Taking emma – r18

Taking emma – r18

With a gentle push, Julian laid her back on the bed, his body following hers. The mattress dipped beneath their combined weight, the velvet pillow soft against her skin. She felt a mix of excitement as he positioned himself between her legs.

The candlelight cast flickering shadows across the room, dancing across Julian's muscular body as he hovered over her. His cock, still thick and hard, nudged against her folds, leaving a trail of pre-cum that made her slick and ready.

Julian teased her, the head of his cock sliding along her wetness without penetrating. He watched her face, the play of emotions that flitted across her features.

Her eyes grew stormy with frustration, her breath hitched in her throat, and her teeth sank into her lower lip to hold back a whine of need. She arched her hips upward, silently begging him to fill her, to claim her fully as she knew he wanted to. Yet, he remained elusive, his smirk telling her he was enjoying her desperation.

He leaned over her, his body a wall of muscle and heat, his eyes blazing with a power she had never seen before.

Julian whispered in a low, commanding tone, "Beg for it, Emma. Tell me what you want."

His breath was a warm caress against her cheek, his words a dark promise that sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

Emma's eyes searched his, the blue depths swirling with a mix of desire and something else, something deeper. Then, with a tremble in her voice, she whispered,

"Please, my lord... I want you inside me."

It was a plea, a surrender to the moment, and Julian felt his heart stutter in response.

With a low growl, Julian positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling the heat of her desire against the sensitive skin. He pushed in slowly, watching her face intently for any signs of pain or discomfort.

Emma's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she felt him stretching her, filling her more than she had ever been before. The pain was sharp, a delicious bite that she hadn't anticipated, but she knew it was the price of this power.

"Your pussy is so tight, Emma," he shouted, his voice a raw, primal sound that echoed through the room.

The words seemed to break something within her, and she let out a keening cry, her body shuddering as she climaxed around him. Her pussy clenched down on him, her muscles milking his cock as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

Emma felt a flash of humiliation at his words, the reality of their situation crashing down on her. She was a married woman, a mother, and here she was, being fucked by her young lord, his words a stark reminder of the taboo nature of their actions.

Yet, the feeling of his cock inside her, the power he wielded, and his dominance fueled by the promise of the points from the MILF SYSTEM, it was a heady combination that had her body betraying any sense of reasoning she had ever known.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting Julian's gaze. She could see the question in them, the hunger for her to acknowledge the power he held over her, to confirm that she enjoyed this. And she did.

Despite the guilt that tugged at her heart, she could not deny the pleasure that he brought her.

With a gasp, she whispered, "It feels... it feels incredible."

Julian's eyes lit up with victory, a fierce smile spreading across his face.

"Tell me, Emma," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "How does it feel to be fucked by your young lord?"

His words were a challenge, a demand for her to fully embrace the depravity of their situation.

Emma's eyes went wide, her cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

"It... it feels so good, my lord," she shouted, the words tearing from her throat as his strokes grew harder.