The MILF Next Door (Ch. 6 - Surprise Visit) (Patreon)

It had been a long day, and Harry couldn't help but feel content as he drifted off to sleep, his mind replaying happy memories of him pounding Hermione's ass again and again. The warmth of her body pressed against his, the sweat glistening on her skin, the tightness of her anal passage clenching around him - it was all too much to handle. But in the best possible way.

He fell asleep with a smile on his lips, dreaming of their illicit affair and how much closer it had brought them. Little did he know, however, that his day wasn't quite over just yet.

As Harry slept peacefully, dreaming of Hermione's perfect body, he could suddenly feel his cock becoming wet in the dream. It was an odd sensation, one that didn't make sense in the context of what he was dreaming about. And as his dream began to fade, he slowly opened his eyes, trying to figure out where this new sensation was coming from.

But when he looked down, he saw something unexpected. There, between his legs, was Emma, her soft lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking him off like there was no tomorrow. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, tickling his thighs as she worked her magic on his manhood.

"Fuck," Harry breathed, completely taken aback by the sight before him. "What are you doing here?"

Emma pulled off his cock with a 'pop', grinning mischievously up at him. "I couldn't resist any longer," she admitted, licking her lips lasciviously. "You two were so loud earlier, I couldn't help but want a taste for myself."

She slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft, causing Harry to shudder in delight. His cock twitched in response, already rock hard under her expert touch.

Without warning, Emma took him deep into her mouth once more, swallowing him whole until her lips met her fingers. Then, without breaking eye contact, she started bobbing her head up and down, sliding her lips along his length as she sucked him off with practised ease. Harry groaned in pleasure, his head falling back against the pillow as he let her work her magic.

God, she was good. Years of practice had made her a pro, able to take him all the way down her throat without gagging or choking. And that suction... it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. She knew exactly what she was doing, milking him for all he was worth.

Just as Harry felt himself getting close, Emma pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She smiled wickedly up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want to taste you, to feel you coat my tongue and throat. Will you give me that?"

Harry nodded eagerly, unable to speak as he watched her slide her lips back down his length. She took him deep into her mouth once more, sucking him off with renewed vigour.

Emma moaned around his cock, her throat vibrating deliciously as she swallowed him whole. She sucked hard, the walls of her throat massaging him rhythmically as she hollowed her cheeks, pulling back on him until only the very tip remained between her lips. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she swallowed him down again, taking him all the way to the base.

Harry groaned in pleasure, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair as he held her head steady, guiding her movements. He could feel his climax building, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he neared his breaking point.

"Oh, fuck, Emma, I'm going to cum," he warned her hoarsely, his voice strained and rough as he fought to maintain control.

At his words, Emma redoubled her efforts, sucking harder than ever before. With a final thrust of her head, she sent him tumbling over the edge, sending him crashing into oblivion as he exploded into her waiting mouth.

Emma drank him down eagerly, moaning around his shaft as she swallowed every drop, never once letting him slip from between her lips. Harry cried out, his entire body shaking as his orgasm tore through him like wildfire, setting his insides alight.

When he finally came down from his high, Harry looked down to find Emma grinning up at him, her lips still wrapped around his now-softening cock. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she pulled off him with a 'pop', a string of his cum connecting her lips to his tip.

"Delicious," she murmured, licking her lips clean.

Harry grinned back at her, feeling completely sated and content. "Glad I could please you," he chuckled, his voice still hoarse from his intense climax.

He reached out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face, marvelling at how gorgeous she looked right then. Her lips were swollen and pink from their recent activities, making them look even fuller and plumper than usual. And her hair was tousled, sticking up in places where they'd been tugging on each other during their passionate lovemaking session. It gave her an air of carefree abandonment, one that suited her perfectly.

As if sensing his gaze upon her, Emma glanced up at him, her own eyes shining bright with lust and longing. Without saying a word, she crawled up to straddle his hips, grinding her wet pussy lips against his hardening rod to bring him back to life.

Her breasts hung heavy and full above him, nipples pebbled tightly with need. Harry couldn't resist reaching up to cup them in his hands, squeezing gently as he rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Emma gasped at the sensation, arching her back as she ground herself against him harder, seeking relief from the fire burning within her core.

Within moments, Harry was fully erect once more, ready for another round of passion play. Emma slid her slick folds along his length, coating him in her juices as she prepared to take him inside her.

Emma lifted herself up slightly, positioning his tip at her entrance. Then, slowly, almost painfully so, she lowered herself down onto him, inch by agonising inch, feeling him fill her up, stretching her inner muscles wide as he invaded her depths.

Harry groaned at the sensation, feeling her hot, tight pussy enveloping him, gripping him tightly as she sank down onto him. When she'd taken him all the way inside, she paused, adjusting to the feeling of being filled so completely.

Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she began to move. Slowly at first, then faster and harder, slamming her hips down onto his, burying him to the hilt inside her. Harry watched in amazement at the sight before him, a beautiful woman riding him with reckless abandon, the sound of her ass hitting his cock filling the room.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Harry growled, his hands moving to grip her hips as he helped guide her movements.

"You like that, do you?" Emma purred, her voice low and sultry as she rode him harder, slamming her hips down onto his with wild abandon. "You like feeling my tight pussy wrapped around your big, thick cock?"

Harry nodded, unable to speak as he watched her tits bounce enticingly before him. They were magnificent, large and firm, the perfect size to fit perfectly in his hands. Her nipples were a dusky rose colour, already hardened into stiff peaks from their earlier activities.

