Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 680: Emily’s Revenge

I leaned over her, my cock already half-hard again, my fingers tracing lazy circles over her asshole as she writhed beneath me. "Sister Freya," I growled, my voice rough with lust, "you better fucking bite that pillow if you don’t want Emily to hear you scream when I shove my cock back inside you." My other hand slid between her thighs, two fingers pressing against her swollen clit, making her jerk with a choked gasp.

Freya’s back arched, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants. "Fuck—Jack—" she hissed, her voice trembling between a moan and a snarl. "I’ll kill you if you—ah!—if you make me come again, you filthy bastard!" But her hips betrayed her, grinding against my fingers, her pussy already clenching with need.

I chuckled darkly, my thumb pressing harder against her clit. "Oh, but I have a surprise for you, Sister Freya," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "A very special one."

Her body tensed, her ass clenching around my fingers. "A surprise?" she spat, her voice dripping with suspicion. "What the fuck are you talking about, you degenerate piece of shit?"

I pulled my fingers away, leaving her whimpering at the loss, and leaned back just enough to let my words sink in. "I called Nancy," I said, my tone casual, like I was discussing the weather. "Told her to sneak in while Emily’s distracted. She’s probably right outside the door, listening to you moan like the slut you are."

Freya’s entire body went rigid. "You what?!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with fury. "You fucking called her?! After you spent all night buried inside her and Suzy, pumping them full of your filthy cum?!" She tried to twist around, her blindfolded face contorted with rage. "Haven’t you fucked her enough, you worthless cocksleeve?! Go fuck her then! I don’t want your dick anywhere near me—ah!—you disgusting—"

Her rant cut off with a sharp gasp as I slammed two fingers back into her pussy, curling them just right to make her body betray her words. "Oh, you don’t?" I taunted, my voice a dark purr. "Then why are you dripping all over my hand, huh? Why’s your tight little asshole clenching like it’s begging for my cock?"

Freya’s face flushed crimson, her breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. "I hate you," she snarled, but her hips were rocking against my fingers, her pussy soaking them. "I hate how good you make me feel—fuck—how you ruin me with that stupid dick of yours!"

That’s when I noticed Emily.

She was frozen beside me, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide with shock as the truth of last night crashed over her. "D-do you know why you fell asleep, Emily?" I whispered into her ear, my voice a dark, velvety taunt. My free hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against me so she could feel how hard I was.

"Because Sister Freya slipped sleeping pills into your water. She wanted me all to herself... well, almost all to herself." I let out a low chuckle, my fingers still buried inside Freya, who was now whimpering softly.

"She wanted me to breed Nancy... and Suzy. Both of them. All night." My lips brushed Emily’s ear, my breath hot. "They seduced me, Emily. Took turns riding my cock, sucking me dry... but no matter how much they begged, I still had plenty left for you."

Emily’s breath hitched, her eyes darting toward Freya, who was still blindfolded, her body trembling with suppressed moans. "Y-you’re lying," Emily whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. "Sister wouldn’t—"

My fingers were still buried inside her, slowly fucking her as she squirmed, her body trembling with a mix of fury and desperate need. "Sister Freya," I taunted, my voice a low, velvety growl, "why are you sounding so jealous?" I curled my fingers deeper, making her gasp, her hips jerking involuntarily. "Wasn’t it you who put sleeping pills in Emily’s drink? Who begged Suzy and Nancy to take my cum in their wombs?"

Freya’s breath hitched, her body tensing as my words struck home. "Y-you asshole!" she snapped, but her voice lacked its usual fire, her hips still rolling against my fingers despite her protests. "I—I only did it because you wouldn’t stop thinking about them!" Her voice cracked, her body betraying her as a shudder ran through her. "You wanted to make them pregnant, so I ah!—I gave them to you!"

Emily’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth as the reality of Freya’s betrayal sank in. "N-Nancy..." she stammered, her voice trembling with shock and something darker—something hungry. "Is she... is she really here?"

I pulled my fingers out of Freya with a wet pop, the sound obscene in the heavy silence. My smirk deepened as I turned slightly, my voice carrying just enough to tease Freya’s already frayed nerves. "Nancy," I called out, my tone dripping with amusement, "you’re here, aren’t you?"

But my gaze was locked on Emily.

She caught my meaning instantly, her lips parting slightly as she realized what I was asking of her. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips, and she stepped forward, her voice dropping into a low, sultry purr.

"Mmm, I am here, Jack," Emily murmured, her voice a poor imitation of Nancy’s usual sultry tone. "And I’ve been waiting for this all night."

Freya’s head snapped toward the sound, her blindfolded face twisting in confusion. "Nancy...?" she breathed, her body tensing beneath my touch. Then, her brows furrowed. "What... what happened to your voice?"

Emily didn’t miss a beat. A slow, wicked smirk played on her lips as she deepened her voice further, roughening it with a raspy edge. "Hmm... Sister Freya," she teased, her fingers trailing lower, dipping between her thighs as she sauntered closer, "don’t you remember...?"

Her voice dropped to a throaty whisper, "Last night... how loud Jack made me scream?" She let out a soft, breathy moan, her voice cracking just enough to sell the lie. "My throat’s still raw from it... hmmm."

Freya’s breath hitched, her body stiffening as the pieces clicked into place. The footsteps—Emily’s footsteps—echoed in the room, but the realization only made her pulse quicken, her pussy clenching around nothing as her mind raced.

"Y-you bastard," she whispered, her voice trembling, but not with anger. No, it was thick with something far more intoxicating—anticipation. Her body betrayed her, her hips shifting restlessly, her thighs parting just a little wider. "You actually called her—"

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The way Freya’s breath hitched, the way her back arched just slightly, offering herself up—it said everything. Emily’s fingers brushed against Freya’s trembling skin, and the game was on.