My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 96: First Car Sex [1]

Taking up Twenty’s offer, Damain ended up spending the entirety of Friday resting. With Judge Vance in his pocket, he had completed his to do list before leaving for his vacation.

Apart from helping Clara pick out an outfit for Saturday’s date, he slept through a fair portion of the day and spent the greater part of it satisfying his nymphomaniac wives.

Regardless, this life was a thousand times better than the workload he had dealt with over the past month. Friday passed in a flash and Saturday was a breeze. Before Damain knew it, he was already parked outside Clara’s home, waiting for her in the car while going through his stats.

[Level up!] [Level 100 → 110] [Attribute points: +2.0] [+10 Talent Points] [+40 Demonic Force] [Possession Skill Unlocked]

[Name: Damian] [Race: Human/Demon] [Hybrid] [Rank: Lesser Demon] [Beast] [Sins: Lust/Abyss] [Talent Points: 35] [Talent Tree:] [Lust/Abyss] [Level: 110] [20%]

[Strength: 17.0] [Agility: 17.0] [Constitution: 17.5] [Charisma: 17.0] [Demonic Force: 1440/1440]

[Name: Possession] [Type: Active] [Description: Your soul can exit your body and take over the body of a mentally and spiritually weaker target. However, should the user’s original body be destroyed, they will become a wandering vengeful soul with no place in heaven or earth.]

"Actually, not bad..." Damian sat up at that, a flicker of excitement rising in his eyes.

The usefulness of this ability was limitless. For some reason, he was beginning to appreciate support skills even more than offensive ones.

At that moment, the car door opened and Clara slipped in. She had a face cap on, with her hair tied into a bun. She was dressed in pajamas covered in little cat face designs.

Damian did not hesitate to snatch the cap away with his quick hands. She quickly turned around, but abruptly halted when she saw the sweet smile on Damain’s face.

"You look so gorgeous, I might just eat you up right here..." he said.

"I’m in my nightwear." Her voice lacked his confidence.

Only then did she notice Damian was dressed in simple black nightwear with no design on it. It was plain, yet it looked stunning on him, causing Clara’s heart to flutter as she stared at Damian.

"Did you mean the thing you said about eating me..." Clara’s voice trailed off, and Damian’s eyes deepened.

The engine of Damian’s sleek black sedan hummed softly as he pulled into a secluded parking lot on the outskirts of the city, the moon casting silvery shadows through the tinted windows. Clara sat in the passenger seat, her silver hair catching the faint glow from the dashboard lights, framing her delicate face. She was petite, her small frame barely filling the seat, but her eyes burned with a hunger that belied her size. Damian glanced over at her, his hand resting on the gear shift, the tension between them thick enough to cut.

Without giving a reply, Damain leaned across the console, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Clara responded eagerly, her small hands reaching up to tangle in his dark hair, pulling him closer.

Their mouths moved hungrily, tongues sliding against each other as the kiss deepened. Damian’s free hand into her trouser, pushing her short skirt higher, fingers brushing the edge of her lace panties. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Clara gasped into his mouth, her body arching toward his touch. She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper,

"I want you now, Right here." Clara confessed.

Damian grinned, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down her legs. She lifted her hips to help, kicking the damp fabric aside onto the floor mat.

Damian unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted in his seat. He reached over, unbuttoning her shirt with quick fingers, exposing her perky breasts standing firmly without a bra.

Leaning in, he took one into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. Clara moaned, her head falling back against the headrest, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, that feels good," she panted, her legs spreading wider in the passenger seat.

Damian’s hand trailed down her stomach, dipping between her thighs. His fingers found her slick folds, parting them to circle her clit. She was already wet, her arousal coating his fingertips as he rubbed in firm circles. Clara bucked against his hand, her petite body trembling with building pleasure.

He slid one finger inside her, then two, pumping slowly at first, feeling her tight walls clench around him. "You’re so tight, Clara," he growled against her skin, nipping at her collarbone. She whimpered, riding his fingers as best she could in the awkward angle of the front seat. The car rocked slightly with their movements, the windows beginning to fog from their heated breaths.

But the space was too cramped for what they both craved. Damian pulled his fingers out, bringing them to her lips. She sucked them clean without hesitation, her tongue swirling around the digits, tasting herself.

"Let’s go to the back seat," he commanded, his voice husky.

Clara nodded, scrambling over the console first, ass in the air as she crawled into the spacious rear.

Damian followed, shedding his shirt in the process, his muscular chest heaving with anticipation. He kicked off his slippers and pants, his hard cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.

Clara knelt on the leather seat, facing him as he settled beside her. She wrapped her small hand around his shaft, stroking firmly from base to head.

"God, you’re big," she murmured, her silver hair falling over one shoulder as she leaned down.

Her mouth enveloped the head, tongue flicking at the slit before she took him deeper. Damian groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her rhythm. She bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks to suck harder, her lips stretching around his girth. Saliva dripped down his length, making her strokes slick as she alternated between sucking and licking the underside.

Damain could only watch her with satisfaction written over his face.