My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives

Mary’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and something darker as she studied Damian’s face. The quiet intensity in his voice when he spoke of the Dark World only made the heat between them sharper.

She shifted on his lap, feeling the solid strength of his thighs beneath her, the faint press of his growing interest against her hip.

”I’ll tell you more about it later. For now, let’s just think about us.”

Mary leaned in and claimed his mouth. The kiss was slow at first, lips parting, tongues brushing and then deepened as she tasted the wine on him and the lingering smoke.

She nipped his lower lip, then trailed her mouth down the column of his throat, right where she had bitten him earlier. The small mark was already darkening. She licked it once, slow and deliberate, before sliding off his lap and sinking to her knees between his spread thighs.

Damian watched her without speaking, goblet forgotten on the floor. The two moons cast silver light across the balcony, painting the curves of her body in pale blue and shadow. Mary’s dark dress had already slipped from one shoulder. She pushed the fabric down further until her small perky breasts were bare, the cool night air tightening her nipples. Then she reached for the front of his trousers.

The hard line of his cock strained against the cloth. She stroked him through the fabric first, palm pressing, fingers outlining the thick length of his cock. Damian’s breath left him in a slow exhale. Mary unfastened the trousers, and the heavy, flushed cock sprang into the open air. It was already half-hard, thickening further under her gaze. A bead of clear fluid gathered at the tip.

She wrapped her fingers around the base and leaned in.

The first touch of her mouth was a soft, wet kiss to the head. She parted her lips and took him in slowly, tongue swirling around the sensitive crown, tasting the salt of him. Damian’s hand settled in her hair and gently rested on it.

Mary hummed in approval and sank lower, taking more of him into the heat of her mouth. Her lips stretched around his girth. She bobbed once, twice, then pulled back with a soft, wet sound, a thin string of saliva connecting her mouth to the glistening tip.

”I’ve wanted this since you sat down,” she said, voice husky. Then she took him again, deeper this time.

Mary’s head moved with steady rhythm. She sucked hard on the upstroke, tongue pressing flat against the underside, then relaxed her throat and took him nearly to the base. The thick head nudged the back of her throat, she swallowed around him and felt Damian’s thighs tense.

One of her hands cupped his balls, rolling them gently, while the other stroked what her mouth couldn’t take. Spit slicked his cock, making every slide of her lips louder in the quiet night. She pulled off completely, stroked him with both hands, and looked up.

”You taste better when you’re thinking about dangerous things,” she teased, then engulfed him again.

Damian’s free hand gripped the stone railing. Purple smoke from the discarded cigar still drifted faintly on the wind, mixing with the scent of her perfume and the musk of sex. Mary worked him with growing hunger with long, deep sucks, then rapid shallow ones that focused on the head, tongue flicking the frenulum.

She let him fuck her mouth in short thrusts, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her bare breasts. When she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen and shiny, and Damian’s cock stood rigid, veins standing out, the head flushed dark and leaking.

Mary rose, shedding the rest of her dress in one fluid motion. She was naked beneath it, revealing smooth skin, full breasts, the soft thatch between her thighs already glistening. She climbed back onto his lap, straddling him, and reached down to guide the thick head to her pussy entrance. She rubbed herself against him first, coating the tip in her wetness, then sank down.

The stretch was immediate and intense. Damian’s cock was thick enough that she had to ease onto it, inch by inch, until she was fully seated, thighs resting against his. A soft, broken sound left her throat. She stayed still for a moment, adjusting, feeling every pulse of him inside her.

Then she began to move.

Mary braced her hands on Damian’s shoulders and rolled her hips in slow, deep circles. Her inner walls clenched around him with every rise and fall. She lifted almost all the way off, until only the head remained inside, then dropped back down in a wet, quick slide. The balcony was quiet except for the soft slap of skin and her increasingly unsteady breathing.

Damian’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her rhythm without taking control. He watched her breasts bounce with every downward thrust, watched the way her stomach flexed, watched the flush spreading across her chest.

Mary leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, and rode him harder. The angle changed; every stroke dragged against the front of her walls. She gasped against his mouth, kissing him messily while she fucked herself on his cock. Her pace grew faster, more urgent. She ground down hard, circling her hips so the base of his cock pressed against her clit, then rose and slammed back down again.

”Fuck... Damian...” Her voice cracked.

She kept moving, chasing the building pressure. Her thighs trembled. Damian’s hands slid up her back, then down again to hold her hips as she rode him with abandon. The night air cooled the sweat on her skin; the heat inside her only grew.

She came with a sharp cry, body locking around him, inner muscles fluttering and clenching in waves. Damian held her through it, thrusting up in short, controlled movements that prolonged the climax until she was shaking and breathless against his chest.

Mary didn’t stop for long.

She lifted off him carefully, turned around, and straddled him again facing away reverse cowgirl. She reached back, found his cock, and guided it back into her still-sensitive pussy. The new angle made her moan the moment she sank down. Damian’s hands returned to her hips, then slid around to cup her breasts from behind as she started to move.

From this position she could lean forward, bracing her hands on his knees, and rock her hips in long, rolling motions. Damian watched the way her ass flexed with every bounce, the way his cock disappeared into her again and again. Mary looked back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. She reached between her own legs and rubbed her clit while she rode him, the dual stimulation making her thighs shake.

”Harder,” she breathed.

Damian thrust up to meet her downward strokes. The sound of their bodies meeting grew louder, wetter. Mary’s moans turned into broken gasps. She bounced faster, using the strength in her legs to rise and fall in a steady, punishing rhythm. Every time she dropped, his cock bottomed out inside her, the head kissing deep. Sweat slicked the place where their skin met.

Mary’s second orgasm built slower, heavier. She ground down and stayed there, circling her hips in tight motions while Damian’s hands gripped her waist and helped her move. The pressure coiled low in her belly, then snapped. She cried out, body shuddering, pussy clamping down hard around him. Damian kept thrusting through it, short and deep, until the aftershocks made her whimper.

She didn’t climb off. Instead she leaned back against his chest, still impaled, and turned her head to kiss him over her shoulder. Damian’s arms wrapped around her, one hand sliding down to stroke her clit in slow circles while he rolled his hips upward. Mary’s breath hitched. She was oversensitive, but she didn’t pull away.

Buzz!

Damain suddenly stopped, his eyes turning cold and ruthless. Even Mary’s low moans faded as she felt his waist stiffen and his presence turn cold and ruthless.