Unable to resist, Harry reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as he massaged them, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Emma moaned at the sensation, her pussy clenching around him as she ground herself against him harder, seeking more friction, more pleasure.

It wasn't long before Emma was panting heavily, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she chased her release. Harry could feel her inner muscles starting to quiver, signalling her imminent climax. He knew what was coming next, and he was determined to push her over the edge.

Grabbing hold of her waist, he pulled her tight against him, her tits pressing against his chest as he thrust up into her with renewed vigour. Emma gasped at the sudden change in tempo, her pussy clenching around him as she felt him hit just the right spot.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Harry, right there," she moaned, her voice hoarse and raw as she begged for more. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

Harry didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. He pounded into her with everything he had, fucking her harder and faster than ever before. His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, leaving her gasping and moaning beneath him.

Just as Emma started to crest the wave of her climax, Harry felt his own release building once more. His balls drew up tight against his body, his shaft swelling impossibly thicker. He gritted his teeth, holding off on his own orgasm as long as possible, determined to make Emma cum first.

Finally, with a scream of pure ecstasy, Emma shattered apart above him, her entire frame convulsing uncontrollably, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice as she came hard. Harry held on for dear life, letting her ride out her climax as he continued to piston in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible.

But when she finally came down from her high, Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he finally let go, filling her depths with his hot seed as he shot his load deep inside her, feeling her pussy contracting around him, milking every last drop from his balls. Again and again, he pumped himself into her, flooding her insides with his essence until it leaked out from around his cock.

Panting and drained, Emma collapsed on top of him, her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder as they both struggled to catch their breath. Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he hugged her tightly to his chest, relishing in the warmth of her skin pressed against his.

Harry wasn't done yet, however. He was still hard and ready for more, determined to make the most of their time together. Carefully, he shifted their positions, rolling Emma onto her stomach on the bed. Then, with a wicked grin, he positioned himself behind her, lining up his cock with her slick entrance.

"You're not done yet, are you?" Emma asked, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her head.

Harry chuckled softly, nipping at her earlobe as he spoke. "You can't just wake a man up in the middle of the night with a blowjob and expect me to be done after one round, now, can you?" he asked, his voice husky with desire as he rubbed the tip of his cock along her folds, teasing her entrance.

Emma giggled, shaking her head slightly, her pussy clenching around nothing as she felt him press against her, seeking entry. "I suppose I did kind of ask for this, didn't I?" she admitted, looking back at him over her shoulder, her eyes shining bright with excitement.

"That you did," Harry agreed, giving her a wink as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her with one swift motion. Emma cried out beneath him, her pussy clenching around him as she adjusted to his thickness once more.

Then, with a wicked grin, Harry began to move, sliding his length in and out of her slowly at first, then picking up speed as he found his rhythm. Soon enough, he was hammering into her with wild abandon, making her scream out in pleasure as he fucked her senseless.

This wasn't making love; this was pure, raw passion, two bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought mutual satisfaction. It was rough and primal, an act born purely of lust and need, driven solely by their basest desires. And neither of them cared - all that mattered was the moment, the connection between them, the way their bodies moved together in perfect sync.

The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated only by Emma's cries of pleasure as Harry slammed into her again and again. Her ass rippled each time he drove into her, muscles flexing and releasing as she took every inch of him. The sight was mesmerising, beautiful in its intensity, hypnotic in its display.

Harry reached forward, gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her from behind, watching as his cock disappeared inside her over and over again. She was so tight, so wet, so incredibly hot that he could barely think straight anymore. All he knew was that he needed to keep going, needed to feel her inner walls grip him tighter and tighter as she approached her inevitable climax.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Harry groaned, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control over his fast-approaching climax.

"Harder!" Emma demanded, pushing herself backwards to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper within her.

With a growl, Harry obliged, slamming into her harder than ever before, making the bed shake beneath them as he pounded her mercilessly. Emma screamed in delight, her entire form quivering beneath him as he plundered her depths, fucking her with reckless abandon.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes," Emma chanted, her voice hoarse and raw as she rode out her impending climax, her inner walls fluttering around him as she squeezed him tightly.

"You like that, do you?" Harry grunted, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into her with wild abandon.

Emma nodded, unable to speak as she chased her release. Harry could feel her muscles starting to quiver once more, her inner walls gripping him tightly as she prepared to crest the wave of her orgasm.

And then, without warning, Emma threw her head back and screamed for the entire neighbourhood to hear, her entire frame convulsing uncontrollably as she shattered apart beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his shaft like a vice as she came hard. Harry held on for dear life, letting her ride out her climax as he continued to piston in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible.

As she came down from her high, Harry felt himself teetering on the edge once more, feeling his balls drawing up tight against his body as his climax approached. Gritting his teeth, he pushed through the building tide of pleasure, determined to fill her depths with his essence one last time before collapsing beside her.

With a final roar, Harry let go, flooding her insides with his seed as he shot his load deep within her, filling her to overflowing with his essence. Emma moaned in delight, feeling her pussy contracting around him as she milked every last drop from his balls.

As Harry pulled free of her depths, a stream of his seed followed, leaking out from around his cock as it dripped down her thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Harry grinned wickedly at the sight, feeling an intense sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had well and truly marked his territory, claiming her as his own.

Exhausted and drained, Emma collapsed onto the bed, unable to move after the intense fuck session. Harry spooned her from behind, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close as they both fell asleep in each other's embrace. It had been a long day, but somehow, Harry couldn't help but feel content as he drifted off to sleep, knowing that he'd satisfied not just Hermione, but also Emma.

For now, at least. There would always be tomorrow, after all...