Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 651: Freya’s Evil Plan (It Worked)

All I wanted was to shove Emily off me—

To grab Freya by those thick thighs—

To slam my cock into her tight, pregnant pussy—

To feel her baby bump press against me as I rammed into her, stretching her open, filling her up until she screamed—

To fuck her so hard her milk dripped down my cock—

To make her cum again and again, her pussy clamping around me, milking me dry—

"Jack..." Emily’s voice snapped me back, her fingers digging into my throat, her pussy grinding against my cock. "I’m waiting..."

Freya’s thoughts slithered into my mind, slick and taunting, as I watched her tongue slowly lick the glistening squirt from her fingers, her eyes locked onto mine with dark amusement: [This should be enough...]

[But what if he doesn’t get to cum...?]

[What if I leave him like this— hard, aching, desperate...]

[Will he snap? Will he attack Emily... or me... with that thick, throbbing cock...?]

[I really want to know...]

[I want to see him lose control... To watch him decide who to fuck first...]

[To see which of us he wants more...]

My cock twitched violently as Emily slipped the head between her fingers, teasing her clit with the slick tip, her breath hitching as she rocked her hips. "Mmm~..." Her voice was a breathless moan, but there was something new in it—something raw, needy.

"You like that, Jack?" Her fingers tightened around my cock, her pussy grinding against me, her wetness soaking my cock—

And then I realized it.

She’s desperate.

Emily wasn’t just teasing me.

She wasn’t just playing her arrogant games.

She needed this just as much as I did.

Freya’s laugh echoed in my mind, dark and knowing: [Ohhh...]

[Look at her...]

[Emily’s just as desperate as he is...]

[But she’ll never admit it.]

[She’d rather tease herself into madness than beg for it.]

[Just like a true brat.]

Freya’s thoughts hummed in my mind as she stood up behind Emily in the bathroom, her naked body glowing in the dim light. She reached for her dress, the satin fabric sliding over her pregnant curves, her fingers lingering on the silk pocket of her robe.

[Jack is trying so hard to hold back...]

[Look at those veins on his cock—I can see them even from here...]

[He might actually cum just from my touch...]

Her lips curved into a wicked smirk, but then her expression shifted, her thoughts turning calculating: [I need to stop both of them...]

[Leave them hungry... horny...]

[But how can I interrupt when I’m stuck here?]

[...Ah.]

[This should do.]

She slowly closed the bathroom door, her fingers brushing against the wood before slipping her phone from the pocket of her dress. The screen glowed for a moment—just long enough for me to see—before the door clicked shut.

[They’ll be here any time now...]

Emily’s breath was ragged, her body trembling as she gripped my cock, her pussy hovering over me, dripping, aching. "Fuck you, Jack..." Her voice was a broken growl, her pride shattering under the weight of her desire. "I can’t take it... anymore—!"

And then—

She slammed down.

Her pussy swallowed the head of my cock, her walls clamping around me, stretching, expanding as she took half of my length in one desperate thrust.

"Aaaaaaaaaah—!" Her scream tore from her throat, her hands slamming over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. I could see her pussy gaping around my cock, clenching, pulsing, winking at me as she rocked her hips, her inner walls milking me instantly.

And then—

The doorbell rang.

A sharp, insistent knock followed.

Emily froze, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around my cock before she ripped herself off me with a wet, obscene plop. "W-Where is my sister?!" Her voice was panicked, her breath coming in short, frantic gasps as she stared at the door.

I also got dressed together with Emily.

"Why isn’t she opening?!" She swallowed hard, her fingers fumbling with the panties binding my wrists, freeing me in one jerk. "Fuck— who is it?! It can’t be... them, right?"

Her eyes flicked to me, wild, terrified. "Jack... let’s go—!" She yanked her dress back on, her hands shaking. "I’ll go open the door... and see who it is..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, raw with fear. "If it’s Victor’s people... you take my sister and run. Okay?!"

She gripped my shoulder, her nails digging in. "Don’t worry about me—Victor won’t kill me... but you—" Her voice cracked. "He’ll kill you. And please—" Her eyes burned into mine. "Take care of my sister... don’t let her get caught... promise me, Jack..."

Freya’s thoughts drifted into my mind, tinged with guilt: [Have I... gone too far?]

[Scaring them both like this...]

[I feel a little guilty... now.]

Emily took a deep, shaking breath, squaring her shoulders. "You stay here..." Her voice was firm, but her hands trembled as she reached for the doorknob. "And once I yell ’Run’... you find Freya and get her out of here... as far as possible... okay?"

I wanted to tell her— There’s no need to worry. It’s just Freya. She’s playing with us.

But one look at Emily’s face—pale, terrified, still dripping from me—and knowing Freya was listening, I just nodded.

Emily slipped out of the room, her footsteps hurried, urgent.

And then—

Silence.

Except for the faint rustle of fabric from the bathroom—

Freya’s voice, barely a whisper: [...I might’ve overdone it.]

Freya stepped out of the bathroom, her dress flowing around her like a second skin, her lips curved in that knowing, wicked smirk. I grabbed her wrist, my voice urgent, panicked—"playing the part": "Sister Freya—! We should hide quickly!"

She turned to me, her fingers threading through my hair, pampering me like a misbehaving child. "Don’t worry, Jack..." Her voice was soft, soothing, but her eyes sparked with mischief. "I called them."

My face froze—shocked, betrayed. I let my voice crack, my hands trembling as I pulled back, staring at her. "Sister... Freya—why did you call Victor’s people?!" My words were raw, accusing, my chest tight with fake hurt. "Emily and I trusted you so much... and you—!"

Freya’s fingers snapped against my forehead, a sharp, playful flick that stung just enough to shut me up. "You dumbass~..." Her laugh was light, mocking, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Those aren’t Victor’s people." She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I called my neighbors... asking them to have dinner with us."

I blinked, my expression shifting from shock to confusion—even though I knew. "W-Why did you...?" My voice wavered, playing the bewildered virgin, my hands clenching at my sides.