Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 644: Emily- The Horny Dominatrix 2

"That’s what I thought," she hissed, before dropping to her knees with a thud, her skirt riding up, revealing her soaked panties—dark, sticky, the fabric clinging to her pussy lips like a second skin.

Her hands grabbed my hips, her nails digging into my flesh, and before I could react, her tongue lashed out, flat and hot, dragging up the underside of my cock—slow, deliberate, her saliva coating my shaft in a glossy sheen.

"Mmm..." she moaned, her breath hot against my balls, "You taste like desperation, Jack."

Then—

Her mouth closed around my left ball, her tongue swirling, flicking, pressing against the sensitive skin before she sucked—hard.

"FUCK!" I roared, my hips jerking, but her fingers dug into my ass, holding me still as she moved to the other, her lips stretching around the heavy weight, her tongue slithering over the wrinkled skin, her teeth grazing just enough to make my toes curl.

"Mmmph— So full," she mumbled, her voice vibrating against my skin, her hand squeezing my shaft, milking another drop of precome from the tip. "Bet you love when Jasmine does this, huh? Sucks your balls like a good little whore?"

I groaned, my mind spinning, but before I could answer, her tongue lashed out again, flat and wet, dragging from my taint all the way up my cock, her lips brushing the veins, her breath hot against the head.

"Nnngh— Emily, I—"

"Shut up," she snapped, her hand yanking my balls down, stretching the skin tight before her tongue flicked over them again, harder, wetter, the sound of her slurping filling the room.

"You don’t get to talk," she growled, her fingers digging into my thighs, her nails leaving red marks.

Her mouth popped off my balls with a wet sound, her lips glistening, her chin shiny with saliva. She looked up at me, her eyes burning, before spitting on my cock, the warm spit dripping down my shaft.

"Fuck—!"

"Yeah, baby," she purred, her hand stroking me slowly, spreading the spit, "You like that, don’t you? Like when I treat your dick like the useless piece of meat it is."

Her fingers tightened, her thumb pressing into the slit of my cock, grinding in slow circles, and I bucked, my hips thrusting into her grip, but she laughed, low and mocking.

"Pathetic," she hissed, before reaching for her panties.

The sound of the fabric peeling off her skin was obscene—wet, sticky, the squelch of her pussy releasing the soaked cotton, making my cock twitch.

She held them up, dangling them from her fingertips, the crotch dark, sodden, the scent of her pussy—musky, sweet, fucking intoxicating—hitting me like a punch to the gut.

"Smell," she ordered, shoving the panties against my nose, grinding them into my face. "Breathe it in, you fucking pervert."

I inhaled—couldn’t not—

And fuck.

The odor was overwhelming—salt, heat, the sharp tang of her arousal, the faint metallic hint of her own excitement. My cock jerked, precome leaking in a thick drop, and Emily’s lips twisted in a sick, satisfied smirk.

"Good boy," she cooed, before yanking the panties away and wrapping them around my wrists—once, twice—tying them in a knot so fucking tight the fabric bit into my skin, the wetness seeping into my pores.

"There," she muttered, yanking the makeshift restraint hard to test it. "Now you won’t be touching anything..." Her fingers traced down my chest, her nails scratching over my nipples, making them harden painfully. "...except what I let you."

Her hand slid down—slow, deliberate—before wrapping around my cock again, her grip tight, possessive, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the precome in slow, teasing circles.

"Mmm..." She licked her lips, her eyes locked on mine. "Now..." Her fingers tightened, her stroke slowing to a torturous pace. "Let’s see how long you last... when you can’t even touch yourself."

Her other hand snaked down, disappearing under her skirt, and I heard the faint, wet sound of her fingers sliding into her pussy.

"Fuck—" I groaned, my cock throbbing in her grip, but she just smirked, her fingers moving faster, her breath hitching.

"You are imagining my sister, don’t you?" she taunted, her voice thick with lust. "Wish it was her thighs you were fucking between... her tits you were cumming on..."

"No—" I lied, but my cock betrayed me, pulsing in her hand, and she laughed, dark and knowing.

"Liar," she hissed, her fingers curling inside herself, her wrist twisting. "But it doesn’t matter..." Her grip on my cock tightened, her stroke speeding up, her thumb pressing into the underside of my head. "...because right now? You’re mine."

Her moans mixed with the wet sounds of her fingers fucking herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her tits heaving as she worked herself harder, faster—

"Nnngh— Fuck—" Her eyes rolled back, her pussy clenching around her fingers, and I knew she was close—

Her fingers tightened around my cock, her thumb swirling over the precome beading at the tip, her eyes burning into mine with sadistic delight.

"You want to cum, don’t you, baby?" she purred, her voice thick with lust, her hand stroking me just slow enough to drive me fucking insane. "Beg me, Jack. Beg me like the pathetic little slut you are."

Fuck this bitch.

I gritted my teeth, activating Endurance God and Cum Monster—my cock swelling even harder, my balls drawing up but refusing to break, my mind locking into pure, stubborn defiance.

Emily noticed.

Her eyes flashed, her lips curling in annoyance—but then, slowly, a smirk spread across her face.

"Ohhh..." she cooed, her grip tightening around my shaft, her thumb pressing into the vein on the underside. "Looks like someone thinks they can hold out..."

She shoved me back onto the bed, her strength surprising as she pinned me down, her knees straddling my hips, her dress already half-torn, her tits spilling out, nipples hard as fucking diamonds.

Then—

She ripped it off completely.

The sound of the fabric tearing was violent, final, and then she was naked—completely fucking bare, her body glowing in the dim light, her pussy glistening, swollen, dripping with arousal.

"Let’s see how long you last now, big man," she taunted, her hand wrapping around my cock, her fingers spreading the precome over the head before pressing it against her pussy.

The moment her soaked pussy lips made contact with my throbbing cock, I groaned like a dying animal, my hips bucking up off the bed, desperate to bury myself inside her.

But Emily laughed—a dark, smoky sound that sent chills down my spine—before slamming her palm into my chest, pinning me back down.