Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 710: A Blowjob from the Boss

Chapter 710: A Blowjob from the Boss

She humd in satisfaction, her lips wrapping around

again, her head bobbing as she found a rhythm that made my toes curl. "Good," she murmured around , the word vibrating against my skin. "Because I’m not stopping until you—"

Her words cut off as she took

deeper, her throat relaxing just enough to let

slide in further. I let out a broken moan, my fingers threading through her hair as pleasure coiled tight in my gut. "Natalya, I’m close—"

She didn’t pull back. Instead, she doubled down, her hand working the base as her mouth moved faster, her determination overriding any hesitation. "Co on," she muttered between strokes, her voice a mix of challenge and need. "I want to see you lose control."

Her words sent

spiraling. My hips jerked as I ca hard, my release hitting the back of her throat. Natalya gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she tried to swallow, but so of it spilled past her lips, staining them, dripping down her chin.

She pulled back with a gasp, her chest heaving as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression a mix of shock and satisfaction.

"Oh my God," she breathed, her voice trembling. "That was... a lot."

I reached down, pulling her up to kiss

deeply, tasting myself on her lips. "You were amazing," I murmured against her mouth, my voice thick with admiration.

She blushed, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kissed

back, her body trembling slightly. "I made a ss," she mumbled, her voice embarrassed but pleased.

"Best ss I’ve ever seen," I teased, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips.

She laughed softly, her forehead resting against mine. "You’re ridiculous," she whispered, but her smile was warm, her eyes shining with sothing deeper than just satisfaction.

"And you’re incredible," I murmured, pulling her closer, my heart swelling with love for her.

She snuggled against , her body fitting perfectly against mine as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms. The morning light spilled over us, but in that mont, nothing else mattered—just us, and the raw, unfiltered intimacy we had just shared.

Then, a knock at the door shattered the quiet.

Natalya tensed for just a second, her body going rigid before she quickly pulled the blanket up to cover us both. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the edge of irritation beneath it. "Co in."

Polina stepped inside, her sharp eyes imdiately taking in the scene—Natalya still in my arms, the two of us tangled beneath the blanket.

For a split second, surprise flickered across her face, but she quickly composed herself, her expression returning to its usual professional mask. "Boss..." she began, her voice careful, almost hesitant.

Natalya didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she simply looked up at Polina, her voice calm but edged with authority. "What is it, Polina? What’s happened now?"

Polina’s gaze flicked between us before settling on Natalya. "Boss, we’ve just received so troubling news. Vito had an older brother. He’s mobilizing his forces. He’s coming for us after finding out we killed Vito."

Natalya’s grip on

tightened slightly, her voice cold and unyielding. "Then let him co. We’ll be ready for him. He won’t know what hit him."

Polina gave a curt nod, her expression grim. "Understood, Boss. But there’s more. This brother, Andrey, is not like Vito. He’s smarter, more connected. We need to be careful."

Natalya’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching. "We’re always careful, Polina. But we don’t back down. Not from anyone."

Polina hesitated for a mont, then nodded again. "Yes, Boss." She turned to leave, but before she could, Natalya’s phone rang.

She reached for it without letting go of , her fingers brushing against my chest as she answered. "Dad..."

I could hear Nikolai’s voice on the other end, low and urgent. "Natalya, listen to

carefully. You need to stay underground for now. You can’t touch Vito’s brother."

Natalya’s body stiffened, her grip on the phone tightening. "Why not?" she demanded, her voice sharp and filled with frustration. "After what they did to Viper? After what they did to us?"

Nikolai’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argunt. "Andrey is an FBI informant. If you hurt him, the FBI will be all over us. We can’t afford that kind of heat right now, Natalya. We have to handle this smart."

Natalya’s expression darkened, her jaw clenching tighter. "So we just let him co after us? After what they did to Viper? After everything?" Her voice was filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.

"We handle it smart, Natalya," Nikolai repeated, his tone stern but laced with concern. "We can’t afford a war with the feds. Stay low. Let

handle this. Trust ."

Natalya’s fingers dug into my side, her frustration palpable. She took a deep breath, her voice tight. "Okay, Dad. I understand." She ended the call, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts as she set the phone down beside us.

I could see the storm brewing in her eyes—anger, frustration, and sothing deeper, sothing that looked a lot like fear. Not for herself, but for . For us.

She turned to , her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around my chest. "Viper, did you hear all of that?"

I nodded, my hand reaching up to cup her face, my thumbs brushing away the tension in her jaw. "I did. And your dad’s right. We need to be smart about this."

Natalya’s eyes searched mine, her expression a mix of frustration and trust. "I don’t like it," she admitted, her voice rough with emotion. "I don’t like feeling like we’re just sitting here, waiting for them to make the next move. It makes

feel... helpless."

I pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You’re not helpless, Natalya. You’re the strongest person I know. But sotis, strength ans knowing when to wait, when to plan. We’ll figure this out. Together."

Natalya let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing slightly against mine. "I hate waiting," she muttered, but there was a hint of a smile in her voice, a flicker of the fierce determination I loved so much.

I chuckled softly, my fingers tangling in her hair. "I know you do. But we’ll face this together, just like we always do. And when the ti is right, we’ll strike. Smart, not reckless."