It wasn't a frantic ride; it was a slow, undulating dance of claiming. Her hips rolled in a languid, circular grind, her back arched beautifully. With each slow rise, my thick, corded shaft would emerge, glistening and slick with her juices.

With each deliberate sink back down, my cock would vanish into her depths, accompanied by a lewd, wet, sucking sound that echoed in the silent, tense room. Her mature, welcoming pussy and my demanding, rigid cock were a perfect, obscene fit.

But my attention was divided to them all, as a king's should be. My left hand stayed on Patricia's hip, guiding her. With my right, I reached out.

My fingers found Madison's dripping slit. I slid two fingers deep inside her with no preamble.

She cried out, a sharp "Ah!", and her body immediately began bucking against my hand, her own need surging back to life.

For Sofia, I didn't even need to penetrate her yet. I simply brushed my thumb over her hyper-sensitive clit. The effect was instantaneous. She jolted as if electrocuted, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat as a mini-orgasm rippled through her.

I returned my focus to Patricia. My hand roamed over the perfect, mature globe of her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. I decided she could take more. I focused my will, tapping into the deeper abilities the system granted me.

Inside her, I felt my cock begin to shift, thickening, expanding, stretching her already-full channel to a new, unbelievable limit.

"OH FUCK! OH MY GOD! PETER! YOU'RE… YOU'RE GETTING BIGGER! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

Her scream was one of pure, shocked, ecstatic terror. Her body convulsed violently, a powerful, unexpected orgasm tearing through her as she was stretched beyond her wildest dreams.

I held her hips still, letting her adjust to the new, impossible girth, a low groan of pleasure rumbling in my own chest at the vise-like, rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles around my expanded shaft.

When the tremors subsided, I took control. My hands on her hips, I began to move her, setting a new, more primal pace. This was no longer her dance; it was my claiming.

CRACK!

My open palm came down in a sharp, stinging slap on the perfect curve of her right ass cheek. The sound was loud and crisp in the room.

"AHHHH! YES!" Her cry was one of pure, shocked pleasure. Her entire body jerked, her pussy clamping down on me like a wet, hot vise as another intense orgasm was slapped right out of her.

"Again! Please, again!" she sobbed, the words a guttural, desperate plea.

I obliged. CRACK! I spanked her other cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on the pale skin.

Her responding moan was long and shuddering. Her slow, sensual ride was forgotten, replaced by a frantic, bouncing rhythm as I propelled her up and down my shaft. Her beautiful ass cheeks now glowed a warm red, marked as mine.

Throughout this, my hands continued their work on the others. My fingers pumped in and out of Madison's dripping pussy with relentless rhythm, pushing her toward another climax.

For Sofia, I resumed my attention on her clit, my thumb circling with devilish precision until she was mewling and begging, on the verge of shattering again.

Patricia was completely lost, a mess of ecstasy and submission. Her head was thrown back, her long, continuous cries filling the room: "YES! DON'T STOP! FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S BEST FRIEND! RUIN ME, PETER! I'M YOURS!"

The thoughts I heard through Plea were a glorious, sinful litany: This is Maria's son… I'm taking him… inside me… God, Maria, can you see this? Can you see how your boy fills me? How he makes me scream? This is what I needed… all along…

The taboo of it, the sheer wrongness, was the final key that unlocked her completely. Usually I did not hear my women's thoughts but this time I did... maybe because of what she just said.

With a final, guttural, screaming roar, she collapsed forward against my chest, her body spent and shaking.

Her well-used, thoroughly stretched pussy pulsed and fluttered around my still-hard, thick cock in the intense aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of her life.

And I, with the endless stamina of my body, remained buried deep within her, a god surrounded by his devoted worshippers, all pleasured to their absolute limit in one single, masterful, and breathtaking act.

With Patricia shuddering against my chest, the delicate phase was over. The time for letting her set the pace had passed. Now, it was time for me to claim what was mine.

