Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 781: Naughty Maid Ema

Grandma burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Ay, Dios mío!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You two are impossible!" She turned back to Marina, her expression softening.

"But seriously, mija—I want to see you happy. And if that means giving me a bunch of bisnietos to spoil, then so be it!"

Marina’s breath hitched as my finger pressed deeper, the intrusion sending another shudder through her. "Y-Yes, Grandma," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "We’ll—ah!—we’ll make it happen!"

Grandma’s eyes twinkled with amusement as she watched Marina squirm in her seat, clearly enjoying the show. "Good," she said, her voice warm and affectionate. "Because I’m not waiting forever, mija!"

She leaned back in her seat, her expression turning thoughtful as she studied Marina’s flushed face and my possessive grip on her thigh. "And you, mijo—" she turned to me, her gaze sharp but fond, "—you’d better take good care of my granddaughter. She deserves the world."

Marina finally managed to catch her breath, her cheeks still pink as she shifted slightly, trying to compose herself. "Grandma," she said, her voice softening as she reached out to take her grandma’s hand, "how have you been? Really. We’ve been so worried about you."

Grandma’s expression softened, her fingers squeezing Marina’s gently. "Oh, mi amor," she said, her voice warm and full of affection.

"I’ve been just fine. Better than fine, actually." She glanced over at Ema and Eva, who were standing quietly near the doorway, their hands clasped in front of them.

"I have these two daughters now—Ema and Eva," she said, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she turned back to Marina. "They treat me even better than you do, mija."

Marina’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in mock offense. "Grandma!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in indignation like a scolded child. "That’s not fair! I always take care of you!" She pouted, her lower lip jutting out as she crossed her arms over her chest, her earlier embarrassment momentarily forgotten.

Grandma let out a delighted laugh, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, ay, look at you!" she teased, reaching out to pinch Marina’s cheek affectionately. "Always so dramatic! I’m just joking, mi vida."

She glanced at Ema and Eva, who were trying—and failing—to hide their smiles. "But it is true. These girls spoil me rotten. They make me breakfast in bed, they watch my novelas with me, they even rub my feet when my arthritis acts up!"

Marina’s pout deepened, though there was no real anger in her eyes. "Well, I would do all that too if I were here!" she huffed, her fingers tapping impatiently against her knee.

"But someone keeps dragging me all over the world!" She shot me a sideways glare, though her eyes were sparkling with affection.

I chuckled, my hand sliding up to rest on the nape of Marina’s neck, my thumb brushing soothing circles against her skin. "Someone has to keep you busy, mi amor," I said, my voice a low tease. "Otherwise, you’d be here spoiling Grandma too much, and then she’d never let you leave."

Grandma cackled, clapping her hands together. "You’re damn right about that!" she said, her voice full of laughter. "I’d keep you here forever, mija! You and all those future bisnietos I’m waiting for!"

Marina groaned, her face flushing again as she buried it in her hands. "Grandma, por favor!" she pleaded, her voice muffled but amused. "You and Jack are impossible!"

Grandma just laughed harder, reaching out to pull Marina’s hands away from her face. "No, mi vida," she said, her voice softening as she cupped Marina’s cheek. "We’re just realistic. And we love you. That’s all."

Marina’s expression softened, her earlier annoyance melting away as she leaned into Grandma’s touch, her body relaxing into the warmth of the embrace. "I love you too, Grandma," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes glistening. "More than anything."

I slowly pulled my hand back from Marina’s ass, my fingers lingering for just a second before I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of her—warm, musky, intoxicating—filled my senses, and I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips as Marina’s face flushed a deep, mortified red. "I’m going to take a shower," I said, my voice smooth, my gaze locking onto Marina’s wide, embarrassed eyes. "You guys chat. I’ll be back."

Grandma chuckled, shaking her head at Marina’s flustered expression before calling out, "Ema! Take Jack and show him to the room. And give him the clothes we bought for him when we went out!"

Ema’s voice came from the hallway, soft but eager. "Okay, Grandma."

I followed Ema inside, the door clicking shut behind us as we stepped into the dimly lit guest room. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and cedar, the space warm and inviting. But before I could take in the details, Ema turned to face me, her green eyes bright with anticipation, her cheeks already flushed pink.

"Master..." she whispered, her voice trembling just slightly as she stepped closer, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her apron. "You didn’t forget about me, did you?"

I looked down at her, taking in the way her red hair caught the light, the freckles dusting her cheeks, the way her lips parted just slightly as she waited for my answer.

I knew these women—created by the system, bound by loyalty, but alive with feeling—were designed to serve me with absolute devotion. And Ema? She wore her heart on her sleeve, her emotions raw and unguarded.

"How could I?" I murmured, my voice low, my hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. My fingers lingered on her cheek, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "You’ve been on my mind, Ema."

Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for just a second as she leaned into my touch. "I want to serve you, Master," she whispered, her voice thick with longing. "In every way."

I didn’t hesitate. My hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her into me as I captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

She melted against me, her body pliant, her fingers clutching at my shirt as she kissed me back with a desperation that sent a jolt of heat through my veins. When I finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with need.