Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 618: Emily’s Escape Plan

My eyes locked onto Emily—a bitch in heat, her tongue slithering over her cum-crusted lips, her glazed eyes devouring my still-throbbing cock.

The head pulsed, dripping pre-cum, twitching like it knew she was already mine. She licked her lips, her fingers twitching toward me, her breath hitching like a starving whore eyeing a feast.

Then—she struck.

Her small, trembling hand wrapped around my shaft, her thumb pressing into the slick slit, forcing the foreskin all the way back to the base with a wet schlick.

A bead of pre-cum welled up, glistening, and she moaned, her voice a filthy purr:

"Ohhh... Still so hard... Even after painting me white..." Her fingers stroked my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting the pre-cum before bringing it to her lips, licking it off with a slow, obscene mmm. "Mmm... So sweet... Like honey... But stronger..."

Her other hand traced my abs, her nails digging in just enough to tease, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper:

"But... we should go..." She glanced at her phone, her expression shifting—not fear, not quite, but something colder. "My husband..." She bit her lip, her fingers tightening around my cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately.

"He’s a dangerous man... He is a Mafia Boss... on American soil." Her tongue flicked over her lips again, her eyes darkening. "If he finds us..." She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear, her voice a venomous whisper:

"We’re both dead."

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t pull away. I just stared at her—this broken little whore, covered in my cum, her husband’s wife, begging to run with me. Pathetic. Beautiful. Mine.

Then—she changed.

Her grip tightened on my cock, her fingers stroking it faster, her voice suddenly sweet, poisoned:

"Come with me..." She pressed her body against mine, her tits crushing into my chest, her lips brushing my ear. "I’ll keep you safe..." Her tongue flicked over the shell, sending a jolt down my spine.

"Forever..." Her hand slid down, cupping my balls, squeezing just enough to make me hiss. "And you can have me..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her lips grazing my neck:

"My pussy..." She rocked her hips against me, her heat burning through her dress. "My mouth..." Her tongue traced my jawline. "Even my asshole..." Her voice turned dark, husky. "Let me tell you..." Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot, wet:

"It’s virgin..." She bit my earlobe, hard enough to make me grunt. "Never been touched..." Her hand slid up my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting more pre-cum. "Never been stretched..." She brought her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, her eyes burning into mine:

"I saved it..." She smirked, her voice a razor. "For you..." Her hand dropped to my cock again, stroking it slowly, deliberately. "Because I knew..." She leaned in, her lips almost touching mine:

"I’d need a real man..." She licked her lips. "To fuck the shame out of me."

I grabbed her throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make her gasp. "If he is a Mafia Boss, as you say, then do you think we can escape him?" I growled, my fingers tightening just enough to see her pulse flutter under my grip.

She didn’t flinch. She smiled.

"I know we can." Her voice was ice. "Victor’s strong..." She rocked her hips against me again, her pussy grinding against my thigh.

"But he’s stupid..." Her hand stroked my cock, her thumb swiping over the head, collecting more pre-cum. "He thinks he owns me..." She brought her fingers to her lips, licking them clean, her eyes never leaving mine:

"But I own him."

I laughed, low and dark, my grip tightening on her throat, feeling her pulse hammer under my fingers like a trapped bird. "And how’s that, my little whore?" I shoved her back, just enough to see her face—her smug little smirk, her eyes glinting with secrets and something darker.

But then—

Her breath hitched.

A shudder ran through her body, her nipples hardening under her dress, her thighs pressing together like she could trap the heat building between them. The Hand of Arousal was still at work, twisting her mind into a whimpering, needful mess.

She licked her lips, her hand still stroking my cock, slow, deliberate.

"I let him think he controls me..." She leaned in, her voice a whisper. "But I always have a way out..." Her fingers trailed down my chest, her nails scraping my skin. "A secret..." She bit her lip, her eyes darkening. "A power..." Her voice dropped to a hiss:

"One he never saw coming."

I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at me. "And what is that, bitch?" I snarled, my cock twitching in her hand.

She grinned, her voice a purr:

"I stole his money..." She rocked her hips against me again. "I stole his connections..." Her hand stroked my cock, her thumb swiping over the head. "And I stole his pride..." Her lips brushed my ear, her voice a venomous whisper:

"Now..." She bit my earlobe, hard enough to draw blood. "I’m stealing you."

I shoved her back, hard, making her stumble. She caught herself, her eyes flashing with something wild, dangerous.

"You think you can handle me, girl?" I growled, my cock throbbing in her grip.

She licked her lips, her voice a challenge:

"I know I can." She dropped to her knees, her hands gripping my thighs, her tongue swiping over the head of my cock, collecting the pre-cum.

I looked at her and asked, " How do you plan to escape... then?"

Emily’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on my thigh, her eyes burning with a wild, dangerous light as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, each word laced with excitement and venom:

"My sister..." she purred, her tongue flicking over her lips, "lives in Texas." Her fingers tightened around my cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately, as if mapping out the route on my skin.

"Victor doesn’t know about her existence." Emily’s lips brushed my ear, her voice a silken blade wrapped in honeyed poison. Her tongue flicked over the shell, sending a jolt down my spine, while her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on my chest, teasing the skin beneath my shirt.