My Milf Harem Conquest System In A Women's World-Chapter 32: Dominator (18+)

Jason followed Daisy into her room, and the door closing softly behind them. The room was dimly illuminated by a bedside lamp, which cast warm shadows over the unmade bed and the scattered clothing on the floor.

Daisy immediately turned toward him, her eyes shining with an intense desire he had previously only glimpsed. She approached him closely, grasping his shirt as she pulled him toward the bed.

Although Jason felt a degree of confusion, he did not resist the moment; despite Daisy’s underlying yandere tendencies, he found himself equally drawn to the encounter.

Moreover, the shock he had experienced earlier at the beach was now entirely absent.

"I have waited too long for this," she whispered softly, licking her lips before pushing him onto the mattress with greater force than he had anticipated.

Jason was momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

Daisy mounted him, straddling his hips with her thighs pressing firmly on either side. She moved her pelvis against his groin, eliciting an immediate physiological response as he became aroused. Her breath came in short bursts as she leaned down. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I am going to take what I want now, forcefully. You owe me after the failure we experienced at the beach. I was so close, Jason, but Regina interfered."

Her hands moved deliberately, first fumbling with the button of his shorts before forcefully pulling down the zipper. She then drew the fabric aside, revealing his penis, which was now fully erect.

Daisy’s fingers encircled the base, stroking upward. She twisted her wrist at the tip, pressing her thumb against the slit to coax a drop of pre-ejaculate, which she then spread around the glans. Jason’s hips jerked involuntarily, a low groan escaping his lips, but she remained focused on her task.

Raising her own skirt with her free hand, she slid her panties aside, exposing her vulva, already glistening with arousal, the labia swollen and slightly parted in invitation.

Positioning herself above him, the tip of his penis pressed against her entrance, immediately coated by her lubrication.

Daisy lowered herself slowly at first, savoring the sensation of stretching, but Jason’s hands suddenly shot up, gripping her wrists firmly and halting her movement. The abrupt stop elicited a frustrated whine from her, her eyes narrowing as she glared down at him.

"What the hell, Jason? Let me—"

"Wait," he interrupted sharply with an authoritative tone, cutting through her protest.

With a sudden surge of strength, he twisted beneath her, reversing their positions in one fluid, powerful motion. Now Daisy lay flat on her back, legs spread wide, skirt gathered around her waist. Jason pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, his fingers gripping tightly. His other hand traced down her body, lifting her shirt to reveal her bra briefly before moving on.

Sighing with a scowl, he said, "I can’t let you dominate me... I just can’t."

He then slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers parting her moist folds and gliding along her vulva. She was thoroughly wet, her arousal coating his fingers as he explored deeper, circling her clitoris with his thumb while inserting two fingers inside her.

Daisy gasped sharply, arching her back off the bed as she attempted to grind against his hand.

"Jason, please... I want it rough. Make love to me like you really mean it. Don’t make me beg any more than I have to." Her voice was breathy and commanding, yet there was a hint of pleading beneath it all.

He smirked, sensing the shift in control. Letting go of her arms briefly, he grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it under her hips, lifting her pelvis to fully expose her.

Jason quickly pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, then kicked off his shorts and boxers. His erection was firm, veins visible along its length.

Without a word, he positioned himself and thrust deeply and forcefully, fully entering her. Daisy’s tight, warm walls gripped him, clenching as if trying to pull him in further.

She cried out loudly, raw and uninhibited, her hands reaching up to grab his shoulders. Jason immediately covered her mouth with his free hand, pressing firmly to muffle the sound.

"Quiet," he growled softly in her ear. "You might wake Mom or someone else, and this stops right now."

He slowly pulled back almost completely, letting her feel the friction of his length against her sensitive inner walls, then slammed back in with brutal force. The bed frame creaked with each impact, her body jolting upward with every thrust.

