Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 643: Emily- The Horny Dominatrix

Freya’s smile was slow, knowing. She nodded happily, her hand still cradling her belly, her other palm pressing into the sofa as she shifted, the movement making her dress ride up another inch, the shadow of her pussy dark and inviting beneath the fabric.

"You guys get fresh," she murmured, her gaze flicking between us, lingering on me for a second too long. "I’ll make something for you to eat."

She stood up—slowly, deliberately—her one hand holding her belly, the other supporting herself on the arm of the sofa. The weight of her pregnant body made her movements heavier, slower, every shift of her hips a tease, the satin clinging to the curve of her ass, the dress stretching over the roundness of it, the fabric parting just enough to reveal the creamy white of her upper thighs, the dampness still glistening there.

My cock was iron, throbbing, the head leaking against my zipper, every pulse of my heart sending a jolt of need straight to my groin. Fuck. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe. All I could see was the way her thighs had pressed together, the way her nipples had strained against the soaked satin, the way her fingers had worked herself—

And then—

Pain.

A sharp pinch on my arm.

I hissed, jerking back, and Emily’s face was right there, her eyes burning, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Stop glaring at my sister," she snapped, her fingers digging into my bicep, her grip bruising. "For god’s sake, Jack—she’s pregnant! You really are a pervert."

Her voice was low, venomous, but I didn’t miss the way her chest heaved, the way her own nipples pressed against her shirt, hard and visible through the thin cotton. The flush on her cheeks wasn’t just anger.

It was arousal.

And she hated herself for it.

"I wasn’t—" I started, but she cut me off, her fingers tightening on my arm.

"Yes, you were," she hissed, her breath hot against my ear. "I saw you. You were staring at her like some starved animal."

I swallowed, my throat dry. "Emily—"

"Don’t." Her voice cracked. "Just... don’t."

She pulled me up, her body slamming against mine—too hard, too close—her hip grinding against my erection with a deliberate roll that made my cock jerk violently. The friction sent a jolt through me, my breath hissing between my teeth as her thigh pressed into the throbbing length of me.

She froze.

Her eyes widened, her pupils blowing black, her lips parting in a soft, shocked gasp. For a second, she just stared at me, her chest rising and falling too fast, her nipples—hard as pebbles—digging into my chest through her shirt.

Then—

Her expression twisted.

Something dark flickered across her face—anger, lust, a need to punish—and her grip on my wrist tightened until her fingernails bit into my skin.

"Looks like..." her voice was low, dangerous, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, "this bad guy isn’t calming down."

Her free hand slid down, her palm pressing against the bulge in my jeans, her fingers curling around the shape of my cock, squeezing just hard enough to make me grunt.

"Don’t you want to know..." she purred, her thumb swiping over the head through the denim, her touch maddening, "how I make you beg?"

Before I could react, she yanked me forward, her strength surprising for someone so small, her body moving with a predatory grace as she dragged me toward one of the rooms—empty, dim, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that made my stomach clench.

She shoved me against the wall, her body pinning mine, her forearm pressing into my throat just hard enough to make my pulse spike.

"You like that, don’t you?" she hissed, her mouth hovering over mine, her breath hot, sweet, tinged with the bitter taste of her jealousy. "Staring at my sister like a dog in heat."

Her hand dropped between us again, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans, her touch teasing, maddening.

"Bet you wish it was her, huh?" Her voice was venom, but her fingers tightened, her thumb pressing into the underside of my cock, grinding in a slow, cruel circle that made my hips jerk.

"Fuck—" I growled, my hands flying to her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her harder against me.

She laughed—dark, triumphant—before her knee slammed between my legs, pressing up against my balls with just enough pressure to make me gasp.

"Oh no, baby," she cooed, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of it. "You don’t get to touch me. Not after what I just saw."

Her fucking hand ripped away from my throbbing cock, and I whimpered like a bitch, my hips jerking forward, desperate for her touch—but she laughed, a low, mocking sound, her fingers snapping around my wrist like a fucking vice before she slammed it against the wall so hard the drywall cracked.

"Aww, does the big man miss my hand already?" she cooed, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness, her other hand yanking my belt open with a violent tug.

The leather hissed through the loops, the buckle clanking like a fucking death knell before my zipper gave way with a rasping sound, the teeth parting to free my cock—already rock-hard, veins bulging, the head weeping with precum, glistening under the dim light.

"Look at this fucking thing," Emily spat, her eyes raking over my cock with disgust—but her lips were parted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her nipples poking through her shirt like fucking bullets.

Then—

SMACK.

She backhanded my cock across her cheek, the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the room, the sting radiating through my balls.

"Nnngh—! Fuck!" I groaned, my hips bucking, but she grabbed the base of my cock, her fingers digging in painfully, cutting off my movement.

"Shhh, baby," she purred, her cheek flushed pink from the impact, her tongue darting out to lick the glossy streak my cock had left on her skin. "Does your dick like slapping my face, huh? Just like it loves slapping Jasmine’s?"

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

She did it again—harder, faster, her head snapping with each hit, her moans mixing with the wet slaps, her free hand gripping her own tit, pinching her nipple through her shirt as she watched me squirm.

"Mmmf— Fucking— Ahh!" I grunted, my cock twitching, precum dripping down the cock, but she just laughed, her voice thick with sadistic pleasure.

"Look at you— already leaking like a virgin," she taunted, her thumb smearing the precum over my tip, spreading it in slow, teasing circles. "Pathetic. You love this, don’t you? Love when I humiliate your dick like the worthless fucktoy it is."

I couldn’t deny it.

My cock jerked in her grip, betraying me, and her laugh turned darker.