Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 849: Marina’s Comforting Sex

Marina’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and smoldering, as she sauntered toward me with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. I could see it in the way her lips parted slightly, in the way her fingers traced the curve of her own collarbone before she reached for me.

"You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world, my love," she purred, her voice a velvety whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "Let me take it from you."

Before I could respond, she was on me, straddling my lap with a slow, deliberate grace. Her thighs pressed against mine, the heat of her body seeping through the fabric of my clothes.

She cupped my face in her hands, her thumbs brushing my cheekbones as she leaned in, her breath warm and sweet against my lips. "Forget everything else," she murmured, "just feel me."

And then her mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding. Her tongue slid between my lips, teasing, exploring, as if she wanted to taste every inch of me. A soft moan escaped her—"Mmm, yes..."—as she ground her hips against me, the friction sending sparks through my body. I could feel her heartbeat, wild and erratic, matching the rhythm of my own.

She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her lips swollen from our kiss. "I want you so badly," she confessed, her voice husky with desire. "I need to taste you, to feel you inside me."

With a wicked smile, she slid off my lap and onto her knees, her hands already working at the waistband of my pants. The moment my cock was free, she wrapped her fingers around it, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "God, you’re so hard for me," she moaned, her breath hot against my skin. "I love how much you want me."

Her tongue flicked out, tracing the tip of my cock before she took me fully into her mouth. The wet heat of her was almost too much to bear. She hollowed her cheeks, her lips sliding up and down my length with a slow, torturous rhythm. Every time she took me deeper, a muffled "mmm" vibrated against my skin, her moans growing louder, needier.

"Fuck, you taste so good," she gasped, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in, her fingers tightening around the base of my cock. Her free hand slid between her own thighs, her hips rocking slightly as she pleasured herself. "I’m so wet for you," she whimpered, "so fucking wet."

I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers working herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need you inside me," she begged, her voice trembling. "Now."

She rose to her feet, her hands shaking as she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties aside. The sight of her—glistening, ready, her chest heaving with anticipation—was enough to make my head spin. She aligned herself with me, her eyes never leaving mine as she sank down, taking me inch by inch.

"Ohhh, fuck—" she cried out, her head tipping back as she took me fully. "You fill me up so perfectly."

Her hips began to move, rolling in slow, deep circles as she rode me. Every movement was deliberate, every gasp and moan a symphony of pleasure. "Yes, just like that," she breathed, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Harder, baby, I want to feel you everywhere."

I gripped her hips, pulling her down as I thrust up to meet her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her desperate cries. "Oh god, don’t stop—don’t you dare stop!" Her body trembled, her walls clenching around me as she neared her climax.

"I’m going to come," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I’m going to come so hard for you."

With a final, desperate moan—"Fuuuck!"—she shuddered, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. I could feel her juices dripping down my cock, her pleasure so intense it spilled over. But she wasn’t done.

"I want you in my ass," she panted, her eyes wild with lust. "I want to feel you there, stretching me, owning me."

She didn’t wait for an answer. With a wicked grin, she turned around, bending over the arm of the couch and presenting herself to me. "Take me," she begged, her voice raw with need. "Fuck me like you mean it."

I didn’t hesitate. I lined myself up, my cock pressing against her tight entrance. She let out a sharp gasp as I pushed in, her body resisting at first before giving way. "Ohhh, fuck yes!" she cried, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions. "More, give me more!"

Every thrust drew a louder moan from her, her body trembling with the effort of taking me. "You’re so big—so fucking big!" she sobbed, her voice cracking. "I’m going to come again, I can’t—oh god, I can’t—"

And then she did—her body exploding with pleasure as she screamed my name, her voice raw and unfiltered. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her walls pulsed around me, her ass clenching so tightly it was almost painful, each spasm dragging another desperate cry from her lips. "Fuck—fuck—fuck!" Her juices gushed, dripping down my balls, her thighs slick with her release as she trembled uncontrollably, her body completely undone.

I pulled my cock out with a wet pop, a thick bead of cum already dripping from the tip, glistening in the dim light. Marina’s breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she turned to face me, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with satisfaction—and something far more dangerous. Mischief.

She bit her lower lip, her gaze dropping to my cock, still throbbing, still leaking. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Look at you," she purred, her voice dripping with mocking amusement. "All spent and messy... and you still think you’re in control?"

Before I could react, she reached out, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, her thumb swiping over the sensitive tip. I hissed at the contact, my body still buzzing from the intensity of our fucking. She giggled, low and throaty, as she squeezed just enough to make me twitch. "Pathetic," she teased, her nails grazing my skin. "You can’t even last five minutes without falling apart for me."

Her free hand slid between her own thighs, her fingers gliding through the wetness there. She brought them to her lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate pop. "Mmm... still tastes like you," she moaned, her eyes never leaving mine. "But I’m not done with you yet."

She pushed me back against the couch, her body pressing against mine as she straddled me again, her pussy hovering just above my cock. "You’re going to fuck me again," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "And this time, you’re going to make me scream so loud the neighbors hear it."

I groaned as she aligned herself with me, her slick heat already enveloping the tip. "Or what?" I challenged, my hands gripping her hips.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "Or I’ll edge you until you beg me to let you come." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of my ear, and I shuddered. "And we both know you’d do anything to avoid that."

With a slow, torturous roll of her hips, she took me inside her again, her moans filling the room as she sank down inch by inch. "Fuck—" she gasped, her head tipping back. "You feel so good... but don’t think this means you’re off the hook."

Her nails dug into my shoulders as she began to ride me, her movements deliberate, her rhythm punishing. Every time she bottomed out, she let out a breathy "Yes!", her body quivering with the effort. "You’re mine," she panted, her voice rough with desire. "Say it."

I gripped her waist, my fingers pressing into her skin as I thrust up to meet her. "I’m yours," I growled, the words torn from me.

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good boy," she cooed, her hips slamming down harder. "Now fuck me like you mean it."