Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 890: Officer Sarah’s Urgent Request

Gabriela’s body had gone limp and heavy on top of me, her full breasts squashed against my chest, nipples still stiff and dragging with every slow inhale.

She’d ridden me until her thighs shook and her voice cracked into hoarse little screams, and now she was out cold—passed out in that perfect post-orgasm collapse, her sweat-slick skin glued to mine.

My cock was still buried deep inside her pussy, half-hard and throbbing lazily in the hot, creamy mess we’d made together.

Every time she breathed out, her inner walls fluttered weakly around me, milking one last lazy squeeze, and I could feel the thick overflow of my cum starting to leak—warm, sticky rivulets seeping out around the base of my shaft, trickling down my balls and pooling on the sheets beneath us.

The room smelled like raw sex: her tangy arousal, my musk, the faint salty bite of sweat between her tits still pressed to my skin. I didn’t move—didn’t want to. Just lay there enjoying the slow drip-drip of our combined mess, the way her cunt kept twitching in her sleep like it was dreaming of more.

Then my phone buzzed on the nightstand—a sharp, insistent vibration cutting through the quiet.

Gabriela murmured something incoherent, lips brushing my collarbone. Her pussy clenched hard around me in reflex—tight, sudden, greedy—squeezing another thick bead of cum out past my cock. She shifted, hips rolling once in sleepy instinct, and the motion dragged me halfway out. I groaned low as her slick walls clung, reluctant to let go.

With a soft, wet pop, my cock finally slipped free.

A gush followed immediately—hot, pearly cum pouring from her gaping pussy in a slow, obscene flood. It coated my shaft, ran down my thighs, soaked the already-ruined sheets. Gabriela sighed in her sleep, thighs parting wider as if inviting the cool air against her leaking hole. Her clit was still swollen, peeking red and shiny from the mess.

I didn’t reach for the phone with my hands.

Instead, I flexed that quiet power inside me—telekinesis humming low in my veins like a second heartbeat. The phone lifted smoothly from the nightstand, floating toward me in a gentle arc. The screen lit up in the dim room: Sarah calling.

I swiped to answer mid-air, pressing the speaker to my ear just as Gabriela nuzzled closer, murmuring something soft and needy against my neck.

"Jack..." Sarah’s voice came through—breathless, urgent, edged with something that sounded dangerously close to a moan. "There’s an emergency... come here quickly. I’m waiting for you..."

That was it. No more words. Just heavy breathing on the line, then the call cut.

I stared at the floating phone for a second, cock twitching back to full hardness against Gabriela’s thigh, still slick with our cum. A slow grin spread across my face.

"SERA," I said quietly, voice rough from earlier exertion.

The AI’s smooth, feminine tone answered instantly from the hidden speakers in the room. "Yes, Master?"

"Tell me what’s going on with Sarah. Is she in danger?"

A brief pause—long enough to notice. "I’m sorry, Master... I cannot disclose any details. I have received explicit instructions from Boss Marina not to inform you of the situation."

I chuckled low in my throat, the sound vibrating through Gabriela’s sleeping body. She shifted again, pussy lips sliding wetly along my thigh, leaving a fresh trail of cum.

"Of course you can’t," I murmured, already knowing. "Marina and Sarah cooked something up together, didn’t they? Some little ’emergency’ that requires me to show up hard, dripping, and ready to wreck whatever they’ve got waiting."

I laughed softly, letting the phone drift back to the nightstand. Gabriela stirred, eyelids fluttering, her hand sliding down my abs toward my cock like muscle memory. "Mmm... Jack...?" she mumbled, voice thick with sleep and leftover lust. "Who...?"

I rolled us gently so she was on her back, legs falling open, cum still leaking in slow pulses from her swollen pussy. I leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "Just Sarah. Says it’s an emergency."

My fingers trailed through the mess between her thighs, scooping up a thick glob of our combined release and bringing it to her lips. She sucked instinctively, tongue swirling. "Think she and Marina want me to come over and... handle it."

Gabriela’s voice was still thick with sleep and satisfaction as she murmured against my chest, "Husband... then go... and see if they need any help..." Her fingers trailed lazily down my abs one last time, scooping a final smear of our mixed cum from her leaking pussy and bringing it to her lips with a sleepy, filthy smile.

I kissed her hard—tasting myself on her tongue—then rolled off the bed. Clothes went on in seconds: shirt half-buttoned, pants zipped over a cock that was already thickening again at the thought of what waited. I didn’t bother with shoes.

Instead, I flexed that inner power, telekinesis humming through my veins like liquid fire. My body lifted smoothly off the floor, Gabriela’s soft "Be safe... " fading below me as I shot through the open window and into the night sky.

The city blurred beneath me—lights streaking like comets—as I followed the GPS ping Sarah had sent earlier. Wind whipped my shirt open, cooling the drying sweat and cum still clinging to my skin.

The smell was unmistakable: heavy musk, Gabriela’s tangy squirt, my thick seed dried in salty patches on my thighs and lower abs. It clung to me like a second skin.

I slowed as the coordinates resolved into a quiet suburban house—single-story, lights dim except for one warm glow in the front window. I hovered twenty feet up, invisible in the dark.

"SERA," I said quietly, "whose house is this?"

The AI’s voice answered directly in my earpiece, smooth and amused. "It belongs to Sarah, Master. Registered in her name. No other occupants listed."

I grinned. Of course.

I descended silently, landing on the front path with barely a sound. My bare feet met cool concrete. I knocked—three firm raps.

The door opened after a long, deliberate pause.

Sarah stood there in full police uniform: crisp navy blue, badge gleaming under the porch light, cap tilted just so, belt heavy with cuffs and radio. Her cheeks were already flushed pink; her pupils blown wide the second she saw me.

"You’re... already here," she breathed, voice catching. "Come in."

I stepped inside, playing the panicked husband perfectly. "Is everything okay? Are you alright? Your call sounded—"

Sarah shut the door behind me with a soft click, locking it. "Everything’s alright," she said quickly. "It’s just..."

I stepped closer. "Just what?"

She froze. Her nostrils flared. She inhaled—once, twice—deep and deliberate. "What’s... that smell?"