The Conqueror's Rise
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 31
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 31 - Although young, Damon Porter is driven. Focused and gifted with an incisive understanding of human frailties, he has a simple goal. Have his teacher re-enact a sexy scene from her younger years. But she has secrets. And as life’s grander schemes for him unfold, others also become ensnared.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Consensual Reluctant Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Rough Harem Anal Sex Oral Sex
After each of Mrs. Goodman’s hushed words had ratcheted my heartbeat ever higher, her confession ended. With tear-filled eyes locked on my face, she took the glass back from me and lifted it in both shaky hands to her trembling lips. My pulse was roaring so fast, it muffled the splashing of pool water and laughter as her husband played with the boys.
“So, he doesn’t know they’re not his?”
“No,” she replied in a low, wavering voice. “And I haven’t been with anyone since. But, well, when you...”
“And that was why you hated me?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to be reminded.” She gulped and glanced back at Dave and her sons before returning to me and wiping a tear from her eyelashes. “I thought I’d gotten past that, but—”
“—you haven’t.”
As she shook her head, I eased the glass from her trembling fingers and placed it on the table. When I looked towards the pool, her eyes widened. At her husband’s glance, I flashed him a smile. But air hissed from his wife’s shaking lips.
“May I use your bathroom, Mrs. Goodman,” I said loud enough for him to hear. Before she could react, I leaned to her and whispered, “I want to fuck you so very hard right now.”
“No, not here. You can’t—”
At the tightening of my brows, she gave me a quick nod. After a swift peek at the pool, she cleared her throat.
“Uh, sure. I’ll show you where it is,” she said aloud as her leg trembled against mine.
Even as her husband nodded, she stood and headed for the house. Behind her, I flashed him a narrow grin before moving inside. Already, gears were whirling deep within me. By far the largest, noisiest bones were rolling. Once again, risk be damned. The reward—no, all the rewards—would be well worth it.
No sooner had she closed the sliding door and started to head deeper than my hands gripped her hips. As I tugged down the thin skirt and bottoms in one swift jerk, she yelped.
“Oh! Damon.” Through swirling blonde tresses, her eyes flashed over her shoulder. At a flicker of fear in them, my cock surged. “Not here—”
“Well, you’d better find that bathroom then, Kitten.”
After jumping free of her clothes, she was off like a rocket towards a narrow hallway. Once I’d snatched up the crumpled material, I followed, noting her shapely frame disappear into a doorway. By the time I caught up, she was standing in the middle of a small, white-tiled bathroom. In rapid succession, her eyes flicked from me to the sink to the door behind me.
“This isn’t a good...” she started, but a whimper left her when I locked the door. The aroma of her dripping sex filled the tiny room.
“Yes.” I chuckled, then held in a gulp when she swirled the hair from her shaking back. “Yes, it is a very good idea, my beautiful Kitten.”
With a muffled swoosh, her bottoms hit the floor beside the wall, and I walked closer. As her fingers tapped at her bare thighs, my hand went to the red bow at the rear of her neck. When the two straining triangles fell, letting those perfect, firm breasts jiggle free, she gulped. But not a word escaped her as I undid the string at the center of her back and tossed the top to her crumpled bottoms. Nor did she do more than whimper as I turned her to face the mirror over a shiny sink in a narrow counter.
“You dreamed of me last night, didn’t you?” I slipped the shirt over my head.
Rather than speak, she stared into the mirror, inspecting my chest. As she shook harder, the squeaking of her spreading fingers on the edges of the small sink-countertop seemed so loud. After my foot gave the inside of her ankle a soft tap, she slid her legs wider. As soon as my shorts dropped, her breathing raced.
“Yes,” she whispered at last while tracking my bobbing bulbous knob. “You bas—”
Her voice ended in a groan when I shoved my pelvis forward to bore into her slippery tightness. Once again, she was so wet I could thrust deep into her clenching, parting flesh in one swift motion. With my hands on her twisting hips, I plunged ever deeper. Despite her insides pulsating, accepting more of me, she said nothing more. Instead, the reflection of her eyes bored into me in the glass.
