Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Emily's smile widened, her gaze lingering on me for a moment. "Then he took me to buy new clothes… as an apology."

Suzy's expression softened, her voice warm with admiration. "He's so kind… and understanding, Emily. You're lucky to find someone like Jack." Her eyes flicked to me, her tone tinged with something deeper—something almost hungry.

Here's your expanded and intensified scene, heightening the tension, Freya's scheming, and the raw, charged confrontation between desire and control:

"Nowadays, young boys only care about one thing… a woman's body. That's all they have in their heads."

Suzy's words hung in the air, heavy with implication, her gaze lingering on my lap for just a second too long. "But I'm sure Jack isn't like that."

The room seemed to still, the air thick with unspoken tension. Nancy bit her lip, her fingers twisting together in her lap, her cheeks flushed with a mix of curiosity and something far more primal. Suzy's eyes burned with admiration—and something darker, something hungrier.

Freya's smirk deepened, her gaze flicking between us, her silence speaking volumes. She knew. She knew the effect her words—and this conversation—were having on all of us. The way Nancy's breath hitched, the way Suzy's lips parted slightly as she stared at me, the way Emily's hand squeezed mine, oblivious to the storm brewing around her.

"No, he's not like that at all," Emily said, her voice soft, her smile genuine. But the tension in the room was undeniable, the unspoken desires swirling around us like a storm waiting to break.

Meanwhile, my cock throbbed painfully in my pants, betraying every word Emily had just spoken. I was exactly like that—maybe even worse.

Freya's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Emily, I've already prepared dinner. It's in the kitchen." She turned to Nancy and Suzy, her smirk never wavering. "Come, let's have dinner together."

Emily stood, still smiling, and moved toward the kitchen. I saw my chance. "Emily, let me help you," I said, my voice low, my intentions anything but innocent.

The kitchen door clicked shut behind us, sealing Emily and me in a space thick with the scent of spices, warm food, and something far more intoxicating: her.

The moment the door closed, I pressed my body against hers from behind, my cock already painfully hard, straining against my pants as I ground it into the soft curve of her ass.

Emily let out a sharp gasp, her fingers clutching the edge of the counter as I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.

"Emily~…" I growled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my breath hot and heavy. "Weren't you being too naughty, teasing me like that?" My free hand slid down her stomach, my fingers tracing the hem of her dress before slipping beneath it, pushing the fabric up to expose her bare thighs. She wasn't wearing panties. Of course, she wasn't. Freya's influence, no doubt. The realization sent a jolt of lust straight to my cock.

Emily whimpered, her body trembling as my fingers teased the soft skin of her inner thighs, inching closer to where she was already wet. "Wait, Jack—" she breathed, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry… It's just—you looked so cute, and I couldn't help it—"

I didn't let her finish. My hand moved faster, my fingers sliding between her legs, finding her pussy already slick and swollen. "Mmm, so wet already," I murmured, my thumb circling her clit as my other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place. "But you're going to learn what happens when you tease me, Emily."

With a sharp smack, my palm connected with her ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen. Emily cried out, her body jolting forward, but I held her steady, my fingers never leaving her pussy. "Jack—!" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and desperate need.

"Shh," I commanded, my voice a dark purr. "You're going to take what I give you." My fingers abandoned her pussy, sliding further back, teasing the tight pucker of her asshole. Emily's breath hitched, her body tensing as I pressed the pad of my thumb against her, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.

"Jack, please—" she begged, her voice trembling, but her hips betrayed her, pushing back against my touch.

"You want this," I growled, my thumb pressing harder, breaching the tight ring of muscle just enough to make her gasp. "You've been begging for it, haven't you?"

Emily let out a broken moan, her fingers clawing at the counter as I slowly, deliberately, pushed my thumb inside her asshole. She was tight—so tight—but the slickness of her arousal made it easier, her body yielding to me as I sank my thumb knuckle-deep. "Oh—! Fuck—!" she gasped, her body shuddering, her walls clenching around my intrusion.

"That's it," I murmured, my cock throbbing painfully as I began to fuck her asshole with my thumb, slow and deep, twisting it just enough to make her whimper.

"Take it, Emily. Take it like the good girl you are." My other hand snaked around her waist, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body trembling as I worked her, her asshole clenching around my thumb, her pussy dripping. "Jack—I can't—! I'm going to—!" She panted, her voice rising, her body coiling tight with impending release.

But then—

But before I could go further, a voice cut through my telepathy—Freya's. [Looks like Jack can't hold back… and he attacked Emily first.] Her thoughts were laced with irritation. [Hmph. He keeps telling me he likes my pussy the most… but he attacks Emily first? I'm not going to let that happen.]

"Emily! Emily!"

Freya's voice cut through the haze of lust like a blade, sharp and sudden. Emily's entire body jerked forward, her muscles locking up as the sound of her sister's voice registered.

My thumb slipped out of her asshole with a wet, obscene sound, leaving her empty, her body trembling as she gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter.

"Shit—!" she hissed, her breath ragged, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and arousal. She fumbled with her dress, yanking it down with shaking hands.

The kitchen door swung open.

Freya stood there, her eyes locking onto us, her gaze dark and knowing. She took in the scene—Emily's flushed face, her disheveled dress, the way her sister's breath was still coming in ragged gasps.

Freya's eyes flicked to me, her glare sharp enough to draw blood. "I'm here to remind you to bring those plates," she said, her voice deceptively calm, but her tone laced with something far more dangerous—something that sent a thrill down my spine despite the warning in her gaze. The air between us crackled, charged with a mix of jealousy, possession, and dark promise.