The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Sweet Torment

Naturally, those begging pleas mixed with moans did not make Dominic Vance show any mercy. The man’s hand movements became increasingly fervent, and he even sucked harder, his warm mouth completely enveloping Lucien’s small member.

The man’s tongue curled around the head, then slid down along its shaft, the wet sensation causing Lucien’s throat to vibrate with soft, muffled sounds. He could almost feel every vein on Dominic’s palate rubbing against his most sensitive skin, a feeling that was both numbing and electrifying, nearly bringing him to tears.

"Do not... do not suck anymore... I am about to... um..."

Dominic Vance actually listened. He released the small member with a soft pop, the saliva-drenched tip gleaming under the yellow light. He looked up at Lucien, his deep black eyes now tinted with a thick layer of lust, a thin silver thread of saliva still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

"About to what?" His voice was incredibly hoarse, carrying a rare, teasing amusement: "About to come? Then just come, I permit it."

Having said that, without giving Lucien time to react, he bent down again. This time, he did not just suck but also used his teeth to lightly scrape against the fragile skin at the peak, just enough to cause a delightfully sharp pain that made Lucien shiver. The man used one hand to firmly hold Lucien’s hips, preventing Lucien from escaping, while his other hand slipped underneath, kneading the two taut, swollen spheres that had long since tightened.

Lucien tightly gripped Dominic’s shoulders through the dress shirt, his trembling fingers entirely wrinkling the fabric. Sweat beaded on his forehead and temples, blending with the physiological tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He felt as if he was about to melt away, about to be completely submerged by these crashing waves of pleasure.

Right at that moment, Dominic Vance abruptly stopped. He let go of Lucien and stood up straight, leaving Lucien stranded in the middle of a suspended high, panting heavily like a fish out of water.

"Do not rush." He said as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of metal clinking echoing in the quiet space: "The night is still long."

Dominic’s manhood sprang out from his underwear, heavily striking against Lucien’s lower abdomen. It was so engorged that a drop of clear fluid had already seeped from the tip, with bulging blue veins thickly protruding along its shaft. Lucien watched it with a pounding heart, feeling both terrified and full of anticipation.

But Dominic Vance did not enter. Instead, he gently grasped Lucien’s uninjured arm, pressed a truly tender kiss to the back of his hand, and placed it upon his own shoulder.

"Hold on."

Afterward, he leaned down, slid both hands under Lucien’s knees, and lifted Lucien’s legs up, pressing them closely against his chest. Lucien reflexively clamped his legs tightly around his waist, a position that left his entire lower body completely exposed, his damp cleft pressing right up against Dominic’s solid abdominal muscles.

He used one hand to firmly hold Lucien’s ankles, while his other hand gripped his own member, slowly settling it into the crevice between the soft, tender thighs that were already soaked with sweat and slick secretions. That scalding hot, slippery sensation made both of them let out a simultaneous groan.

"Squeeze tight."

Lucien obediently complied, using all his remaining strength to clamp his thighs tightly together. Dominic Vance began to thrust his hips. The initial movements were slow, almost probing and teasing, but after just a few beats, they became frantic and forceful. His shaft glided along the crevice of the thighs, rubbing against the most sensitive skin, right where the base of Lucien’s own erection was aching from being so hard. Every time he thrust forward, his firm lower abdomen slapped against Lucien’s buttocks, creating loud smacking sounds that echoed throughout the living room.

"Uh... um... ah...!"

Lucien’s moans could hardly be suppressed any longer. He felt his manhood caught between their two bodies, simultaneously stroked at a dizzying speed by Dominic’s hand and rubbed from below by Dominic’s own shaft. A sensation of dual friction, stimulated from every direction, completely blanked out his mind.

Dominic Vance bent down, burying his face into the hollow of Lucien’s neck, panting heavily while licking and sucking on the salty, sweat-slicked skin. His scorching breath fanned against Lucien’s ear, his hoarse voice carrying an almost maddening possessiveness:

"Every time you moan like that... I really just want to ruin you."

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly accelerated. His hip movements became even more frenzied, the massive erection rubbing against the tender thighs so intensely that the skin there turned a flushed red. The hand stroking Lucien’s member also tightened its grip, the thumb forcefully pressing into the ridge around the head, giving it a light squeeze before releasing, pushing Lucien to the brink of insanity.

"Dominic... I... I cannot take it anymore..."

"Are you about to come?"

"Yes... um... about... about to come..."

"Then come." Dominic Vance gave a low growl: "Come for me to see."

Ending his words, he fully encased Lucien’s member while thrusting his hips more violently than ever before. The scalding sensation, combined with the final powerful thrust, pushed Lucien completely over the edge.

He let out a loud cry, his entire body going rigid, his toes curling and straightening to the point of almost cramping. Wave after wave of hot, milky white semen forcefully sprayed out, splattering onto Dominic Vance’s face.

Almost at the same time, Dominic Vance let out a deep, muffled groan, his hips driving in a few final, powerful thrusts before his own scalding stream of semen shot out, coating both sides of Lucien’s tender thighs and the surface of the sofa underneath in white. His breathing was ragged and heavy, his chest heaving violently.

The two of them maintained that exact posture for a long while, with only the sounds of heavy panting and frantic heartbeats blending together. Lucien opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, feeling as though every ounce of strength had been drained from his body, yet simultaneously experiencing a sense of absolute, profound satisfaction.

A long while later, Dominic Vance finally stood up slowly, carefully avoiding Lucien’s injured arm, and scooped him up as if carrying a child.

"Let us go take a shower and then eat. The food you cooked has gone completely cold."

"It is all your fault." Lucien buried his face into the hollow of Dominic’s neck, his voice tiny, laced with an adorable hint of reproach: "I was in the middle of cooking when you came back..."

"Yes, it is my fault."

In the bathroom, he personally washed Lucien, being extremely careful not to let any water touch the wound, then dried him off and dressed him in a bathrobe. Throughout the entire process, Lucien merely stayed silent and obedient, occasionally stealing a glance at Dominic.

By the time the two sat down at the dining table, the food had long since turned freezing cold. However, Dominic Vance still picked up a piece of salmon, placed it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

The man suddenly spoke up, "Do not let yourself get bullied again next time. I do not like seeing you hurt. As for Hannah... let me handle it."

"What do you plan to do to her?" Lucien asked, his voice soft as if afraid of displeasing Dominic.

"You do not need to care about that, I will deal with it myself."

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