Fear was gone. Only that ravenous hunger remained. Such fathomless need. And, oh, there it was. Although she’d explained, that flickering hatred appeared for the briefest of seconds. Right as her panting slowed, and she was about to speak again, I chuckled.
“Yeah, I know. Hate.” At my pelvis mashing into her warm, firm ass, I smiled. “But I also dreamed of you.” All she did was chew on her lower lip as I pressed her tighter to me. “And I still want you just like this, my sexy Kitten.”
When she shoved back into me, I caught the confusion in her eyes. Fear, but not of me. No, it was panic at what she’d become. What she would be to me. Plus, what she would do—for me. So similar to Ruby. As well as Mrs. Warren.
And at the winding moan when she accepted her fate, I thrust, driving her forward. When I eased from her with a lengthy slurp, she kept her gaze locked on mine in the mirror. But for a split second, she glanced at the bathroom door. Would she flee? No, her wide eyes returned to me. Of course, she’d never run from me. Instead, as my fat head halted just within her tight gate, her fingers screeched on the counter edge, scrabbling for traction.
Those glimmering emerald pools widened.
Her breathing raced.
Shiny nails clattered.
And damned if that tight pussy didn’t clamp my cockhead so tight, my teeth clicked together. Air hissed from me. With time and the universe beyond her slowing, I dragged my knob back and forth just inside her. Was I teasing her? Yes. Was I tempting her? You’re goddamned right, I was. But with each gentle move, her glossy lips parted a little further and the tiniest whimpers slipped from her. But still I restrained myself.
“Ple—” is all she got out.
Because, with a grunt, I slammed back into her. That was what I’d needed to hear. The one word ignited my jackhammering. As she clasped the sink ever tighter, I pounded her rocking frame. Oh, and yeah, she was clenching with every rapid withdrawal, trying to hold me inside.
“Mmm, yes. That’s it.” I smiled at her red-faced reflection as she swayed under my assault. “Keep doing that, my gorgeous Kitten.” When her eyes flashed from beneath her swaying hair, the dragon leaped. “Go ahead, say it, Mrs. Goodman. Tell me what you want. What you’ve always wanted.”
The entire room wobbled, then disappeared but for her opening lips.
“Fuck me, Damon.” Even as tears flew from her eyelashes under my battering, she began thrusting back into me. “God forgive me, fuck me hard.”
Victory. In the hotel, it had been fleeting. But the last glimpse of her eyes before they sank from view beneath her waving hair sent a spear into my soul. At that point, we were bound. Beyond my wildest dreams, that plan had succeeded.
And her sudden scream and the massive palpitations along my stroking flesh sealed the deal. Suddenly, her arms gave way, and she collapsed. With a growl, I rammed further into her. As her head rolled over the sink, her shaking arms wrapped around the counter’s shiny sides.
Conquest.
With a snarl, I yanked her twisting hips into me. Every muscle in my body spasmed. Right as her pulsating walls clamped, my cock swelled. With her moans and my rumbling groan merging, I flooded her once more.
“Mine,” I hissed through clenched teeth as jet after jet of relief spurted deep.
Although she said nothing, each pulse was met with a loud moan and the ever more feverish tightening of her slippery, warm insides. Between cries, she gasped for air as her outstretched fingers clawed along the sides of the sink’s counter. Only after my cock had finished did she swallow and lift her head. Despite her facing me, I couldn’t spot her through the matted, battered tresses.
“Yours.”
At her tiny whisper, I jolted. It was one thing to scheme, another to have succeeded. My gaze wandered to the locked exit. As she trembled, I slid my hands over her sweat-slick ribs.
“And what did he say?” I said while gathering her hair and twisting it to lie along her spine.
“Huh?” With her face bright red and bubbly drool shiny at the corners of her lips, she gulped.
“Your husband.” I nodded towards the closed door. “After you told him about ... Well, not, um, us.”
“Oh.” While she followed my glance and swallowed once more, her pussy clenched tighter. “He, um, he’s been quiet. Didn’t say anything.”
“Um-hmm,” I murmured as my fingers played in her silken gold strands.
With my heartbeat thundering, my mind whirled at high speed. Yep, time to roll those enormous bones again. On to far greater things. If fate spun my way ... With a grunt, I straightened and looked at the door.
“What...? What are you going—”
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