Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 877: Lorena’s Ass Blooms Red for Me

I stripped quietly—shirt, pants, shoes—and climbed onto the mattress behind her.

I slid against her back, wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her flush to me. My cock—already half-hard from the memories of last night—nestled against the cleft of her ass. My free hand cupped one heavy breast, thumb brushing over the nipple.

She stirred, murmuring sleepily without opening her eyes.

”Don’t... I’m tired...”

I chuckled low against her ear, pinching the nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger—sharp enough to sting.

”Aaaaah!”

Lorena’s eyes flew open, groggy and unfocused at first, then widening as she registered me. A deep blush flooded her cheeks and chest almost instantly.

Lorena’s sleepy protest melted into a soft, needy whimper the moment my fingers found her nipple again—pinching harder this time, rolling the stiff peak between thumb and forefinger until it throbbed under my touch.

”Aaaaahhh... Jack... nooo... too sensitive...” she whined, voice still thick with sleep but already cracking with that delicious, coquettish lilt she couldn’t hide when she was turned on. Her back arched instinctively, pushing her breast deeper into my palm even as her lips formed a pouty little ”o” of mock complaint.

I chuckled low against the shell of her ear, letting my hot breath ghost over her skin. ”Too sensitive? Baby, last night you were begging me to pinch them harder while I fucked your ass raw. Remember? ’Pinch my nipples, Jack—make it hurt—make me scream—’”

Her cheeks flamed scarlet. She tried to twist away, but I hooked one arm under her waist and yanked her back flush against me, my hardening cock nestling deeper between her ass cheeks, the head already leaking pre-cum against her warm cleft.

”Shhh... don’t lie to me,” I teased, nipping her earlobe sharply enough to make her gasp. ”You were such a filthy little slut for it. Screaming so loud the neighbors probably called the front desk.”

Lorena buried her face in the pillow again, voice muffled but unmistakably coquettish—half embarrassed, half desperate.

”I didn’t... I mean... maybe I said something like that... but only because you made me... aaaaahhh!”

I cut her off with another hard pinch—twisting this time—drawing a high, broken moan from her throat.

”Only because I made you?” I echoed, voice dark and amused. ”Sweetheart, you were riding my cock reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing, begging me to slap your tits while you came all over me. Don’t play innocent now.”

Before she could protest again, I brought my hand down—hard—SMACK—right across the fullest part of her ass cheek.

The crack echoed in the quiet hotel room like a whip.

Lorena’s whole body jolted forward, a sharp, slutty cry spilling from her lips.

”Aaaaaaaaahhhh! Jack—fuck—that stings... oh my godddd...”

Her ass bloomed bright pink instantly, the handprint vivid against her smooth skin. She squirmed, thighs rubbing together, trying to ease the burn—but the way her hips rolled back told me everything: she wanted more.

I didn’t make her wait.

Another slap—harder—on the other cheek—SMACK—then two quick ones in succession—SMACK SMACK—each one landing with deliberate force, making her plump flesh jiggle and ripple.

”Aaaaahhh! Aaaah! Too hard—too hard—Jack you’re gonna bruise me—aaaaahhh fuuuckkk...”

Her voice cracked higher with every impact, turning breathy and coquettish again, that pouty little whine she always used when she was pretending to complain but secretly loving it.

”Bruise you?” I growled, rubbing my palm over the hot, stinging skin in slow circles, soothing and teasing at the same time. ”Baby, you begged for bruises last night. ’Mark me, Jack—leave handprints on my ass so everyone knows I’m yours—’”

Lorena whimpered, face buried deeper in the pillow, but her hips lifted higher—offering herself shamelessly.

”I... I might’ve said that... maybe...” she mumbled, voice small and dripping with fake innocence. ”But only because you were fucking me so good... stretching my ass... filling me... making me lose my mind...”

I slid my hand between her thighs—finding her already soaked, pussy lips swollen and slippery from last night’s marathon and this morning’s fresh arousal.

”Lost your mind, huh?” I teased, circling her clit with two fingers—slow, torturously light—while my other hand came down again—SMACK—right across both cheeks this time, the impact making her jolt forward and grind her clit harder against my fingers.

”Aaaaaahhhh! Yes—yes—lost my mind—your cock in my ass—your hand spanking me—oh god I came so hard I squirted everywhere—aaaaahhh don’t stop—spank me again—please...”

Her coquettish tone was gone now—replaced by raw, desperate begging.

I obliged.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Three hard, measured slaps—each one landing lower, catching the sensitive undercurve where thigh met ass—turning her skin a deep, angry pink that would bruise beautifully by afternoon.

Lorena’s moans turned into continuous, slutty wails—high-pitched, broken, shameless.

”Aaaaahhh fuck—yes—harder—spank your dirty little lawyer slut—mark my ass—make it red—make it hurt so good—aaaaahhh I’m dripping—look how wet I am—please—fuck me—fuck me now—aaaaahhh!”

I flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other guided my cock—thick, throbbing, still slick from Julie’s womb—to her entrance.

She looked up at me with glassy, pleading eyes—lips parted, cheeks flushed, tits heaving.

”Beg properly,” I ordered, rubbing the head through her folds, teasing her clit with every pass.

Lorena bit her lip, then gave in completely—voice hoarse, coquettish, filthy.

”Please... husband... fuck your sleepy little slut awake... stretch my sore pussy with your big cock... pound me until I scream again... fill me up—breed me—make me leak your cum all day so everyone knows I’m yours... please—aaaaahhh—don’t tease—give it to me—hard—”

I slammed in—deep, brutal—one thrust burying me to the hilt.

Lorena’s back arched off the mattress, a raw scream tearing from her throat.

”Aaaaaahhhhhh fuuuuckkkk! Yes—yes—your cock—so thick—so deep—hitting my cervix—aaaaahhh fuck me—wreck me—don’t stop—aaaaahhhh!”

I didn’t.

I fucked her hard—relentlessly—each thrust driving her higher up the bed, tits bouncing wildly, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper.

Every few strokes, I pulled out almost completely—then brought my hand down—SMACK—across her ass again while slamming back in, making her scream louder, pussy clenching like a vice.

”Aaaaahhh—spank me while you fuck me—yes—yes—your handprint on my ass—your cock in my cunt—aaaaahhh I’m gonna come—gonna squirt again—aaaaahhhh!”

The room filled with wet slaps—skin on skin, cock in pussy, her desperate moans, my growls.

Outside, the city was waking up.

Officer Jayden and her mother might knock soon.

But right now?

Lorena was mine—screaming, squirting, begging—and I wasn’t stopping until she was a trembling, cum-filled mess who could barely remember her own name.