reverberating off the glass walls.

"No, Eros..." she whispered, voice quivering near tears. "Don’t fuck me. Not yet. Just... tease me. Ruin me gradually. I want this cock to haunt me—in every board meeting, every leg-cross under the table, every night I touch myself weeping your name. I want to think of it claiming my pussy every time, to ache for it... until I snap."

I gripped the thick root—squeezing until fresh pre-cum beaded at the tip—then positioned myself between her parted, shuddering thighs once more.

I directed the broad, flanged head to her opening—sliding it deliberately up and down her drenched slit.

The initial touch exploded like fire.

The scorching heat of her pussy engulfed the head right away—outer lips spreading like warm, slick silk, gripping tightly at the rims as her juices glazed me shiny.

Each upward glide scraped the thick ridge across her pulsing clit—jolting her body like an electric shock—each downward push dipped the tip just past her entrance, invading by one ruthless, plump inch before retreating.

Her inner walls quivered madly around the head—ravenous, sucking motions attempting to pull me in further—while new floods of her slick fell in heavy strings from my cock to her core.

Sable cried out—"AHHH—fuck—Eros—it’s opening me up—!"—the moment the head split her folds.

Her pussy lips stretched lewdly wide around the head, inner folds unfurling like a bloom after six years parched. Every shallow breach made her quake fiercely—body spasming—resisting the savage, humiliating impulse to drop down and skewer her starved cunt on the full girth.

"Please—" she wept, hips circling with mine, pursuing that agonizing half-inch. "Just the tip—fuck—again—stretch your mommy just a bit more—"

I obliged—deliberate, unyielding—pressing the head in once more—distending her entrance over the flared rim—sensing her walls vise down hard, fluttering in vain to draw me deeper.

Her juices slathered me heavier now—trailing in gooey threads with each pullout. She wailed-moaned again—

"Nnghhh—yes—there—God, it’s so thick—!"—thighs trembling, ass rising from the desk to greet each taunting push, resisting the plea for the entire savage length.

I slid the head upward—grinding lazy, obscene loops over her clit until it twitched and swelled—then downward—separating her folds, invading her just enough to burn with stretch before withdrawing.

Each time the head slipped out with a slick pop, her pussy gripped emptiness—walls visibly contracting, clit pulsing furiously against the slick underside of my shaft.

She unraveled completely—moaning in a ceaseless, broken torrent—

"Hahhh... ahhh... Eros—please—don’t stop—tease your forbidden slut—ruin me—more—"—hips jerking wildly, straining for extra depth while I clamped her hips in a steel hold, dictating every agonizing bit.

The desk creaked beneath her thrashing. City glow seeped through frosted panes like peeping eyes. Distant footsteps sounded in the corridor—but the danger only soaked her more, amplified her cries, intensified her frenzy.

I bent close—lips grazing her ear’s curve—voice pure dark velvet and dominance.

"Tomorrow, Sable..." Another languid, vicious glide—the head splitting her folds, plunging one fat inch deep before easing out with exquisite torment. "And every time you claim that power seat... every time that hollow throb ignites between your thighs... you’ll recall precisely how my cock felt right there—stretching you, possessing you, denying you."

She sobbed—"Eros—please—I can’t take it—I need it inside me—I’ll do anything—"—hips twitching, pussy spasming and flooding on air, clit pounding against my shaft.

I laughed—deep, shadowy, conclusive—and trailed the engorged head along her slit once final time—smearing her wetness, glazing every veined inch in her disgrace—then froze, letting her sense the heat, the heft, the vow she’d never shake.

"Beg prettier next time, my new forbidden Mommy," I murmured against her quaking lips. "And maybe... I’ll grant you another inch."