Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs-Chapter 25: Nerd’s Bliss: My First Time 5(R-18)

I picked up the pace—hips pistoning with a savage, deliberate power—and she reacted like I’d punched in a secret Konami code straight to her nervous system.

"Oh my God, Peter! You’re mine now!" she gasped, voice shredding under the weight of pleasure. "You’re fucking mine! No one else gets to have this!"

She was staking her claim while I was buried inside her to the hilt.

"You’re gonna be my man from now on," she panted—desperate, possessive, half‑feral. "This cock is mine. You’re mine."

Her words detonated in my bloodstream—pure electrical fire. I slammed deeper, faster. She screamed, back arching off the bed like a live wire.

"FUCK YES! That’s it—that’s my man!" The walls must’ve rattled with how loud she moaned. "You’re ruining me for everyone else!"

She dirty‑talked like a porn star, and every filthy word was meant for me.

It wasn’t just the moment I owned.

It was her.

Madison Torres—untouchable fantasy of every hallway whisper—was underneath me, clawing at my shoulders, surrendering everything while proclaiming ownership in the same breath.

"I didn’t know you’d be like this," she choked out between moans that could raise the dead. "I thought you’d be nervous and awkward, but you’re—fuck—you’re completely ruining me!"

"You’re so big—so fucking perfect!" she cried as I drove harder, deeper, the rhythm now a relentless drum. "I’m never letting you go. You’re mine, Peter!"

Even she sounded shocked by how perfectly we fit.

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her next scream—tasting the raw mix of shock and ecstasy on her tongue.

"I was nervous," I breathed against her lips, foreheads pressed, sweat slick between us. "But this? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me—and I’m going to make sure you never forget it."

Time to make it legendary.

I kept going—faster, harder—meeting every frantic thrust of her hips with one of my own. The headboard slammed a steady rhythm against the wall; her breathless cries rose to a chorus that echoed off her princess‑suite walls.

Every stroke was calculated chaos—deeper, purposeful, yet never reckless. I wanted her to feel it all: every inch that fit, every ragged second stretching into forever.

"YES! PETER! DON’T STOP! YOU’RE MINE!" she howled, voice cracking under pleasure’s weight. "FASTER! PLEASE—FASTER!"

And right then—virgin nerd Peter Carter ceased to exist.

What remained was a man who had the hottest girl in school unraveling beneath him, her power stripped away by a rhythm she couldn’t control.

The girl who expected to tutor some fumbling novice was now reduced to broken syllables of my name.

What happened next was basically a masterclass in human endurance testing that would’ve made Olympic athletes weep with exhaustion and probably required medical supervision.

Madison, being the relentless perfectionist she was, decided that conquering my anatomy in missionary position wasn’t sufficient data for her scientific research. She seemed determined to conduct multiple experiments from every conceivable angle, apparently convinced that practice made perfect and she was going for some kind of sexual achievement unlocking.

She treated my virginity loss like it was a comprehensive educational program she needed to complete with honors.

"We’re not done," she announced with the determination of someone who had just discovered her new favorite extreme sport. "I need to make sure that wasn’t a fluke."

She thought my dick performance needed quality assurance testing.

And holy fuck, she was absolutely relentless about it.

Rounds two and three happened with her riding me like she was training for some kind of sexual rodeo championship, each time lasting longer because now she knew the territory, but also more intense because she had figured out exactly how to move to make both of us lose our minds completely.

By round four, she demanded I take her from behind, getting on all fours with the kind of enthusiasm that would have made porn directors weep with joy.

"I want to feel how deep you can go like this," she panted, looking back at me with eyes that had gone completely wild. "Come on, Peter. Show me what you can do."

She was basically asking me to destroy her from a different angle, and who was I to deny scientific curiosity?

The angle hit different—deeper, more intense—and she screamed things that would have made her trust fund parents disown her if they’d heard them through the walls.

"OH GOD, YES! RIGHT THERE! YOU’RE SO FUCKING DEEP!" she cried out, gripping her expensive sheets. "HARDER! I’M YOURS! COMPLETELY YOURS!"

Even from behind, she was still claiming ownership of me while begging me to own her.

Round five had us lying on our sides, me behind her, one hand squeezing her perfect breasts while my lips worked her neck like I was trying to mark my territory. She pressed back against me, taking everything I could give her while moaning my name like it was the only word she remembered.

"Peter," she gasped, reaching back to grip my hair. "You’re incredible. I can’t believe you were a virgin an hour ago."

An hour ago I had been Peter Carter, professional virgin. Now I was apparently a sex god according to the hottest girl in school.

Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, soft and warm and real in ways that made my brain short-circuit even while I was inside her. Every squeeze made her moan louder, every kiss on her neck made her arch against me more desperately.

"You’re mine now," she whispered, but it sounded more like a promise than a demand. "My man. Mine."

She kept saying I was hers, and honestly? I was starting to believe it.

By the time we finally collapsed after what felt like a sexual marathon that should’ve qualified for some kind of endurance record, we were both completely destroyed in the best possible way.

"Jesus Christ," Madison breathed, her voice barely audible as she melted against my chest. "You’re going to be the death of me."

She had just admitted that I might actually kill her with pleasure. That was either the best review ever or a serious medical concern.

We lay there in her ridiculously expensive bed, both of us too exhausted to form complete sentences, covered in sweat and completely spent. Her head rested on my chest, her perfect hair now a complete disaster, and she was breathing like someone who had just finished climbing Mount Everest in heels.

That was what total sexual satisfaction felt like, I thought, as her breathing started to slow against my chest.

Her arm was draped across my stomach, and I could feel the weight of her body settling into mine like we were two pieces of a puzzle that somehow fit together perfectly despite all logical expectations.

"Peter," she murmured, her voice getting softer and more distant.

"Yeah?"

"That was..." she started, but her voice trailed off like she’d forgotten how to complete thoughts.

I had literally fucked Madison Torres into intellectual shutdown. That was going on my résumé.

I probably should have said something meaningful, something that acknowledged what had just happened between us, but my brain had officially filed for early retirement. Instead, I ran my fingers through her hair, which was somehow still soft despite looking like she’d survived a beautiful tornado.

Madison made a small sound that was pure contentment mixed with complete exhaustion, and her body melted further into mine.

It felt like actual intimacy instead of just mutual destruction.

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