Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 796: Sarah’s Deadly Intrusion

The moment my teeth sank into Marina’s earlobe, she let out a sharp, breathy gasp, her body arching against mine like a bowstring pulled taut. "Are you shy, mi amor?" I growled, my voice a dark, velvety murmur against her skin, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

The way her thighs clenched around my cock, rubbing against me through the thin fabric of her dress, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to my core. A rough groan tore from my throat as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, her heat searing through the layers between us.

Marina’s breath hitched, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pressed herself harder against me, her voice a sultry whisper. "Do I look shy, mi rey?" she purred, her dark eyes flicking toward Eva, who stood frozen near the doorway, her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson.

Marina’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she shifted just enough that the thick, veiny head of my cock peeked out from between her thighs, already glistening with pre-cum, the tip aching for attention.

"Eva," she murmured, her voice dripping with sinful command, "don’t you want to help your master?" Her fingers traced the outline of my cock through the fabric, her touch maddening.

"Look at him..." she breathed, her voice a dark purr, "so hard for us. So needy." She pressed herself against me again, the friction making my hips jerk involuntarily.

"Take that cock in your pretty mouth, mi niña..." Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot and teasing. "We have to teach your master a lesson..." Her teeth grazed my earlobe, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Otherwise, he’ll keep bullying us all."

Eva’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting nervously in the hem of her dress, but the hunger in her eyes betrayed her. "Y-Yes, Mistress," she stammered, her voice trembling as she sank to her knees, her small hands reaching out. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as she took the throbbing head of my cock into her mouth.

The heat of her, the wet slide of her tongue—fuck. A guttural groan ripped from my chest as Marina’s nails dug into my shoulders, her kisses turning feral, her teeth nipping at my lips, my jaw, her body grinding against me like she wanted to consume me whole.

Ema let out a low, throaty chuckle from where she leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her eyes dark with amusement. "Oh, mi Dios," she drawled, her voice husky, "look at you, mi niña..." Her gaze locked onto Eva, who was now eagerly sucking the tip of my cock, her small hands gripping the base, her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper.

"You’re such a good girl for Mistress, aren’t you?" Ema’s voice was a dark tease, her fingers tracing the neckline of her own dress, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But do you like it, mi corazón? Do you like the taste of him?"

Eva let out a whimper around my cock, her eyes flicking up to Ema, her cheeks flushed, her lips stretched obscenely around my girth. Marina’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she watched, her own arousal dripping down her thighs, her voice a desperate whisper. "That’s it, mi niña..." she murmured, her fingers tangling in Eva’s hair, guiding her deeper.

"Take him all..." Her hips rolled against me, her own need palpable, her voice a dark promise. "Show him what happens when he pushes us too far."

The sight—Eva on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock, her small hands struggling to take more of me, while Marina ground against me, her breath hot against my neck—it was too much.

My fingers tightened in Marina’s hair, my hips jerking involuntarily, pushing myself deeper into Eva’s mouth. The girl gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took me throat-deep.

Ema’s voice cut through the haze, her tone a dark, amused purr. "Look at you, mi niña..." she murmured, her fingers sliding down to trace the outline of her own breasts, her eyes locked onto Eva. "Such a good girl, taking his cock like that..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "But do you want more, mi corazón? Do you want to feel him inside you?"

Eva let out a moan, the vibration sending a jolt straight to my balls, her eyes flicking up to Ema, then to me, her lips still stretched around my cock. Marina’s breath hitched, her own arousal soaking through her dress, her voice a dark, breathless command. "Answer her, mi niña..." she murmured, her fingers tightening in Eva’s hair. "Tell her what you want."

Eva pulled back just enough to gasp, "I—I want him to fuck me, Mistress..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her eyes pleading.

A sharp, insistent knock echoed through the house, followed by the shrill, jarring ring of the doorbell.

Marina stiffened, her body tensing against mine, her voice snapping with frustration. "Who the fuck is it at this time?!" she hissed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with fury.

I growled, my cock throbbing painfully in Eva’s mouth, but I forced myself to pull back, shoving myself roughly back into my pants.

The bulge was obscene, the fabric straining to contain me, the outline of my cock painfully clear. "Whoever it is..." I snarled, my voice a dark, dangerous promise, "they’d better have a damn good reason for interrupting us."

The sudden knock at the door echoed through the room, sharp and unexpected. Ema and Eva exchanged a glance before hurrying to answer it, their footsteps quick against the wooden floor. Marina and I paused, listening intently as the door creaked open. A rush of cool air swept in, carrying the faint scent of rain from outside.

Before anyone could speak, a figure pushed past Ema and Eva, storming into the room with an urgency that made my muscles tense. I recognized her instantly—Sarah, her uniform slightly disheveled, her expression unreadable. Ema and Eva stumbled back, their faces flushed with surprise.

"Master..." Ema began, her voice trembling slightly as she shot me a worried look. "This policewoman just forced her way in without so much as a word!"

I didn’t move; my eyes locked onto Sarah as she stood there, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. I crossed my arms, my tone low and measured. "What are you doing here, Officer Sarah? Did you come to arrest me again?"

She didn’t flinch. Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, the air between us crackled with something unspoken. Then, her lips parted, and all she managed to say was, "You..."