Chapter 23: Can’t Get Enough Of My Two Heiress’s

Sophia caught her breath, her chest heaving as she tried to quiet her ragged gasps. Her blue eyes were heavy and dark with lingering submission, completely stripped of the icy arrogance that usually guarded the Laurent empire heiress.

When Morales leaned down, brushing his thumb over her warm, flushed jawline and offering a low, questioning murmur for another round, she didn’t hesitate for a single second.

She nodded, a desperate, willing hum escaping her lips.

"Good girl," Morales growled, his voice deep and vibrating with absolute authority.

The quiet of the bedroom shattered instantly.

He carried her on him and quickly inserted his big cock inside her tight pussy. The sharp, heavy sounds of skin slapping against skin, echoing spanks, and deliberate smacks reverberated through the room, punctuated by Morales low, demanding grunts and Sophia’s breathless, high-pitched moans.

"So fucking tight," He set a brutal, relentless pace, asserting his dominance over every inch of her frame.

"Say it, Sophia," Morales commanded, his hand coming down with a firm, stinging smack across her hip that left a bright red mark against her fair skin. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You... ah! I’m yours, Morales!" Sophia cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as another heavy spank echoed through the room. "Only yours... please don’t stop!"

Hearing the chaotic melody of pleasure, sharp smacks, and total surrender, Chloe couldn’t stay still on the edge of the mattress.

Abandoning any lingering fatigue, she surged forward, crawling back into the center of the bed like a woman possessed.

Eager to assert her position beside Morales and take control over her former rival, Chloe moved in close, sliding her arms around Sophia’s trembling shoulders while her own needy gasps joined the air, and now he was on top of Sophia.

"Look at you, Sophia," Chloe whispered teasingly, her voice thick with desire as she took control, guiding Sophia’s head back into the pillow while pressing herself flush against Morales’ broad chest. "You used to talk so much trash about the Laurent clan running this academy... now look at how helpless you are under him."

"Shut up, Chloe..." Sophia moaning softly, her head rolling back as Chloe leaned down to capture her lips in a fierce, shared kiss, joining their voices together into a chorus of breathless pleas.

"Both of you, quiet," Morales ordered, his hands clamping down firmly on their hips, taking absolute charge of their movements as the friction and heat soared to a fever pitch.

After he was done making Sophia to oragsm for the arcing time before he lets his fluid fill her womb, and in no time it rose again and inserted it in Chloe’s cunt, and fucked her likebit was the end of the world.

"Faster baby."

He obliged, holding her neck firm as he fuvked her with raw intense dominance, with hot pleasure burning her body passionately,"Love the way your cunt squeezes me Chloe. Fuck!!"

The bedroom became a chaotic, beautiful blur of heavy breathing, loud spanks, and overwhelming sensory overload until both heiresses were entirely undone, trembling uncontrollably beneath his unyielding touch.

Hours later, the room settled into a heavy, exhausted calm. The two elite heiresses lay entangled across the sheets, their bodies covered in faint red marks that could not be hidden except covered in cloth, the undeniable proof of Morales’ fierce, unapologetic dominance.

As they caught their breath, their fingers traced lightly over his hardened abs and chiseled chest. In the quiet dimness of the room, a soft cascade of holographic system alerts flickered in view.

[System Alert: (+20,000,000 $AC)]

[System Alert: (+20,000,000 $AC)]

[System Alert: (+20,000,000 $AC)]

[System Alert: (+20,000,000 $AC)]

[System Alert: (+20,000,000 $AC)]

The notifications rolled in back-to-back, adding a massive windfall of credits directly to his balance as the girls stroked his skin with total reverence.

Tracing a finger softly over his chest, Chloe looked up, her emerald eyes filled with lingering curiosity. "I thought... I thought he said he trapped you," she murmured, her voice laced with wonder. "How did you find me so fast, and how did you manage to bring the school instructors? And... how did you even meet her?" she added, glancing briefly toward Sophia.

Morales let out a low chuckle, his arm securely around both of them as he began to recount the night.

"Well I saved Sophia so that’s how I met her." Then he continued. "Jayden thought he was clever," Morales explained smoothly, his voice vibrating against them. "He set the trap at the old sector facility, thinking he could corner us. But after I dismantled his little setup, I intercepted his communication logs. I knew exactly where you were being held."

Sophia opened her mouth to interject, remembering the strange, impossible ways Morales manipulated data and bypassed elite firewalls, but she quickly checked herself, biting her lower lip and keeping silent to honor her promise to keep his true system capabilities a secret.

"Once I tracked your location to that abandoned warehouse," Morales continued, shifting slightly, "I took care of the guards outside first. There was an old automated security alarm rigged to the facility grid. I tripped it, making sure it routed straight to the academy’s emergency response channel. In no time, the instructors swarmed the place."

Hearing the full scope of how close she had come to losing everything, a single tear slipped down Chloe’s cheek.

She buried her face into his shoulder, her voice cracking with deep, overwhelming emotion. "You’re the best... I’ll never, ever think of leaving you, baby."

Sophia shifted closer, pressing her forehead against his chest. "Me too," she whispered fiercely. "I’m yours. Completely."

They confessed their love to him without a trace of reservation, their high-born pride permanently buried under the weight of his absolute protection.

Morales looked down at them, a rare, genuine warmth softening his electric blue eyes before he pulled them in and sealed their vows with a deep, consuming kiss.

With a low, possessive growl, he rolled them back onto the mattress, driving into them hard once more, cementing his ownership as the true king of Aurelius Academy.

’Can’t get enough of my two heiress’s.’