Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

I forced my voice to tremble, my body tensing as if I were genuinely hesitant. "N-No, Sister Freya… You're Emily's sister. If she finds out—"

Freya's lips curled into a smirk, her thoughts ringing in my mind like a taunt: [Hmm… Now I'm sure he's such a virgin. Even when I'm offering him a pregnant pussy, he's still worried about Emily. How adorable.]

She tilted her head, her voice dripping with arrogance. "So you don't want my pussy, Jack?"

I swallowed hard, my cock jerking in her hand as I pretended to falter. "That—Sister Freya… I... I..."

Her smirk deepened, her thoughts darkening with amusement: [Such a virgin… and that expression. Why do I want to bully him more? I get why Emily likes to tease him. Maybe I should, too…]

Freya's grip on my cock tightened, her nails digging in just enough to make me gasp. "Looks like you don't want it." She released me abruptly, and my cock bounced, desperate and aching.

"I want it!" The words tore out of me, raw and needy. "I want Sister Freya's pregnant pussy!"

Freya let out a dark, throaty laugh—and then slapped my cock, the sharp sting making me hiss. "But you won't get it…" She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she let the silence stretch, torturous and heavy. "Unless…"

Her breath was hot, her voice a whisper. "Listen carefully now, Emily will be here anytime now." Her fingers trailed down my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. "You'll only get my pussy… if you don't cum inside her." Her lips curled against my ear.

"You have to hold back, Jack. Otherwise…" She pulled away just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Forget about my pussy."

I chuckled inwardly—I'll show her who the real virgin is—but I forced my expression into one of sheer terror. "N-No, don't, Sister Freya! I beg you —"

Freya's thoughts purred in my mind, amused and dark: [Such a cute expression…]

The distant walking from the hallway, sharp and deliberate. Freya's eyes snapped toward the door, her lips curling into a wicked, knowing smile. "That must be Emily." She leaned in one last time, her breath scorching against my ear, her fingers still wrapped possessively around the base of my cock.

"Remember, Jack…" Her voice was a dark, velvety whisper, laced with threat. "Don't. Cum." She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. "I'll be watching."

With that, she released me, her robe swirling around her as she retreated into the bathroom.

The door cracked open just enough for me to catch the glint in her eyes, the way her fingers traced her lips as she watched, waiting—her breath already coming faster, her pregnant body aching with anticipation.

And then—

"Jack~…" Emily's voice, sweet and poisonous, filled the room like a slow, deliberate caress. "Did you miss me?"

She stepped into view, her hair soaking wet, clinging to her shoulders in dark, glistening strands. The purple satin dress—just like Freya's—clung to her body, the fabric so thin I could see the shadow of her nipples, hard and begging for attention.

The dress rode high on her thighs, the hem teasing the swell of her hips as she moved, every step deliberate, every sway of her body a promise of torture.

Her gaze dropped to my throbbing cock, the tip weeping precome, the cock jerking in the air. A slow, cruel smile spread across her lips. "Oh…" Her fingers trailed down her body, her touch light, taunting. "Looks like your cock missed the feeling of rubbing against my pussy…"

She stepped closer, her bare feet silent against the floor, her eyes dark with mischief. "Are you ready to beg for it, Jack?" Without warning, her hand lashed out, slapping my cock hard. The sharp sting made me hiss, my cock swinging from the force, precome splattering onto my abs.

Freya's thoughts flooded my mind, her voice a breathless, giddy whisper: [Ohhh… Poor Jack… Emily's really slapping it so hard… He's trembling—his cock is twitching so badly… He might cum at any moment now…]

[It would be so fun to tease him after he cums… Denying him my pussy, watching that desperate look on his face when he realizes he failed…]

[Oh God… Why am I getting so wet just thinking about it?]

I clenched my jaw, forcing my voice to sound defiant despite the ache in my balls, the burning need coiling in my gut. "Never…"

Emily's smile turned downright evil. In one fluid motion, she climbed on top of me, the satin dress riding up her thighs as she straddled my hips. She stood up, her pussy hovering just above my cock, the heat of her radiating against my tip.

"This dress…" She tugged at the hem, the fabric sliding effortlessly over her skin. "Is perfect for sneaky sex…" Her fingers hooked into the neckline, pulling it down just enough to free her tits, her hard nipples pebbling in the cool air. "No trouble taking it off… or putting it back on…"

She wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock, her grip tight, her thumb swiping over the slick tip. "Looks like I have to use my ultimate move on you, Jack." Her voice was a sweet, venomous purr, her eyes locked onto mine as she lowered herself, the heat of her pussy brushing against my tip.

I groaned, my hips jerking upward instinctively—but she pulled back, letting my cock slip against her wetness without entering. "Mmm…" She rocked her hips, teasing me, the head of my cock dragging through her folds, coating itself in her arousal.

"You want this, don't you?" She sank down just enough to take the tip, her walls clamping around me for a single, maddening second—before she pulled back, letting me slip out with a wet, obscene sound.

"Fuck—!" The word tore from my throat, my cock throbbing, my body shuddering with the effort of not snapping, not forcing her down, not burying myself inside her.

Emily giggled, her fingers tightening around my cock as she rocked against me again, her pussy dragging along my length, soaking me in her heat. "You're so close, Jack~…" Her voice was a taunting whisper, her breath hitching as she ground against me, her clit rubbing against my cock. "All you have to do… is beg."

Freya's thoughts ringing in my mind, dripping with sadistic delight: [Look at him… He's trembling—his cock is leaking so much… He's right on the edge…]