Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs

Chapter 1039: Little Sinful Escapes (r-18)

I stayed on my knees between her spread thighs, the hay soft and slightly prickly under me, the stable wrapped us in perfect, peaceful quiet.

We were completely alone—hidden away from everything and everyone. No voices, no demands, no world waiting outside these wooden walls. Just Madison and me, finally able to lose ourselves in each other.

Gods, I had missed these little escapes with her way too much.

I missed the way her thick, soft thighs felt trembling under my hands with us just alone. Missed the sweet, heady scent of her cunt filling my lungs and having her all to myself like this.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties and slowly dragged them down her legs, letting the drenched lace peel away from her dripping pussy. Once they were off and tossed aside, I spread her thighs even wider, my palms pressing firmly into the plush flesh, holding her completely open for me.

She let me and spread for me like a blooming flower, and I was the bee about to steal and taste her nectar.

Her pussy was glistening right before my hungry eyes... swollen, and flushed dark with need and so fucking wet with her juices that I wanted nothing but to devour away.

Her outer lips were puffy and parted, her inner folds shiny and slick with thick strands of arousal that slowly dripped down toward her entrance. Her clit peeked out, engorged and throbbing visibly, begging for attention.

I leaned in and finally tasted her directly with no more delay.

I was too far gone for any more teasing

My tongue flattened completely, broad and wet, and I dragged it excruciatingly slowly from the very bottom of her slit all the way up. As the flat of my tongue pressed against her, I felt her puffy outer lips part and yield under the heavy pressure.

Her slick inner folds opened beautifully for me, unfolding like wet silk, glistening and quivering as my tongue glided through them. Thick, warm strands of her arousal coated my tongue in one long, lazy stroke.

I gathered every drop, letting it pool on my tongue before slowly swallowing, savoring the rich, slightly sweet, musky taste that was so uniquely hers.

She gasped sharply, one hand flying back to brace herself hard on the wide wooden edge of the manger. Her fingers gripped the rim tightly, knuckles turning white as her body jolted from the slow, wet invasion.

I didn’t speed up.

I licked her again, even slower, flattening my tongue completely once more and dragging it from the bottom of her dripping entrance upward in one prolonged, luxurious stroke. Her pussy lips parted wider this time, the puffy outer folds spreading open obediently as my tongue pushed between them.

Her shiny inner folds unfolded and bloomed under the flat pressure, slick and glistening, displaying every delicate ridge and valley as they clung wetly to my tongue.

Fresh arousal leaked out in thick, shiny strands, coating my tongue heavily.

And I gathered it all, letting the warm wetness fill my mouth before swallowing with a low, appreciative groan.

"Peter..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice cracking.

Her fingers dug harder into the manger’s edge, the wood creaking under her grip as her hips twitched forward helplessly.

I pressed my mouth fully against her pussy and sealed my lips around her entire cunt.

I sucked her slowly, deeply, drawing her puffy outer lips and slick inner folds into my mouth at once. The wet suction made obscene, slurping sounds as I pulled her arousal straight from her core.

Thick strands of her slickness stretched between my lips and her pussy when I pulled back slightly, only to flatten my tongue again and drag it from bottom to top, parting her folds wide open once more.

I gathered every fresh leak on my tongue, savoring it, swallowing her wetness greedily while my mouth stayed sealed over her.

I circled her swollen clit with agonizingly slow strokes—wide, lazy loops that barely touched her at first, then gradually pressed firmer, letting her feel every texture of my flattened tongue dragging over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I flicked the tip lightly against her clit, then returned to those long, drawn-out licks from her leaking hole all the way up, flattening my tongue completely so her folds parted and displayed themselves with every slow pass.

I pressed my mouth fully against her again, sucking her entire pussy into my mouth — lips, folds, and clit all at once—drawing out more of her warm, slick juices. I could feel her getting wetter with every lazy stroke, fresh slickness flooding my tongue and dripping down my chin onto the hay in shiny trails.

My hands never left her thighs—kneading the soft, thick flesh, spreading her even wider, holding her exactly where I wanted her while I took my time devouring her.

I pushed my tongue inside her tight, fluttering entrance, fucking her with slow, deep strokes, curling the tip to stroke her inner walls in unhurried circles while my flattened tongue occasionally returned to those long, bottom-to-top licks that made her pussy lips part so beautifully.

The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth on her pussy filled the quiet stable — soft, slow slurping, sucking, and low, appreciative groans as I lost myself completely in her taste.

Madison’s grip on the manger tightened further, her knuckles whitening even more as she braced harder, her other hand tangling gently in my hair.

Her thighs quivered violently around my head, but she kept herself anchored to the wooden edge, fingers digging into it like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

I pulled back just enough to speak against her dripping cunt, my lips and chin glistening with her juices, voice low and rough with need.

"I’ve missed our escapes so much," I murmured, pressing a long, open-mouthed kiss right over her swollen clit. "Missed having you all to myself like this... no one else, no interruptions... just you and me hidden away where I can taste every inch of you for as long as I want."

Then I dove back in before she could answer, even slower.

I licked broad, luxuriously lazy stripes from her leaking hole up to her throbbing clit, over and over, flattening my tongue completely so her puffy lips parted wide and her glistening inner folds unfolded and displayed themselves with every slow, deliberate pass.

I gathered every fresh rush of her slickness on my tongue, sucking her pussy fully into my mouth again and again, swallowing her wetness with deep, hungry groans.

Her thighs shook harder around my head. Her breathing grew ragged and shallow. The hand braced on the manger creaked loudly under her tightening grip as she arched, fingers digging deeper into the wood while her body fought to stay grounded.

Her other hand yanked gently at my hair, torn between pulling me closer and holding herself steady.

I kept the pace torturously slow, savoring every whimper, every flutter of her walls, every fresh rush of her slickness that coated my tongue and chin.

This moment was ours — this quiet, hidden sanctuary where nothing existed except her soft, broken moans, the wet sounds of me slowly eating her pussy, and the deep, aching need I had to make her come undone just for me.

I looked up at her without stopping, eyes locked on hers as my tongue continued its slow, worshipful work between her trembling thighs.

"Come for me, my queen,"I growled softly against her soaked folds. "Flood my mouth. Let me taste how much you’ve missed this too."