Free Web NovelChapter 98: Governor Milf (2)
Kane claimed her mouth as he owned it, his hand sliding up the back of her neck and into her brown hair.
He gripped it firmly, tilting her head exactly how he wanted and pushing her deeper into the kiss.
"Mmph!"
Vanya moaned helplessly into him, the sound vibrating against his tongue as he devoured her.
’Fuck, she’s melting already,’ Kane thought, his cock throbbing painfully against his pants.
He broke the kiss just enough to breathe, then crashed back in even rougher, his fingers tightening in her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted.
Vanya whimpered, her body arching into him, her plush breasts pressing against his chest.
Both her hands clutched at his shirt, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
With one smooth motion, Kane grabbed her by the waist and lifted her.
"Wha-?"
Vanya gasped sharply as her ass landed on the edge of the writing desk.
Her gown rode up her thick thighs as he stepped between her legs, spreading them wide around his hips.
His rock-hard cock pressed directly against her covered pussy, grinding slowly, letting her feel every inch through the layers of fabric separating them.
He rocked his hips in slow circles, the heavy bulge "gnawing" against her clit with each roll.
"Ah..."
Vanya breathed shakily, her voice a desperate whisper.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in.
"We... we can’t... my husband is right down the hall..."
"Yet your legs are open for me," he growled against her lips, grinding harder.
The desk creaked softly under her weight.
"Feel that? That’s what heat feels like, Vanya. Not whatever limp excuse your husband calls a cock."
She bit her lip hard, eyes fluttering as another slow grind made her hips twitch involuntarily against him.
From the hallway, footsteps approached.
"Vanya?" Her husband’s voice called out, slightly slurred from wine.
"Is everything alright in there? I thought I heard something fall."
Kane froze mid-grind, his cock still pressed firmly against her soaked pussy.
He smirked wickedly, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other gripping her ass possessively.
He leaned in and whispered hotly against her ear.
"Answer him. Tell him everything’s fine while my dick is gazing at your cunt."
Vanya’s eyes widened in panic and shameful arousal.
Her voice came out breathy and strained.
"Y-yes, dear! Everything is alright. Lord Kane and I are just... discussing security matters. A vase nearly fell, that’s all."
Kane rewarded her with a slow roll of his hips, dragging his bulge right over her swollen clit.
She had to clamp her mouth shut to stifle a moan.
"Very well," her husband replied, sounding bored.
"Don’t take too long. The merchants are asking about the eastern border taxes."
The second the footsteps retreated, Kane pulled her gown’s neckline down roughly with both hands.
Her heavy breasts spilled free, full, soft, and topped with stiff pink nipples that begged for attention.
They bounced from the motion.
"Holy shit, look at these big fucking tits," Kane groaned, his eyes dark with lust.
He latched onto her left breast with his mouth, sucking hard and greedily.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive nipple while his hand kneaded the other roughly, pinching and tugging.
Vanya arched her back, shoving more of her breast into his hungry mouth.
"Ohh...! Not so hard... ah!" she gasped, but her fingers threaded through his red hair, holding him against her chest instead of pulling away.
He switched to the right tit, sucking noisily, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"These are mine now," he murmured around her nipple.
"Say it."
"They’re... they’re yours," she whimpered, voice trembling with shame and need.
"My husband never... Please... don’t stop."
Kane grinned against her soft flesh, sucking deeper, leaving red marks that would be hard to hide later.
His cock continued its slow, relentless grinding against her pussy, the fabric between them growing wetter by the second.
He pulled back slightly, strings of saliva connecting his lips to her glistening nipple.
"Beg me to fuck you, Vanya. Tell me how you want this."
Vanya’s face burned red.
She glanced fearfully at the door, then back at him, her brown eyes glassy with lust.
"...please. I need it. I haven’t felt wanted in so long. Just fuck me. Use me. I don’t care how wrong it is."
"Good girl."
He reached down and hiked her gown up to her waist, exposing her soaked panties. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
In one swift tug, he ripped them aside.
His thick cock sprang free as he shoved his pants down just enough. frёeωebɳovel.com
The head pressed directly against her slick folds.
Vanya’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as he stretched her.
Inch after thick inch sank into her tight, dripping heat.
"It’s so big..." she moaned quietly.
Kane thrusted his dick deeper.
"...you’re splitting me..."
"Shhh," he whispered, hand returning to the back of her head to pull her into another rough kiss while he bottomed out.
His balls rested against her entrance.
"Feel that?"
He started moving with long strokes.
The desk creaked beneath them. Each thrust made her breasts bounce.
Kane kept one hand in her hair, the other on her hip, controlling the pace, keeping it torturously slow so she felt every vein, every ridge.
"Tell me how much better I am than him," he demanded between kisses, sucking on her lower lip.
"You’re... so much better," Vanya panted, legs wrapping around his waist. Her voice was barely above a whisper, terrified of being overheard.
"Bigger. You’re hitting places he never could. Gods, Kane... I’m going to cum already..."
"Not yet," he growled, slowing even more, grinding deep circles inside her.
"You cum when I say. I want this pussy to remember this."
He leaned down and captured a bouncing tit again, sucking hard on her nipple while he fucked her with those slow strokes.
The moment his mouth sealed tightly around her swollen pink nipple and sucked with deep, greedy pulls, something unexpected happened.
"Ngh... ah..."
Vanya’s body jerked hard.
A shocked whimper escaped her throat as warm, sweet milk suddenly sprayed into Kane’s mouth.
"Fuck—"
Kane groaned in surprise and delight, eyes flashing with lust.
He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, and rich, creamy milk flowed freely from her heavy breast.
It leaked from the corners of his mouth, dripping down her soft, pale tit and onto her gown.
Her other nipple was already beading with droplets of milk, slowly leaking down the curve of her breast.
’Holy shit... this woman is lactating,’ Kane thought, his cock throbbing violently inside her.
’Her weak husband can’t even empty her properly. These mommy tits are so full they’re leaking for me.’
Vanya’s face burned with humiliation and overwhelming arousal.
"Kane... ahh! Don’t—don’t suck so hard... I’m... I’m still producing milk from my last pregnancy... it never fully stopped..."
Kane pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, a thick string of her milk connecting his lips to her breast.
He looked her dead in the eyes as another spurt of warm milk shot out and landed on his tongue.
"Too fucking bad," he growled.
