Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties-Chapter 989: Barry’s Twisted Hospitality

Kate’s jealous little thought hit me like a filthy confession straight into my brain through the telepathic bond:

[Hmph... you don’t have a girlfriend, huh? Then what about that married slut Jennifer? She’s somebody else’s wife too, just like me... and you fucked her so goddamn hard that night. You let her ride your face like a desperate whore, grinding her soaked cunt all over your tongue until she squirted down your throat.]

[You’re such a bad fucking guy, Jack... a total cock-hungry player who ruins married pussy and doesn’t even care. Why does thinking about you stretching her cheating hole make me so wet and pissed at the same time? I hate it... But I want to be the only one you wreck from now on.]

Her jealous voice echoed loud and clear in my head, thick with envy and dripping with arousal. I had to bite back a smirk. God, she’s getting possessive already.

Out loud, Kate’s voice came out soft and needy, barely hiding how turned on she still was. "Can... can you help me to the bathroom... please?"

I nodded, my cock already throbbing hard again in my pants from her filthy inner monologue. Without a word, I stepped forward and scooped her up into a full princess carry, one strong arm hooked under her knees and the other wrapped around her back, pressing her naked body tight against my chest.

The thin blanket slipped dangerously low the second I lifted her, exposing the full swell of her heavy tits, her hard pink nipples, and the soft curve of her belly. Her swollen, freshly-fucked pussy was barely hidden, and I could feel the sticky warmth of our dried cum still smeared between her thighs brushing against my forearm.

"J-Jack... oh fuck," she gasped, her breath hitching as her sore body jolted in my arms. Her legs dangled helplessly, and the movement made her wince. Through the bond, her thoughts turned pure filth:

[He’s carrying me like I’m his personal fucktoy... his big, strong arms holding me so easily. My pussy is still so puffy and raw from how deeply he pounded me last night. I can feel my asshole twitching and gaping open, like it’s still hungry for his thick cock to stretch it again. And Jennifer got to ride his face?]

[That lucky bitch probably came all over his mouth while he tongue-fucked her married cunt... I want that too. I want to smother him with my sloppy, cum-filled pussy right now.]

I carried her slowly across the room, my rock-hard erection pressing shamelessly against her hip through my pants with every step. She could definitely feel it throbbing against her soft skin. "You’re still so fucking wet and messy down there, aren’t you?" I murmured low in her ear, my voice rough. "I can feel how swollen you are just from carrying you."

Kate whimpered, burying her face in my neck as we reached the bathroom. The cool tile floor greeted her feet when I gently set her down, but I kept one hand on her waist, steadying her trembling body.

The blanket finally dropped to the floor completely, leaving her fully naked in front of me — tits heaving, nipples stiff, her shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening with a fresh trickle of her own juices mixed with the remnants of my cum from last night. Her tight little asshole still looked slightly open and red, winking as she shifted.

I looked down at her ruined holes and asked in a low, dirty voice, "Do you want me to help you wash, Kate? I could get in the shower with you... "

Kate shook her head quickly, but her eyes were glassy with lust, and her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to hide how soaked she was getting again.

"You... you should go back... I’ll be fine," Kate whispered, her voice shaky and completely unconvincing. Her fat nipples were still rock-hard, poking out obscenely like they were begging for a rough pinch, and a thick, pearly drop of her creamy arousal slowly oozed down the inside of her smooth thigh, leaving a shiny, slutty trail all the way to her knee. Her swollen pussy lips were visibly puffy and glistening, still leaking the mess I’d pumped into her all night.

Through the telepathic bond, her mind was screaming the complete opposite — pure, desperate, filthy whore mode:

[No, don’t go! Stay and wash me, Jack... shove your thick fingers deep into my aching, cum-filled cunt and finger-fuck the soreness right out of me. Stretch my ruined hole again until I’m squirting all over the bathroom floor like a cheap whore.]

[Then get on your knees and lick my gaping asshole clean while I moan like a dirty married slut. Eat every drop of the cum you pumped into my shithole last night.]

Another wave of nasty thoughts crashed in right after:

[Jennifer got to ride your face like a greedy whore — grinding her married pussy all over your tongue until she flooded your mouth. I want that so fucking bad, too.]

[I want to sit on your face right now, smother you with my sloppy, cum-leaking cunt, and grind my clit against your nose until I cum so hard my legs give out and I can’t walk straight for days. I’m such a filthy cheating slut for craving this... but my pussy and asshole still feel so fucking empty without your massive cock stretching and ruining them again.]

I gave her one last long, hungry look, eyes devouring her naked, trembling body, then turned and walked out of the bathroom. My cock was painfully hard again, throbbing visibly in my pants as I left the suite entirely.

I wasn’t done playing this game yet. I wanted to look the pathetic cuckold king right in the eyes and see what kind of weak bullshit he would spout while his wife’s holes were still wrecked by me.

I stepped into the hallway and made my way toward the main living area of the large suite. Barry was already there, pacing back and forth near the entrance like a nervous little bitch.

The second he spotted me, he rushed over, his face flushed and eyes darting everywhere except directly at mine.

"Mr. Jack... are you alright?" he asked, his voice high and shaky. "I mean... after last night... You were pretty out of it. I hope everything’s okay."