Daisy’s eyes widened, then half-closed as pleasure overtook her frustration. He maintained a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, his testicles slapping against her buttocks with each plunge. The sensation was intense; his girth stretched her to the limit, the head of his cock hitting her cervix on deeper strokes. Sweat formed on Jason’s skin, a light sheen across his chest, but his enhanced stamina kept him steady, showing no signs of fatigue as he continued.

He adjusted his hips slightly, aiming for that sensitive spot inside her that made her whole body tense. Daisy’s muffled screams vibrated against his palm, her tongue pressing against his fingers in desperation. Her pussy fluttered around him, juices flowing freely, soaking his shaft and dripping onto the pillow beneath her. The wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room.

Jason’s free hand explored her body, squeezing her breast over the bra, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple until she squirmed. He pinched it more firmly, rolling it between his fingers, adding a sharp sting to the pleasure that made her hips buck wildly.

Minutes passed during this missionary rhythm, her body adjusting as her first orgasm built. Jason noticed the signs: her thighs trembling around his waist and her pussy starting to spasm erratically. He didn’t slow down; instead, he thrust harder, pressing his hand more firmly over her mouth to muffle her growing cries.

When she finally climaxed, it was intense; her back arched off the bed, her pussy contracting in powerful waves around him, a gush of fluid soaking his groin and the sheets. Daisy writhed beneath him, but he held her down, continuing his relentless strokes until she collapsed.

Yet Jason remained hard inside her, throbbing with desire, unwilling to stop. He pulled out with a wet, lewd pop, her pussy gaping slightly afterward. Grabbing her hips, he roughly flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her up onto all fours. Daisy’s arms trembled as she supported herself, but she eagerly pushed her hips back toward him, the intense fire in her eyes undiminished despite the haze of her release. Her cheeks were flushed, marked with faint red from his earlier touch, and her pussy lips parted, inviting him back in.

He slapped her ass once, leaving a red handprint that made her yelp. Then, gripping her hips with bruising force, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, he positioned himself and entered her from behind. This doggy style allowed him to go even deeper, his cock bottoming out with every thrust. Daisy’s face was pressed into the mattress, but her moans were still loud, muffled slightly by the fabric.

Jason reached forward, wrapping his hand around her throat from behind. It was a controlling grip, tilting her head back slightly so he could see her profile.

"Muffle yourself if you have to scream," he commanded in a hoarse voice. She obeyed, biting down on the sheet, her cries turning into guttural, choked sobs as pleasure overwhelmed her.

He fucked her like a man possessed, hips pistoning forward with mechanical precision. The angle was perfect for grinding against her G-spot, each inward stroke rubbing it relentlessly. Daisy’s ass jiggled with the force of his impacts, the flesh rippling hypnotically, and Jason couldn’t resist watching it, one hand spreading her cheeks wider to get a better view of his cock sliding in and out, coated in her creamy arousal.

He teased her further, his thumb circling the puckered ring of her asshole, pressing lightly but not penetrating, the added sensation making her clench around him tighter.

Pulling her hair with his other hand, he arched her back more, changing the depth and making her gasp into the sheet.

Jason’s balls drew up slightly with the building pressure, but he pushed it down, focusing on her reactions. Daisy’s body rocked forward on her elbows with each thrust, her knees sliding on the damp sheets, and he could feel her second orgasm approaching by the way her inner walls began to pulse rhythmically.

He sped up, the slaps growing louder, more frantic, until she came again, her pussy clamping down like a fist around his shaft. She shook violently, a muffled wail escaping as another small squirt escaped her, wetting his thighs. Jason gritted his teeth, the milking sensation nearly undoing him, but his unnatural endurance held firm. He thrust through it, drawing out her pleasure until her arms gave out and she face-planted into the bed, ass still held high by his grip.

Not satisfied yet, he withdrew.

Manhandling her with ease, he rolled her onto her side, lifting her top leg over his shoulder to open her up completely. This sideways position made her feel exposed, vulnerable. Her pussy was now on full display, twitching from overstimulation.

Jason slid back in smoothly, the new angle allowing his pubic bone to grind directly against her clit with every forward motion. He started with deep, rolling thrusts, savoring the way her body molded to him.