The Harem of Juicy MILFs

Chapter 31: Is there anything better than sex?

The purple velvet couch creaked under their weight, a dull sound of tired springs. Electhra, lying on her back, had her neck sunk into the armrest. Her milky skin captured the dim light, each curve highlighted by a budding sweat that beaded at the base of her breasts and along her ribs. Her purple hair, stuck in places to her temples, formed a damp mess around her face. Her chest rose in jerks, her hard nipples pointing toward the ceiling.

Gerhman dropped his shirt to the floor. His torso was visible. The spiderweb patterns tattooed on his neck seemed to stretch when he turned his head. He knelt, his knees sinking into the velvet beside Electhra’s hips.

His hands grabbed her thighs, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He spread them with a sharp motion, and Electhra jumped, her spine arching briefly against the fabric.

He leaned forward. His mouth crushed against the inside of her right thigh, his teeth scraping the skin just before his tongue came to soothe the burn. He moved up slowly, leaving a trail of wet kisses, each pause marked by a light bite that made the muscle twitch under the skin. When he reached the crease of her groin, Electhra held her breath.

His tongue plunged between her lips, sliding up her already slippery slit in one stroke.

"Ahh nngh!"

The sound escaped her, a high-pitched moan cut off by a groan when he pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit. Her hips lifted on their own, but he placed a flat hand on her lower belly, forcing her to stay against the couch.

"Nngh ah, master, fuck..."

Her head was thrown back, her jaw open, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of her lips while he worked his tongue in fast, flat circles. Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling at the roots, and he growled against her flesh, the vibration making her entire lower belly tremble.

"Mhh mmmh, yeah, like that," she panted, her breath catching when he slid two fingers inside her without warning. His knuckles knocked against her bone, and she screamed, a raw cry tearing from her throat:

"Ah ah fuck, yes, there!"

He curled his fingers inward, rubbing against the rough wall, while his mouth did not slow down. Electhra arched her back until her vertebrae cracked, her nails raking Gerhman’s scalp. Her thighs trembled around his ears, a spasmodic pulse that shook her whole body.

Gerhman did not rush. He tasted her like one savors a rare nectar, his tongue exploring every fold, every crease, lingering on her clit with surgical precision that raised Electhra’s moans by an octave. His hands, meanwhile, moved up along her hips, his fingers finding her entrance. He inserted two without warning, pushing them deep in one fluid motion while his mouth continued its work.

"Ah... Master..." panted Electhra, her head falling back, her breasts rising under the assault of sensations. "Yes... like that..."

Gerhman fingered her in rhythm, his movements accelerating in sync with the strokes of his tongue on her clit. He felt Electhra’s walls tighten around his fingers, her body tensing beneath him. He did not wait to add a third finger, stretching her deliberately, filling her while his mouth redoubled in intensity.

Electhra cried out, her orgasm hitting her like a wave, shaking her entire body. Her legs clamped around Gerhman’s head, her hands gripping his graying hair like a lifeline. But Gerhman did not stop. He continued fingering her through the spasms, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed, panting, on the couch.

He stood up, his own desire evident, his cock erect and glistening. Electhra, her eyes still misty, devoured him with her gaze, a satisfied smile on her lips. She reached out a hand to grab him, but Gerhman stopped her with a gesture.

"Not yet." He flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid maneuver, grabbing her by the hips to put her on her knees on the couch. Her breasts crushed against the velvet, her fingers gripping the backrest.

He penetrated her in one thrust, a movement that made her cry out. He sank fully into her, the sensation of his cock filling every corner of her body. Electhra rolled her hips against him, urging him to continue, and he did.

He took her with a vigor that made the couch legs shake against the floor. His hands held her hips in place as he possessed her, his powerful and measured thrusts, each push making her moan against the velvet. She arched further, her ass pressing against his pelvis, encouraging him to go harder, deeper.

"Master... please..." she sobbed, the loss of control clear in her broken voice. "Don’t stop..."

Gerhman grabbed a handful of her purple hair, pulling her head back as he pounded her, a raw sound escaping his throat. He felt his balls slap against her with each thrust, the rhythm becoming frantic. Electhra, caught between his fingers in her hair and the brutality of his thrusts, let herself go, her second orgasm rising in her like a tidal wave.

He felt her tighten around him, a wave of heat enveloping him, and it was that sensation that made him tip over. He sank into her one last time, so deep that it took her breath away, a raw and muffled gasp, and spilled inside her in a series of powerful spasms. His hips slammed against her ass with a dull, wet sound, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her hips to the point of leaving white marks. He held her still, his body tense, his abs hardened like wood, until the last drop of his pleasure left him, his cock still throbbing deep inside her in a final jerk.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, his forehead resting against her nape, his short and burning breath against her damp skin. Electhra, still on her knees, trembled beneath him, her thighs shaken by residual shivers, her fingers clenched on the velvet of the couch. He withdrew slowly, a thick, slippery sound accompanying the movement, and she collapsed on the couch, her cheek against the velvet, her hair forming a purple halo around her, stuck in places to her damp temples.

She felt the cum run down her thigh, a hot, slow trail that descended to the hollow of her knee, a mark of possession that she welcomed with silent pride. She turned slowly, propping herself up on her elbows, her purple eyes shining with a light both sated and insatiable, her breasts still rising with her panting breath. Gerhman, standing above her, looked at her with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, his cock still glistening, half-soft, crossed with prominent veins.

"You are magnificent like this," he said, his voice rough like gravel, his fingers brushing her bare shoulder where drops of sweat still beaded.

Electhra smiled, a gleam of satisfaction in her gaze, her lips swollen and reddened. She sat up more gently this time, unconcerned by her naked body, and took his hand. She brought it to her lips, placing a kiss in the hollow of his palm, before pressing that hand against her breast, where her heart was still racing, a fast and jerky rhythm under his fingers.