Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 647: Freya’s Cravings

I let out a shuddering breath, my cock twitching again, another thick string of precum dripping down. ”It was torture. Every time she’d brush against me, every time she’d whisper in my ear about how tight she was, how wet she’d be for me... I could smell her. I could taste her on my lips from when she kissed me. But she never let me have her.”

My hips bucked involuntarily, my cock bobbing in the air, the tip weeping with need. ”And now... now I’m tied up, and my cock hurts. It’s throbbing, Sister Freya. It’s so fucking hard it aches. I need—”

I let my body tremble, my breath hitching as I forced my voice into a terrified whimper. ”P-Please, Sister Freya...” My cock twitched violently in the air, another thick bead of precome dripping down my cock, the wetness pooling on my abs.

”D-Don’t ask Emily...” My voice cracked, my eyes welling up with fake tears as I let my lower lip quiver. ”If she refuses to take my cock... I—I can’t...”

A choked sob escaped me, my body shuddering as I let my desperation show. ”I’ll die, Sister Freya. I need it. I need to be inside her—fucking her, filling her up until she’s dripping with my cum.”

Her eyes flared, her thoughts racing: [Oh fuck... He’s really a virgin. And he’s this big? God, I want to see how long he lasts. I want to feel him pulse inside me, feel him swell when he cums, feel his hot seed flooding my cunt while my body milks him dry.]

[If Emily doesn’t take care of him... I will. I’ll fuck him so hard he won’t remember his own name. I’ll make him addicted to this—to me. To the way my pregnant body feels around him, the way I can take every inch of him and still beg for more.]

[I want him to cum inside me. I want to feel him breed me, even though I already am. I want him to lose control, to ruin me, to fill me up until I’m dripping with him.]

Her hand finally brushed against my cock, her fingers wrapping around the base, her touch searing. She stroked upward, slow, deliberate, her thumb swiping through the precome before bringing it to her lips, tasting me with a low, needy moan.

My voice cut off with a choked gasp as Freya’s fingers finally brushed against my cock, her touch searing like a brand. Her hand wrapped around the base, her grip firm and possessive, her fingers barely able to meet around my thickness.

A broken, needy moan tore from my throat, my hips jerking upward involuntarily, desperate for more—more pressure, more friction, more of her.

I forced my expression into a mix of shock and shy hesitation, my cheeks flushing as I let my voice tremble. ”S-Sister Freya—! W-What are you—? D-Don’t—aaaah—!” My cock pulsed in her grip, another thick bead of precome welling up at the tip, dripping down her fingers. The wet sound of her stroking me filled the air, obscene and maddening.

Freya’s thoughts slammed into my mind, raw and hungry: [Oh my God... Emily has been teasing him this whole time... bullying him until he’s trembling with need. Look at that face—so innocent, so desperate. I want to see him beg me to let him cum. I want to hear him whimper my name while I ruin him.]

[Such a treasure. Emily can’t have him all to herself...]

[And my pussy...]

Her breath hitched, her thoughts turning filthy.
[Since I got pregnant, it’s been itching so badly—swollen, sensitive, aching for something thicker than my fingers. His cock... God, his cock would erase every last bit of it. I bet he’d stretch me so good, fill me up until I scream—]

Freya gulped, her grip tightening around my cock, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip. Her free hand pressed against my chest, pinning me down as she leaned in, her heavy, pregnant breasts brushing against my skin. The heat of her body was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal—musky, sweet, fertile—filling my lungs until I could barely think.

She brought a finger to my lips, pressing gently. ”Shhh...”

Her voice was a low purr, her thumb swiping through the precum before bringing it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste me. ”You need a cunt to sink that big, virgin cock into. You need to fuck until you can’t think straight.”

Her other hand drifted to her own body, fingers tracing the swell of her pregnant belly before sliding lower, teasing the hem of her robe. ”Emily’s been cruel, hasn’t she? Making you wait, making you beg...” Her eyes darkened, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

”But I’m not like my sister, Jack. I don’t like to tease.” Her fingers dipped beneath the fabric, and I heard the wet sound of her touching herself, her breath hitching. ”I like to take what I want.”

She leaned in closer, her heavy breasts pressing against my thigh, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. ”And right now, Jack...” Her voice was a husky whisper, her breath hot against my ear.

Freya’s fingers tightened around my cock, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. ”I want to feel that virgin cock stretching me open, Jack.” Her voice was a dark purr, thick with lust.

”I want to ride you until you flood me with that cum you’ve been saving up. I want to milk you dry...” Her grip stroked upward, slow and deliberate, making my cock jolt in her hand. ”I want to feel you pulse inside me while I scream your name.”

Her other hand drifted to her swollen belly, tracing the curve before sliding lower, her fingers teasing the hem of her robe. The scent of her arousal—heavy, musky, fertile—filled the air, mixing with the desperate, salty tang of my own need. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and predatory.

”You want that, don’t you, Jack?” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.

”To feel how a pregnant woman’s pussy feels around your cock...” Her fingers squeezed the base of my cock, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside. ”How tight I’d be... how wet... how my body would clamp around you, milking you until you’re empty.”

My cock throbbed violently in her grip, precome dripping in thick, obscene strings onto my abs. Freya let out a low, amused chuckle, her fingers stroking upward again. ”Looks like you agree.”