My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 101: Clara Joins The Family [+18]

By the end of the night, Damian led Clara into one of the many guest rooms.

"This is your room whenever you visit," Damian said, watching as Clara stepped inside.

She took in the space slowly. The high ceilings, the wide windows, the quiet elegance that came with a home built on excess yet maintained with care. There was a certain freshness in the air, the kind that only came from space and silence untouched by the outside world.

Clara turned back toward him, but Damian had already moved. He slipped past her like a blur, forcing her to turn again, only to find him already seated on the reading couch near the window, his legs casually crossed over the glass table.

"Did you have fun today?" Damian asked.

She nodded immediately, a bright smile spreading across her face.

Clara hurried over and dropped onto the sofa opposite him, her excitement impossible to hide.

"Of course. When I first saw your wives, I was kind of scared, but they are really amazing people..."

Damian listened as she spoke, her words spilling out one after another as she shared her thoughts about each of his wives. It did not surprise him that her favorite was Hazel, whose warmth could disarm anyone within minutes.

What caught him off guard was the way she spoke about Ruby.

Clara described her as the spice of the family.

Damian thought about it for a moment before nodding in quiet agreement. Without Ruby, everything would be calmer, quieter, and far less alive. There was also a strange sense of security he felt whenever she was near, something unspoken yet constant.

As his thoughts deepened, he realized each of his wives filled a different space within him. Hazel gave him comfort, a soft place to rest and be cared for. Ruby gave him strength, a presence that made the world feel less threatening. Racheal, on the other hand, drew him into something deeper. With her, nights were filled with conversation rather than silence, connection rather than simple desire.

And he loved it that way.

He loved all of them for exactly who they were.

"You have an amazing family... and you are much wealthier than I expected," Clara said, her tone shifting slightly, carrying a hint of accusation.

Damian met her gaze calmly.

"Mhmm... you could say that."

He neither denied it nor tried to explain.

Clara studied him, her expression growing more complicated by the second. If he had this kind of wealth, then nothing about his past made sense. He had endured humiliation, pressure, and struggle at the firm when he could have simply walked away.

So why didn’t he?

The questions piled up in her mind, each one heavier than the last, yet she kept them locked behind her lips. She was afraid that asking the wrong thing might push him away.

And that fear... it lingered.

She was painfully aware of how fragile her place in his life was. Asking for anything more would feel wrong, almost foolish, especially when he was already married.

Before her thoughts could spiral any further, Damian spoke.

"We’ll be going shopping tomorrow for travel gear and clothes. You should come with us. After that, we’ll head to your place, pack your things, and you’ll move in here for the duration of the holiday."

His voice cut cleanly through her thoughts, grounding her.

Clara’s eyes lit up instantly. The invitation alone was enough, but the fact that he included her so naturally in his plans made her chest tighten with emotion. For a brief moment, her vision blurred as she searched for the right words to respond.

None came.

So instead, she stood.

Slowly, she walked around the table as Damian uncrossed his legs. She stopped in front of him, her gaze lowering despite herself, her focus drifting away from his eyes.

"Can I?" she asked softly.

Damian looked up at her, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

"Go ahead," he said, his voice calm, assured. "Have a taste."

Clara dropped to her knees without hesitation, her hands trembling with anticipation as she gripped the waistband of his pants. She yanked them down roughly, freeing his thickening cock from the confines of his boxers. It sprang out, already half-hard and pulsing in the dim light of the room.

Without a word, she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking firmly while leaning in to drag her tongue along the underside from balls to tip. Damian groaned, his head falling back against the chair as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

She sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks to create tight suction around his shaft. Her head bobbed rhythmically, saliva coating his length as she worked him deeper with each pass. One hand pumped what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting slightly at the head, while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently to heighten the sensation. Damian’s hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers threading into her hair to guide her pace.

"Fuck, Clara," he muttered, voice strained.

She hummed around him, the vibration sending jolts through his body, and doubled her efforts, slurping noisily as she deep-throated him until her nose brushed his pubic bone.

’She’s getting better at this fast!’ Damian inwardly confessed.

It didn’t take long. His cock swelled in her mouth, veins throbbing against her tongue. With a guttural curse, Damian thrust forward, and hot spurts of cum flooded her throat.

Clara swallowed eagerly, milking every drop with her lips sealed tight around him, not spilling a bit as she licked him clean. She pulled back slowly, a satisfied smirk on her face, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Still seated in the chair, Damian’s chest heaved, but Clara wasn’t done. She rose fluidly, straddling his lap in one smooth motion. Her hands fisted the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it up over her hips to reveal her bare pussy, glistening with arousal and no panties in sight.

Clara positioned herself above his still-sensitive cock, which twitched back to life at the sight, and sank down onto him inch by inch. A shared moan escaped them as she bottomed out, her walls clenching around his full length.

Clara began to ride him with purpose, grinding her hips in slow circles before lifting and slamming back down. The chair creaked under their weight, her bare ass slapping against his thighs with each descent.

Damian’s hands gripped her waist, thumbs digging into her skin as he watched her breasts bounce freely beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. She rode him harder, chasing her own pleasure, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every thrust.

Several minutes later his breathing grew ragged again, Damian’s grip tightened.

"Clara, get off... I’m close," he warned, trying to lift her off. But she locked her arms around his neck, pressing her body flush against his and holding him deep inside her.

"No," she whispered fiercely against his ear, nipping at the lobe.

"I can take Plan B later. Right now, I want your cum in me. Fill me up, with your babies."

Her words ignited something primal in him, and instead of pulling away, his hands slid to her ass, spreading her cheeks as he thrust up to meet her movements.

The rhythm turned frantic, his cock pistoning into her soaked pussy with brutal force. Clara’s nails raked down his back, her body tensing as her orgasm built. When Damian came, he didn’t stop. He kept fucking her hard through the waves, his thick ropes of semen pumping deep into her core.

She spasmed around him, her pussy contracting wildly, milking him dry as excess cum leaked out, dribbling down his shaft and soaking his balls while she remained seated fully on him.

Finally spent, Clara’s strength gave out. She slid off him with a wet pop, her legs buckling as she gently collapsed to the floor beside the chair. She lay there, breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut in blissful exhaustion and a trail of their mixed fluids trickling from between her thighs.