My hands shifted from her hips to her waist, gripping her firmly. I lifted her slightly, just enough to pull my cock almost entirely out of her soaking, clutching warmth, until only the tip remained inside. Her eyes flew open in surprise, a weak protest forming on her lips.

I didn't give her time to speak.

In one powerful, controlled motion, I drove her back down onto my cock, fucking up into her at the same time. It was a hard, deep, piston-like stroke that slammed our bodies together. A loud, wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, followed by her choked, guttural cry.

"UNNHH! YES! DEEPER!"

Her head fell back, offering her throat. I ignored it for now. My mission was her upper body.

I leaned forward, my mouth finding the soft, sensitive skin of her neck. I didn't kiss it. I bit it. Not enough to break the skin, but with enough sharp pressure to make her jolt and scream, a bright sting of pain that would bloom into a dark bruise—a mark of possession.

"MY WOMAN!" I growled against her skin, the word vibrating through her.

My mouth moved lower, over her collarbone, leaving another possessive bite. Then lower still. My hands kept her hips moving, pounding into her with a relentless, deep rhythm that shook the sofa.

Each thrust was a full-body impact. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass and her ass slapping against my thighs was a loud, rhythmic, obscene percussion to her screams.

I reached her breasts. I took one hard, peaked nipple into my mouth. Again, I didn't suckle gently. I bit down on the rigid nub, my teeth applying sharp, precise pressure.

"AAAAH! GOD! PLEASE!" she shrieked, her back arching violently, her hands scrambling at my shoulders. The pain was clearly fused with unbearable pleasure, sending another convulsive orgasm rippling through her core, making her pussy milk my shaft desperately.

I moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment—a sharp, claiming bite that made her sob with ecstasy.

My hands continued their work on her waist, driving into her over and over, each thrust hitting the deepest part of her. My left hand released her waist and delivered another sharp CRACK! to her already-reddened ass cheek.

"HARDER!" she begged, her voice raw. "SPANK ME HARDER! USE ME!"

I obliged. I spanked her again, then again, alternating cheeks, the sharp sounds punctuating the wet slap of our joining. The entire upper half of her body was now a canvas of my possession—love bites on her neck, collarbone, and breasts, and her ass glowing a hot, satisfying red from my palms.

I was fucking her now not just with my cock, but with my entire being—with the bites, the slaps, the deep, punishing thrusts that stole her breath. She was no longer a CEO or a mother; she was simply a woman being utterly remade by pleasure and pain, her long, continuous screams a hymn to her own surrender.

She was completely mine, and every hard, deep stroke, every bite, every slap was a brutal, loving reminder of that fact.

Patricia was a masterpiece of ruin. Her body, slick with sweat, trembled with the aftershocks of relentless pleasure.

But the final crescendo was yet to come. My control was absolute, the pace a brutal, deep rhythm that had her motherly pussy stretching and clinging to my thick, veined cock with every punishing thrust.

The wet, slapping sounds of our union filled the room, a lewd music composed of the loud crack of my hips against her ass and the suction of her tight channel.

I felt the familiar, coiling tension building at the base of my spine. My grip on her waist tightened. "Look at me," I commanded, my voice a low growl.

Her glazed eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. In them, I saw complete surrender.

"I'm going to fill you," I stated, not asking. "I'm going to pump my cum deep inside this greedy pussy. And you're going to take every drop."

A shudder of anticipation wracked her frame. "Yes... please... give it to me..."

With a final, powerful surge, I drove into her to the hilt.

My cock pulsed violently as I released, jet after hot jet of my seed flooding her deepest recesses. Her internal muscles clamped down in a series of convulsions, milking me dry as a long, guttural moan of pure satisfaction was torn from her throat.

I held myself deep, feeling her body accept the claiming, her warm, wet pussy perfectly sheathing my spent cock.

I slowly withdrew, my slick, glistening shaft emerging from her well-used pussy, coated in our mixed essences. I laid her gently on the sofa, her body boneless and serene. She was spent, claimed, and peaceful.

My gaze then shifted to Madison, my queen. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted with anticipation. "Your turn," I said, a predatory smile touching my lips.

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