Chapter 21: We Are Just Getting Started

The heavy oak door of Morales apartment clicked shut, sealing out the sterile, humming corridors of the freshman housing block. Morales gently lowered Chloe into a plush armchair in the center of the living room, his expression calm.

"You’re safe now," Morales said smoothly, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from her forehead. "Go wash up. Get the dust and blood off you."

Chloe immediately clutched his arm, her emerald eyes wide and resistant. "No... I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay right here with you, Morales.."

"Oh, stop whining like an absolute child and go clean yourself up," Sophia snapped sharply from the doorway, crossing her arms as she glared at Chloe with a mixture of lingering adrenaline and irritation. "Look at you.....you’re completely filthy from head to toe."

Chloe’s head snapped around, her aristocratic pride flaring instantly despite her exhausted state. She glared right back at Sophia, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Excuse me? I might be a mess, but at least I didn’t get myself cornered and rescued as an afterthought. Besides, you might be a high-and-mighty Laurent, but I had Morales first!"

"Why you.....!" Sophia flushed a deep, indignant crimson.

Morales stood in the middle of the room, throwing his hands up in a futile gesture as the two elite heiresses instantly devolved into a loud, bickering match. He tried to insert a word of reason, but their overlapping voices completely drowned him out.

After a moment of watching them trade sharp insults, Morales let out a dry, amused chuckle and shook his head.

"Alright, alright," Morales interrupted smoothly, raising his voice just enough to cut through their noise. "Seeing as you two already know each other quite well, there’s no need for formal introductions."

He sank back into the wide leather armchair, stretching his legs comfortably apart and resting his hands behind his head.

"Alright, enough bickering," Morales interrupted smoothly, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that instantly cut through their noise. "Instead of arguing over who gets my attention first, why don’t you both properly reward the man who just dragged you out of hell?"

Both girls froze instantly. They traded a sharp, highly competitive glance,neither willing to back down or let the other claim him first. With a simultaneous gasp of eager submission, both elite heiresses rushed forward, dropping to their knees right between his spread legs.

Morales gaze shifted down, locking onto Sophia. He noticed the slight hesitation in her posture, the faint tremor in her hands as she looked at his thick, imposing length straining against his trousers.

"What’s the matter, Sophia?" Morales taunted softly, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Never done this before?"

Sophia flushed a deep, burning crimson, biting her lower lip as her aristocratic pride warred with her raw desire. "I... I haven’t... not like this," she stammered defensively, her blue eyes wide. "I don’t know if I can..."

"You don’t have a choice," Morales interrupted, his tone turning absolute and unyielding. He reached down, grabbing her by the chin and lifting her face to his. "You’re going to take it first, and you’re going to take it the hard way. Open wide."

Before Sophia could protest, Morales unzipped his pants, releasing his massive, throbbing length right in front of her face. Sophia’s breath hitched, her eyes watering slightly at the sheer size of him.

"Morales, wait, it’s too big...it won’t fit my mouth " she gasped.

"Shh. Take it," he commanded, guiding her forward.

Sophia squeezed her eyes shut, parting her lips and timidly pressing her mouth against the tip. But Morales wasn’t interested in gentle treatment.

With a firm, unyielding grip on the back of her dyed white hair, he pushed forward, driving his thick length past her lips and straight into her mouth.

"Mmh...! Ghk...!"

Slurp....Slurp....Slurp

Sophia choked out a muffled gasp, her blue eyes flying wide open as the head of his shaft struck the back of her throat. Tears instantly pricked the corners of her eyes from the intense, choking pressure, her hands flying up to grip his thighs for support as her gag reflex flared.

"That’s it, take it deep," Morales growled, setting a merciless, punishing rhythm. He began thrusting his hips forward, using her mouth like a personal playground, slamming straight into the back of her throat over and over again until drool spilled over her lips and down her chin. "You wanted to play in my world, Sophia? This is what obedience tastes like."

Beside her, Chloe watched with wide, hungry eyes, her own breath coming in ragged gasps as she witnessed Sophia being forced to take him the hard way. Knowing her turn was next, and craving it just as desperately, Chloe reached out, her small hands stroking the base of his shaft while waiting for her command.

After driving Sophia to her absolute limit, forcing her to swallow every inch of him and choking her repeatedly until she was shaking and whimpering around his shaft, Morales finally pulled back slightly, letting her gasp for air.

Sophia collapsed forward against his knees, coughing softly, her face slick with saliva and flushed a brilliant red, completely broken in the best possible way.

"Good girl," Morales praised darkly, before turning his attention to Chloe. "Now you. Both of you. Open wide."

Without a second of hesitation, Chloe leaned in eagerly, parting her lips wide, while Sophia recovered just enough to crawl back up, refusing to be left behind.

"That’s right," Morales murmured, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Double pleasant trouble."

He gripped both of their heads, his fingers tangling firmly in Chloe’s blonde hair and Sophia’s white locks. With absolute dominance, he began to rhythmically thrust into both of them back-to-back, alternating his attention or pushing deep into their mouths simultaneously when space allowed.

The living room filled with the deafening, decadent sounds of wet choking, aggressive suction, and flesh slapping against their chins.

"Take it! Take it all the way to the back!" Morales commanded roughly, his hips snapping forward with sledgehammer force. Every single thrust hit the back of their throats, causing both girls to gag and tear up, yet the raw, humiliating pleasure of being completely dominated kept them glued to his cock, sucking harder and milking every drop of friction.

Slurp....Slurp...Slurp

"Ah... mmf...!" Chloe whimpered around his shaft, her eyes rolled back as he hammered her throat, while Sophia desperately tried to keep up, bobbing her head in synchronization.

"Whose dicks do you belong to?" Morales demanded, his voice thick with coming heat as the friction pushed him over the edge.

"Yourussss! Yourusss, Morales!" they choked out around his length, tears streaming down their flushed faces as they surrendered every ounce of their pride.

Unable to hold back another second under the crushing wave of heat and throat-pounding friction, Morales roared out a deep, primal groan.

He gripped their hair tighter, driving deep into Chloe’s throat and pressing hard against Sophia’s mouth as a massive, thick wave of his hot seed erupted straight down their throats, filling them to the brim and sealing their absolute, irreversible devotion.

"We are just getting say ." Then he smirked mischievously while the two girls gulped down his seed, as some part of it flowed from their lips to their chest.