Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 645: Freya’s Forbidden Peep Show

"Ohhh, someone’s eager," she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic sweetness as she rocked her hips, letting my cockhead slip between her pussy lips—not inside, just teasing, dragging the sensitive tip over her swollen clit.

"Mmmf— Fuck!" I hissed, my cock twitching violently, precum dripping in thick ropes down the cock, but she just smirked, her fingers digging into my abs as she grinded herself against me.

"Look at you— so hard, so needy," she cooed, her free hand sliding down to spread her pussy lips, letting my cock slip deeper into her fold, the heat of her cunt scorching me.

"But you don’t get to fuck me..." She rolled her hips, the head of my cock poking at her entrance before slipping back out, denying me entry. "...not until you beg for my pussy."

I growled, my hands clenching into fists, my cock throbbing painfully, but she just laughed, her tits bouncing as she grinded against me harder, her clit rubbing against the underside of my cock, her moans getting louder, needier.

"Nnngh— God, you feel so good like this," she whimpered, her fingers digging into my skin, her pussy sliding up and down my cock, coating me in her juices. "But you won’t get to cum..." She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell. "...until you admit you’re mine."

Emily’s soaked pussy lips dragged over my throbbing cock, the head poking at her tight entrance before slipping away again—teasing, denying, driving me fucking insane. A whimper tore from my throat, my hips bucking uselessly against the bed, my wrists still bound by her soaked panties, the fabric cutting into my skin as I strained against the knot.

"Mmmf— Fuck!" I groaned, my cock twitching violently, precum dripping in thick, glossy ropes down the cock, pooling on my abs. Emily moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her chest as she rocked her hips, her pussy sliding up and down my cock, coating me in her juices.

"Look at you— so hard, so fucking desperate for me," she purred, her voice thick with lust, her fingers digging into my chest before sliding up to pinch my nipples—hard. I hissed, my back arching off the bed, but she just laughed, her tongue darting out to lick the stinging flesh, soothing the pain before biting down again.

"Ahh—!" I grunted, my cock jerking, but she didn’t stop, her lips wrapping around one nipple, her tongue swirling, flicking, sucking until it was rock-hard, aching. Her free hand pinched the other, twisting just enough to make me whimper, my cock throbbing in time with the pain.

"Mmm... so sensitive," she moaned, her voice muffled against my skin, her hips rolling as she grinded her pussy against my cock, the head slipping between her lips—not inside, just teasing, dragging over her swollen clit.

"Nnngh— Fuck, you feel so good," she whimpered, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, frantic circles as she fucked my cock with her pussy, her juices dripping down my balls, soaking the bedsheets beneath us.

"But you won’t get to fuck me..." She rolled her hips, the head of my cock poking at her entrance before slipping back out, denying me entry. "...not until you beg for my pussy."

I growled, my hands clenching into fists, my cock throbbing painfully, precum leaking in thick, uncontrollable pulses, but she just smirked, her tongue flicking over my nipple before biting down harder, her teeth sinking into the flesh.

"AAH—!" I groaned, my cock jerking, but she didn’t stop, her lips trailing down my chest, her tongue swirling over my abs, licking up the precum she’d milked from me.

"Mmm... so salty," she moaned, her voice vibrating against my skin, her hand stroking my cock slowly, torturously, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the precum in slow, teasing circles.

"You like that, Jack?" she panted, her hips rolling as she grinded against me, her pussy sliding over my cock, the head poking her entrance, teasing, denying—

"Fuck—"

"Say it," she demanded, her voice thick with lust, her fingers digging into my skin, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for filling.

"Oh.. someone has an ego," she snapped, her nails raking down my chest, her pussy grinding against my cock, her clit swollen, aching—

Her laugh was dark, triumphant, before she leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell.

But then—

A faint creak.

The door, slightly ajar.

A shadow moved in the crack, a pair of eyes peeking inside.

Freya.

My stomach tightened, but I looked away, pretending not to notice.

Emily didn’t notice.

"Didn’t I tell you..." she panted, her voice thick with lust, her hips rolling as she grinded against my cock, "I’d make you cum without letting you move your hips?" She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell. "I will win..."

Suddenly—

"Emily... Emily..."

A voice—soft, sweet, but laced with something darker—floated through the room.

We both froze.

The door was closed now.

Completely.

Freya’s voice came again, muffled, distant—

"Emily, where are you?"

Emily pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across her lips.

"Looks like sis wants me," she purred, her fingers tightening around the panties binding my wrists. She yanked them harder, tying them to the bedrest in a tight knot, her tits bouncing as she moved, her nipples still hard from biting them.

"You’re not going anywhere," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, her hand sliding down to cup my cock, squeezing just enough to make me groan. "I’ll see what my sister wants..." She stood, her dress still half-torn, her tits spilling out, her pussy glistening with arousal.

She pulled the dress back on—no bra, no panties—letting the fabric cling to her wet skin, her nipples poking through the thin material, hard and visible. She walked to the door, her hips swaying with deliberate tease, her ass flexing with every step.

"Don’t go anywhere, Jack," she cooed, blowing me a kiss before closing the door behind her.

Silence.

I tugged at the panties binding me, testing the knot—

Tight.

Too tight.

I could’ve broken free.

I didn’t.

Because somewhere, deep down, I wanted to see what Freya was doing.

Why did she call Emily now?

After seeing us.

After hearing us.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips.

This game was far from over.