Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 710: A Blowjob from the Boss

She hummed in satisfaction, her lips wrapping around me again, her head bobbing as she found a rhythm that made my toes curl. "Good," she murmured around me, the word vibrating against my skin. "Because I’m not stopping until you—"

Her words cut off as she took me deeper, her throat relaxing just enough to let me slide in further. I let out a broken moan, my fingers threading through her hair as pleasure coiled tight in my gut. "Natalya, I’m close—"

She didn’t pull back. Instead, she doubled down, her hand working the base as her mouth moved faster, her determination overriding any hesitation. "Come on," she muttered between strokes, her voice a mix of challenge and need. "I want to see you lose control."

Her words sent me spiraling. My hips jerked as I came hard, my release hitting the back of her throat. Natalya gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she tried to swallow, but some of it spilled past her lips, staining them, dripping down her chin.

She pulled back with a gasp, her chest heaving as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression a mix of shock and satisfaction.

"Oh my God," she breathed, her voice trembling. "That was... a lot."

I reached down, pulling her up to kiss me deeply, tasting myself on her lips. "You were amazing," I murmured against her mouth, my voice thick with admiration.

She blushed, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kissed me back, her body trembling slightly. "I made a mess," she mumbled, her voice embarrassed but pleased.

"Best mess I’ve ever seen," I teased, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips.

She laughed softly, her forehead resting against mine. "You’re ridiculous," she whispered, but her smile was warm, her eyes shining with something deeper than just satisfaction.

"And you’re incredible," I murmured, pulling her closer, my heart swelling with love for her.

She snuggled against me, her body fitting perfectly against mine as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms. The morning light spilled over us, but in that moment, nothing else mattered—just us, and the raw, unfiltered intimacy we had just shared.

Then, a knock at the door shattered the quiet.

Natalya tensed for just a second, her body going rigid before she quickly pulled the blanket up to cover us both. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the edge of irritation beneath it. "Come in."

Polina stepped inside, her sharp eyes immediately taking in the scene—Natalya still in my arms, the two of us tangled beneath the blanket.

For a split second, surprise flickered across her face, but she quickly composed herself, her expression returning to its usual professional mask. "Boss..." she began, her voice careful, almost hesitant.

Natalya didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she simply looked up at Polina, her voice calm but edged with authority. "What is it, Polina? What’s happened now?"

Polina’s gaze flicked between us before settling on Natalya. "Boss, we’ve just received some troubling news. Vito had an older brother. He’s mobilizing his forces. He’s coming for us after finding out we killed Vito."

Natalya’s grip on me tightened slightly, her voice cold and unyielding. "Then let him come. We’ll be ready for him. He won’t know what hit him."

Polina gave a curt nod, her expression grim. "Understood, Boss. But there’s more. This brother, Andrey, is not like Vito. He’s smarter, more connected. We need to be careful."

Natalya’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching. "We’re always careful, Polina. But we don’t back down. Not from anyone."

Polina hesitated for a moment, then nodded again. "Yes, Boss." She turned to leave, but before she could, Natalya’s phone rang.

She reached for it without letting go of me, her fingers brushing against my chest as she answered. "Dad..."

I could hear Nikolai’s voice on the other end, low and urgent. "Natalya, listen to me carefully. You need to stay underground for now. You can’t touch Vito’s brother."

Natalya’s body stiffened, her grip on the phone tightening. "Why not?" she demanded, her voice sharp and filled with frustration. "After what they did to Viper? After what they did to us?"

Nikolai’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "Andrey is an FBI informant. If you hurt him, the FBI will be all over us. We can’t afford that kind of heat right now, Natalya. We have to handle this smart."

Natalya’s expression darkened, her jaw clenching tighter. "So we just let him come after us? After what they did to Viper? After everything?" Her voice was filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.

"We handle it smart, Natalya," Nikolai repeated, his tone stern but laced with concern. "We can’t afford a war with the feds. Stay low. Let me handle this. Trust me."

Natalya’s fingers dug into my side, her frustration palpable. She took a deep breath, her voice tight. "Okay, Dad. I understand." She ended the call, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts as she set the phone down beside us.

I could see the storm brewing in her eyes—anger, frustration, and something deeper, something that looked a lot like fear. Not for herself, but for me. For us.

She turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around my chest. "Viper, did you hear all of that?"

I nodded, my hand reaching up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing away the tension in her jaw. "I did. And your dad’s right. We need to be smart about this."

Natalya’s eyes searched mine, her expression a mix of frustration and trust. "I don’t like it," she admitted, her voice rough with emotion. "I don’t like feeling like we’re just sitting here, waiting for them to make the next move. It makes me feel... helpless."

I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You’re not helpless, Natalya. You’re the strongest person I know. But sometimes, strength means knowing when to wait, when to plan. We’ll figure this out. Together."

Natalya let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing slightly against mine. "I hate waiting," she muttered, but there was a hint of a smile in her voice, a flicker of the fierce determination I loved so much.

I chuckled softly, my fingers tangling in her hair. "I know you do. But we’ll face this together, just like we always do. And when the time is right, we’ll strike. Smart, not reckless."