A voice outside. “Come on, I can hear you in there.”
Milo waved a hand at the door. Emilia glared at him, then rushed at the door all at once before she lost her nerve. She flung it open, and a beautiful young woman with raven black hair stood there gaping, a plastic bag stuffed full of food in one hand.
“Thank you,” Emilia gasped, and snatched the food out of the woman’s hand. She started to swing the door shut, but the woman put a hand out.
“You need to sign,” she croaked.
Milo got up and padded behind Emilia. His rock-hard cock slid between her ass cheeks and he sucked the other side of her neck before swatting her ass cheek again. “Slut, she told you to sign.”
The delivery woman’s eyes went even bigger, and she gasped. Emilia stammered out an apology and took the proffered receipt and pen with a shaky hand. Milo grinned over her shoulder as he began to undo the buttons on her blouse.
Emilia signed and gave the receipt back. Milo said, “Want a taste?” The delivery woman turned and fled, and Milo slammed the door in her wake, spinning Emilia around and pushing her back against it. Anger made her face flushed, but he gave zero shits as he grabbed her cheeks and crushed his lips to hers again. The bag of food dropped to the floor and she clutched at his face too, panting against him. One of his hands dropped and he plunged three fingers into her pussy, finger fucking her hard. She grabbed his dick in response. He was so thick she almost couldn’t get a hand completely around him.
“Spit on it,” he growled against her. “Get it wet for your hand.” She stopped to raise a hand to her face, but he grabbed it and shoved it down by her side. “No, slut, on your knees. Spit on my prick.”
Emilia dropped. Her hands gripped his dick as she glared fire up at him. Her mouth lowered until it was right over his dick, and she spat once, twice, a pause, then a third time. Emilia rose back up and grabbed his hand to place it back at her cunt. It was a race to see who made the other come first, one Emilia thought with a sinking feeling she was going to lose — again.
“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, her voice going sweet. “This hot MILF jacking you off?”
“Uh huh,” Milo grunted. His free hand slid up inside her blouse and he squeezed one of her tits.
“When you come, come on them, Milo. My sweet Milo. Come all over your best friend’s mom’s tits.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, his ass flexing hard as he pumped his cock into her hand and fingered her harder and harder. Her pleasure was already building again. She lifted a knee and planted a foot back against the door, spreading her hips wider for him.
“Come for me, baby, come for me, let me feel that hot fucking come all over my tits.”
Milo’s fingers jerked out from her pussy and he ripped at the blouse. And it did rip — buttons didn’t go flying like in some bad romance, but the fabric tore and hung down her shoulder at an angle, leaving one of her breasts clad only in her black bra. She threw her head back hard enough to bang against the door when he dropped his mouth to her nipple and sucked it through the fabric.