Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 607: Wedding Night 2

"Good," I growled, my hips pistoning forward, fucking her with both cocks in deep, relentless strokes. The squish of her pussy and the lewd stretch of her ass filled the room, the slap of my skin against hers echoing like a fucking war drum.

Her walls fluttered, her ass clenching, her juices gushing around my cocks as I pounded into her. "You’re taking it," I snarled, my grip on her hips bruising. "Every. Fucking. Inch."

"I—I CAN’T—!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as another orgasm wrecked her. "IT’S TOO MUCH—! I’M GONNA—! AAAAH—!"

I leaned down, my mouth right by her ear, my breath hot. "You’re gonna take it," I growled. "And you’re gonna love it."

Then I fucked her harder.

Her screams turned feral, her body jerking with every brutal thrust. The double fullness was too much, her mind short-circuiting as her pussy and ass milked my cocks. "JACK—! PLEASE—! I’M GONNA—!"

"Cum," I ordered, my voice a dark command. "Cum on, my cocks like the filthy slut you are."

And she did.

Her back arched, her entire body locking up as her orgasm exploded through her. "AAAAAAAAAAH—! FUCK—! FUCK—!" Her pussy pulsed, her ass clenching, her juices flooding around me as she came so hard she saw stars.

I wasn’t done.

With a roar, I flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over my shoulders. "Look at me," I demanded, my two cocks glistening with her cum. "Watch me fuck you."

Her eyes rolled back as I slammed home again, both cocks burying themselves inside her. "JACK—! IT’S—! TOO DEEP—!"

"Not deep enough," I growled, my hips snapping forward, fucking her with both cocks in long, punishing strokes. The sound of her body taking me was obscene—wet, messy, perfect.

Her tits bounced, her nipples hard, her skin flushed as she took every inch. "I’M GONNA—! I’M GONNA—!"

"Then fucking cum," I snarled, my balls tightening.

And she did.

Her pussy convulsed, her ass clenching, her entire body shuddering as she came again, her screams raw and broken. "AAAAAAAAH—! JACK—! I’M CUMMMMING Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah —!"

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a final, brutal thrust, I exploded—both cocks pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. "TAKE IT," I roared, my release filling her as she screamed, her body milking me for every last drop.

Then I collapsed on top of her, my cock still twitching inside her, her body trembling beneath me.

She panted, her voice ragged. "What... the fuck... was that?"

I grinned, wicked, my cum dripping out of her. "Your wedding present, baby."

She laughed, breathless, her body still shuddering. "I hate you."

I bit her lip, hard. "No, you don’t."

My cock shrank back to normal, still half-hard and glistening with her cum as I pulled out. Julie whimpered, her thighs trembling, her pussy leaking my release onto the sheets.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me, her body fitting perfectly against mine—as if crafted to do so. We drifted off to sleep like that—sticky, exhausted, and utterly satisfied.

The next morning, we both stepped into the shower. The hot water pounded against my skin, washing away the remnants of the night—yet the memory of Julie’s gasp as she choked on my cock, her body stretched around me, her screams still echoed vividly in my mind.

She leaned against the tiles, her body marked—bite marks on her shoulders, finger-shaped bruises on her hips, her thighs still glistening from last night.

After the shower, I handed Julie a dress I had bought from the . She slipped into it, then asked me to gather her ragged, torn wedding dress. I carefully stored it in the system storage. Afterwards, I took Julie in my arms and we flew back to her home.

The front door creaked open, and there was Hannah, kneeling by an open suitcase, her brow furrowed in concentration. She glanced up, her eyes narrowing when she saw Julie’s smug expression.

"Mom," Hannah demanded, hands on her hips. "Where did Jack take you yesterday?"

Julie held up her hand, the wedding ring catching the light. "Oh, you know..." she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just a little private celebration."

Hannah’s face twisted. "Private? What does that—" Her mouth dropped open. "Oh my God, He gave you a ring!"

Hannah glared at me, but her fingers flew over the screen. "You both are really the worst. You both didn’t tell me anything. You guys don’t love me anymore," she muttered, but there was no real heat in it.

Hannah’s face puffed in annoyance. "That’s not fair!" She whirled around, snatching her phone. "I’m telling Haruna!"

Julie sauntered over, ruffling her daughter’s hair. "Jealousy doesn’t suit you, sweetie."

Julie laughed, unfazed, as Hannah stabbed at her screen and went inside her room, calling Haruna.

I chuckled, pulling out my own phone. "SERA, book a private plane. We leave in two hours."

Julie went to her room and started packing her belongings. I headed to Hannah’s room, where she was talking with Haruna. I said, "Tell Haruna we’ll be at her place in an hour. Ask her to pack her stuff."

Hannah’s voice cracked over the phone, sharp with hurt. "She has finished packing with Sister Yuko. Hmph." She paused, the silence thick with unspoken frustration.

"I’m not talking to you right now. You only see Mom—like Haruna and I don’t even exist." Then, softer but firm, she added, "Haruna, we’ll be there in an hour. Be ready."

The line went dead.

I pulled her into my arms before she could step away. "That’s not true, Hannah. You know it isn’t."

She buried her face against my shoulder, her grip tightening. "I do know. But..." Her breath hitched. "I’m jealous. Of Mom. Why does she always come first?"

I cupped the back of her head, thumb brushing her hair. "Because she’s your mother. And I love her—the same way I love you. But your mom..." My voice roughened. "She is special to me. She was there when I had nothing. When no one else was."

Hannah’s fingers curled into my shirt. "I know," she whispered, like admitting it pained her.

I pinched her nose lightly, teasing. "Alright, drama queen. Go help your mom pack before I tickle you into submission."

A reluctant laugh escaped her. She swiped at her eyes and shoved me half-heartedly before turning toward Julie’s room. "Fine. But I’m blaming you if she overpacks again."

I watched them work—Julie folding clothes with methodical precision, Hannah tossing in last-minute snacks.