Novelas y relatos de Milf

Always Mila. Mirabella’s moans grew louder, her nails biting into my skin as she neared her climax. Her tight walls clenched around me, dragging me over the edge with her, but the release was hollow, a fleeting moment of physical satisfaction that did nothing to quell the storm inside me. I slumped against the car door, breathless and unsatisfied, the cramped space of the Hennessey Venom GT adding to my discomfort. The sleek, luxurious car wasn’t designed for this, but I hadn’t been able to wait. I’d needed to bury myself in someone, anyone, to try and exorcize the hold Mila had over me.

This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest. But fuck it, I saw an opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I decided right then and there that I was gonna get my hands on both the MILF and the stepdaughter. If I played my cards right, I could turn them into my own personal fucking ATM. I was gonna milk them dry, and they wouldn't even know what hit 'em.

Aidan whispered into her ear, “That’s it, sweetheart...cum...let go...for us.” His words were all it took for Millie's body to react. She climaxed against Evan’s mouth, her hips jerking uncontrollably in response to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her. Ethan quickly covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked it hard. Aidan reached over and held her hips down while she screamed—waves of intense pleasure washing over her.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Mili wasn't sure how to be a good girl at this point when all she could imagine was him hitting it real hard inside of her until she couldn't imagine anything at all. Mili could not help whine again when he lifted her slightly from his hardness. But all he did was start to drive himself in and out of her. She cried out but in pleasure. Her hands squished her boobs and she arched her back more into him as he fucked her hard and raw. Mili tried to catch another glimpse of them in the mirror but all she could see was a blur of her getting ravished.

Lucky us. I apply some eyeliner and mascara regardless, on the off chance I happen to find my own mate at the party. Although I highly doubt I will be mated to someone of Alpha blood. A girl can only hope for her own salvation, right? “What’s upppppp, girlfriend?”. Millie barges through my bedroom door like she owns the place. “Hey, barbie! What’s up?”. I grin, glancing at her through my mirror. “Bite me”. She flips me off, before dropping herself onto my bed.

Emilie’s POV: The morning sun filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the fabric of the deep emerald gown Milo had chosen for me. It hugged my frame tightly, the neckline plunging just enough to make me feel exposed, yet the elegance of it was undeniable. Tonight, I wasn’t just Emilie, the girl who’d traded her freedom for her father’s life. Tonight, I was Milo Petrov’s wife, and he intended for the world to know it.

I heard Triston's soft snores as we finally landed. This was supposed to be our refuel spot then we would be taken directly to our private island. An attenedent came up to my side, "May I interest you in some late lunch?" I felt my stomach grumble at the notion, nodding to her. "We have a braised beef bolognese, miso-crusted salmon or duck n bao?" I stared out at Triston, trying to see if I could order for him. Then I recalled... Nothing I cooked nowadays, no meals were truly shared. He was always eating something else. Instead I answered for myself, "I will have the salmon." I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee.

Lydia breathed, but the protest melted into a needy moan as Mila’s fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over her swollen clit. “Stop?” Mila chuckled darkly, pushing two fingers deep into Lydia’s cum-slick heat in one smooth thrust. “Or should I stuff this dripping cunt full and fuck you properly?” Lydia’s knees buckled. “Ahh—! Mila— fuck…” “You’re not fooling anyone, baby,” Mila murmured, lips brushing Lydia’s ear. “Stop pretending. You don’t want gentle, vanilla sex with your boyfriend. You want someone who fucks you so well you forget your own name. Someone who makes this pretty pussy gush and clench like a desperate little slut.”

she said, loud enough for him to hear. “Ha! You wish. I’d rather stick it in a hole than fuck you, Ms. Fakey,” he replied in the same tone, loud enough for everyone to hear. There were murmurs of “burns” and “she deserves it,” but Mila masked her discomfort with a dry laugh. “I’ll bet the hole doesn’t get STDs from you, since you can’t help but stick it in every skirt you see,” she smirked at him. “Scowls don’t look good on you, Miller,” she added with a wink.

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th