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

Chapter 1040: Hidden in the Stable (r-18)

She did come and I drank it all between her loud coming screams.

Her thighs finally loosened enough for me to lift my head slightly. I looked up at her, my face glistening with her juices, lips swollen from sucking her, and gave her a slow, satisfied smile.

"That’s my girl," I murmured against her still-twitching pussy, pressing one last soft kiss to her clit. "So beautiful when you come for me... and the way you keep squeezing me like that... fuck, I could stay here forever."

Madison’s chest was still heaving, her golden-flecked eyes dark with raw, unguarded hunger. Before I could even rise, she surged forward with greedy desperation. Her hands attacked my shirt, yanking it up and over my head in one frantic motion, fingers trembling with need as she tossed it aside.

She didn’t stop there — her hands immediately dropped to my cock with impatient tugs and my cock was harder than before and leaking, the fat head already glistening with precum. Madison’s eyes locked onto it with pure, shameless greed.

"I want you,"she breathed, voice wrecked and desperate. "Right now. I need you inside me... please, Peter. I’ve missed feeling you stretch me so much."

She reached down and wrapped both hands around my throbbing shaft, stroking me once, twice, with urgent hunger before guiding the swollen head straight to her dripping pussy.

I braced my hands on the manger on either side of her hips and leaned over her. The fat, blunt head of my cock pressed against her soaked entrance, nestling between her puffy, glistening outer lips. I didn’t push in yet.

Instead, I slowly dragged the wide head up and down her slit, letting the heavy crown part her slick folds obscenely. Her inner lips opened around the thick head, clinging wetly as I teased her, spreading her arousal everywhere.

Madison whimpered loudly, a needy, broken sound. "Peter... oh fuck..."

I teased the swollen head directly over her sensitive clit, rubbing slow, firm circles with it, letting the smooth, leaking tip grind against the engorged nub.

She gasped sharply, then moaned again but deeper and more desperate this time, her hips jerking up involuntarily.

"Peter... please... I can’t take it anymore..."

Then I finally gave her what she wanted but only the head at first.

I pushed it forward, letting the fat, swollen crown slowly breach her tight entrance. Her pussy lips stretched wide around the thick head, parting beautifully as I sank just the tip inside her scorching, fluttering heat.

I held it there for a moment, letting her feel the stretch, before pulling the head almost completely out again, leaving only the very tip kissing her entrance.

I repeated it — slowly pushing the fat head back in, feeling her slick walls grip and suck at the wide crown, then dragging it back out with a wet, obscene sound.

Each shallow thrust made Madison moan louder, more helplessly.

"Ahh— Peter... please..." she whined, her voice trembling with frustration and pleasure. "It’s so thick... I can feel every inch of the head stretching me... don’t tease me like this..."

But I paid no heed to her words, and I kept the rhythm slow and torturous strokes, pumping just the thick head in and out of her dripping pussy, letting her feel every ridge of the flared crown as her folds clung desperately to it.

Between every shallow thrust, I rubbed the slick, leaking head firmly over her swollen clit while two of my fingers circled the sensitive nub with steady pressure.

Her moans grew louder and more broken with every teasing stroke.

"Fuck— yes... right there..." she whimpered when the head rubbed her clit. Then, as I pushed the fat crown back inside her, she let out a long, desperate moan.

"Oh god... it’s splitting me open..."

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I gripped her hips firmly and pushed forward in one slow, deliberate, devastating motion.

The heavy length of my cock sank deep into her cunt, stretching her walls wide open until I bottomed out, giving her jus the perfect size for her pussy while the fat head pressed firmly against her deepest walls of her pussy.

The wet, filthy sound of her pussy swallowing every thick inch filled the stable.

Madison’s head fell back with a loud, broken cry. "Oh my god... yes... you’re so fucking deep..."

I held myself buried to the hilt for a long moment, savoring the way her cunt clenched and fluttered around my thickness like it never wanted to let go. The heat of her was insane and silky, wet wells of her pussy were pulsing.

I could feel every tiny ridge inside her, every greedy squeeze as she adjusted to being so full.

Then I started to move.

Slow at first. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged my cock almost all the way out before sliding back in to the root with sensual, deliberate force.

Each stroke made her pussy lips cling to my shaft, stretching and sucking wetly.

The manger creaked under her as I fucked her with long, sensual strokes, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open again and again, the head kissing her cervix with every deep grind.

Her moans turned into something primal. "Fuck... Peter... you feel so good... go... deeper... please..."

I leaned down and kissed her hard, tongues sliding together as I kept that slow, deep rhythm but made my cock bigger and a bit taller than before and hardened the thrusts.

I started pumping slow but hard and deeper strokes.

Her hands left the manger and wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer while her legs locked tight around my waist.

The hay shifted and crunched beneath her as I drove into her again and again, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the soft sounds of the stable.

But I wanted more.

I pulled out completely for a moment, making her whine in protest, then lifted her off the manger’s edge.

She was light in my arms.

I turned her around and bent her over the wide wooden rim, her clothed breasts pressing against the hay-strewn surface, her ass raised high for me. I spread her ass cheeks with both hands and slid back inside her in one smooth, powerful thrust, burying myself balls-deep from behind while nearly lifting her off but I held her firm.

The new angle let me hit even deeper. I started fucking her harder in long, fast strokes that slammed the fat head against her cervix with every thrust. Her pussy made loud, wet, squelching sounds around my cock as I drove into her, her juices coating my balls and dripping down her thighs.

"Harder..." she begged, voice hoarse and greedy. "Please... fuck me harder... I need it so deep..."

I gave her exactly what she asked for.

My hips snapped forward faster, the sound of my pelvis slapping against her ass filling the stable. I reached around and found her clit again, rubbing firm circles while I pounded into her from behind with deep, brutal strokes.

Her moans turned into desperate, broken cries that echoed off the wooden walls.

Nyxire snorted somewhere in the background, but we didn’t care. Nothing else existed.

I fucked her like that for long minutes — fast, deep thrusts that made her pussy grip me like a vice. Then I slowed again, grinding deep and slow, stirring her insides with my cock while I kissed along her spine and whispered how perfect she felt, how much I loved being buried so deep inside her.

Madison’s legs started shaking. "I’m close again... Peter... don’t stop..."

I pulled out, spun her around, and sat down on the wide manger edge, pulling her into my lap. She straddled me eagerly, sinking down onto my cock in one greedy motion until I was balls-deep again.

This time she was in control—or at least she thought she was. She started riding me with desperate hunger, rolling her hips in wide, filthy circles, grinding her clit against my pelvis every time she took me to the hilt.

Her heavy breasts bounced in front of my face. I tore the cloth caught one in my mouth, sucking hard on her nipple while my hands gripped her ass, helping her move faster. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my thick cock were obscene and perfect.

"Fuck... yes... just like that..." she moaned, riding me harder, her voice getting higher and needier. "You’re so deep... I can feel you in my stomach..."

I thrust up to meet her, driving into her from below while she slammed down. The manger creaked loudly under us. Her juices were everywhere — coating my cock, my balls, dripping down onto the hay.

I could feel her getting close again, her walls starting to flutter and squeeze.

I flipped us suddenly, laying her back on the manger and hooking her legs over my shoulders. I fucked her deep and hard in this new position, the angle letting me hit that perfect spot inside her with every powerful thrust. Her moans turned into loud, shameless cries.

"I’m coming... Peter... I’m coming again—"