Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 676: Emily’s Doubt

Freya’s fingers traced the delicate lace of her lingerie, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pressed herself closer against me. ”This is what we bought,” she purred, her voice thick with lust, her breath hot against my ear.

”Nancy and Suzy have also bought ones for themselves,” she whispered, her tongue flicking over her lips as she imagined their reactions.

”They were so eager to show it to you,” she moaned, her fingers clawing at my chest, ”But I sent them away,” her smirk deepening, ”Making an excuse—...” Her hand slid down, gripping my cock through my pants, stroking it slowly. ”I wanted you all to myself—...” she growled, her voice dropping to a sinful whisper.

Her eyes flicked toward the bathroom door, the sound of the shower still running, steam seeping beneath the crack. ”Is Emily in there?” she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial, her finger pointing toward the closed door.

I nodded, my cock throbbing in her hand, my mind racing with filthy possibilities.

Freya’s smile turned evil, her lips curving into a wicked grin. ”Then we have to be quick—...” she whispered, her fingers tightening around my cock, ”Before Emily comes out—...” Her free hand slid up, cupping my face, pulling me down for a brutal kiss.

”I don’t want her ruining our fun—...” she purred against my lips, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

She pulled back just enough to gaze up at me, her eyes gleaming with blame and lust. ”You don’t know—...” she whispered, her voice thick with accusation, her fingers stroking my cock faster.

”When I saw your cock this morning—...” she moaned, her breath hitching, ”My pussy started itching—...” Her hand slid between her thighs, her fingers dipping into her dripping pussy, rubbing her clit in desperate circles.

”I couldn’t hold myself—...” she gasped, her voice raw with need, ”I had to come find you—...” Her lips captured mine again, her tongue demanding, possessive.

”Blame you—...” she growled, her fingers pinching my nipple through my shirt, ”For making me this wet—...” Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her juices drenching her hand.

Her free hand yanked at my pants, freeing my cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick cock.”Mmm—...” she moaned, her voice thick with lust, her eyes locking onto mine.

”Now fuck me quick...” she pleaded, her lips brushing my ear, ”Before she comes out...” Her fingers guided my cock to her dripping entrance, her pussy clenching with anticipation.

Freya’s fingers tightened around my cock, her voice thick with desperation. ”Fill me up...” she whimpered, her body trembling with need, her pussy clenching with anticipation. ”And make it fast...” Her tongue traced my neck, her teeth nipping at my skin, sending shivers down my spine. ”Because I don’t want her hearing me scream...” Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot and ragged, ”Not yet...”

I wanted Emily to see that I’d won the bet—wanted her to watch her sister beg for my cock. But looking at Freya—so fucking horny, so desperate—an idea struck me. A filthy, twisted one.

”Sister... Freya...” I growled, my voice low and rough, my hands gripping her hips. ”But I have a request...”

Freya paused, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pulled back slightly, her fingers still stroking my cock over my pants. ”You naughty boy~...” she purred, her voice thick with amusement, ”Taking advantage of Sister Freya~...” Her lips curved into a smirk, her tongue flicking over her lips.

”Knowing she’s hungry for your cock...” Her hand squeezed me harder, drawing a groan from my lips. ”Ok~...” she whispered, her voice dropping to a sinful murmur, ”Tell me what it is~...” Her eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with challenge. ”If it’s not too much~...” she purred, ”I can fulfill it~...”

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice dropping to a whisper. ”Sister Freya~...” I growled, my fingers trailing down her spine, ”I want to blindfold you~...” My hand cupped her pussy, feeling the heat of her arousal soak my palms.

”So that you can tell me how you feel—...” I purred, my thumb circling her clit, ”Exactly—...” My cock throbbed against her hand, aching to bury itself deep inside her.

Freya blushed, her cheeks flaming as she bit her lip, her eyes flickering with surprise and excitement. ”You are watching too much porn—...” she teased, her voice thick with amusement, but her pussy clenched around my fingers, betraying her arousal. ”Ok~...” she whispered, her voice dropping to a whisper, ”But don’t let yourself be caught by Emily—...” Her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking it slowly, possessively. ”I’ll be ready in my room—...” she purred, her lips brushing mine in a soft, teasing kiss. ”Come quickly—...” Her tongue traced my lips, her voice thick with lust. ”After telling Emily that you’re going out to get something~...” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. ”Or make any excuse—...” Her fingers gripped my cock one last time, squeezing it hard before releasing me.

”Ok~...” she purred, her voice dropping to a whisper, ”I’ll be waiting for you~...” Her lips captured mine in a brutal, possessive kiss, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

”Don’t let me wait—...” she moaned against my lips, her fingers clawing at my chest, ”A bit longer~...” Her hand slid down, grabbing my cock over my pants one last time, squeezing it hard before pulling away.

With that, she turned, her hips swaying as she sauntered toward the door, her ass jiggling with every step, her lingerie clinging to her curves like a second skin.

Freya’s final words lingered in the air, her voice still echoing in my mind—”Naked... Blindfolded... And so fucking wet... For you...”—as she sauntered away, her ass swinging with every step, her lingerie clinging to her curves like a second skin. My cock throbbed violently, aching with need, my mind already racing with filthy images of what was waiting for me in her room.

But first—

I turned toward the bathroom, the sound of water trickling from the faucet reaching my ears. The door was slightly ajar, steam seeping out, curling around the edges. I pushed it open slowly, silently—and fuck.

There she was—Emily.

Completely naked.

Wet.

Her back was turned to me, her body glistening under the dim light, soap sudsing over her skin. She hadn’t heard me come in—too lost in cleaning herself, her fingers trailing over her curves, applying soap in slow, sensual circles. Her face was covered in a lather of soap, her eyes closed, her lips parted as she tilted her head back, letting the warm water rinse over her.

Fuck.

She reached for the shower knob, her tits bouncing slightly with the movement, her nipples hard and aching, begging for attention. The soap dripped down her body, trailing between her ass cheeks, disappearing into the shadows between her thighs.

My cock twitched, throbbing as I imagined sliding my cock inside her right then—fucking her against the wall, making her scream my name as the water pounded down on us.