Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1218: Julie’s Child Bearing Demand

My heart twisted painfully at the sight of her—my beautiful, strong Julie, reduced to tears because of me. A deep, burning anger flared inside me, hot and possessive, but it was quickly overshadowed by the raw vulnerability in her eyes. She looked so small, so fragile, her usual confidence shattered by whatever had brought her to this moment.

I squeezed her tighter, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other slid down to grip her ass through her pencil skirt, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper.

The warmth of her body seeped through the fabric, her trembling form pressed against mine as if she were trying to merge into me. I could feel her heartbeat, rapid and erratic, as if her very soul were trembling.

"Julie... what happened?" I growled, my voice rough with a mix of fury and concern. "Did anyone say anything to you? Who bullied you? Tell me their names right now—I’ll make them regret ever looking at you the wrong way."

Julie sniffled, pressing her face harder into my chest, her arms locked around my waist like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go. Her voice was small, trembling, barely above a whisper, but it cut through me like a blade.

"No... nobody bullied me... I..." She trailed off, another sob shaking her body. Her fingers dug into my back, nails pressing through my shirt, clinging to me as if I were her only anchor in a storm. I could feel the heat of her body—soft, trembling, desperate.

Suddenly, Julie pulled back, her tear-streaked face searching mine. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her breath hitching as she tried to steady herself.

"Jack... I never asked you for anything... ever..." Her voice was raw, laced with a vulnerability I’d never heard from her before. It was as if she were stripping herself bare in front of me, exposing every fear, every hope.

I pulled her back into my arms, gently caressing her hair, my voice softening. "Just tell me... Everything I have is yours, Aunt Julie... including my life..."

Julie’s grip on me tightened, her voice breaking as she whispered, "I want a child... our own... please..." The words tumbled out of her like a confession, her body shaking as if the very thought of my refusal would break her.

Tears streamed down her face, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I know I’m being selfish... but I can’t help it. I need this... I need you... I need us..."

For a moment, she just stared at me, her eyes wide and pleading, as if she were afraid to hope.

I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t ask questions. I just nodded, my voice firm. "I’ll give you everything you want, Aunt Julie..."

The tears still glistened on her cheeks, but her grip on me changed—no longer desperate, but possessive. A fire ignited in her gaze, a mix of relief, excitement, and something far more primal.

Julie’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Really...? You agree...?" She hugged me tightly. "I don’t know why... but when I saw Eleanor... I was jealous of Sister Freya... Even though Eleanor isn’t really a child... but I felt... like I’d lost everything... like I’d lost you..."

"Oh, Jack..." she breathed, her voice trembling but now laced with a newfound boldness.

"I was so scared... I thought... I thought you’d say no..." Her hands, which had been clinging to me in fear, now began to explore, sliding down my chest, her touch growing bolder.

"But now... now that you’ve said yes..." A shiver ran through her, and her lips curled into a smile that was equal parts relieved and wicked.

"We have to work hard..." she said, her voice growing stronger, more urgent. "I’m in my 40s, Jack... it won’t be easy." There was a flicker of self-deprecating humor in her voice, but it was quickly replaced by a fierce resolve.

"Even if you’re an incubus... it won’t be easy to get this old lady pregnant." She let out a soft, breathy laugh, but her eyes were dead serious. "We’ll have to try... many, many times. We can’t waste any time..."

Her hands began to move with purpose, sliding down my chest, her body pressing closer to mine. The shift in her was palpable—the anxious, tearful woman was still there, but now she was drowning in desire, her mind already racing with the possibilities.

"We have to start as soon as possible..." she murmured, her voice thick with need. "Every moment counts... I want to give us the best chance..."

She bit her lip, her mind already spinning with logistics, but her body had other ideas. Her hips subtly ground against me, her breath hitching as she felt my hardness press against her. "I’ve read about it... the best positions, the right times..." Her fingers traced patterns on my chest, her touch growing more insistent.

"Missionary might be best... or maybe doggy style... or..." She paused, her cheeks flushing as a naughty grin spread across her face. "Or maybe if I’m on top, I can control the angle... make sure you go as deep as possible..."

Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her eyes darkening with lust. "And we’ll have to do it often..." she continued, her hands now sliding lower, her fingers teasing the waistband of my pants.

"Every day, Jack... multiple times a day..." There was a hunger in her eyes, a desperation that went beyond the physical. This was about more than just a child—it was about a future, a family, a bond that could never be broken. But right now, in this moment, it was also about her body aching for mine.

"I want you inside me..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and raw, unfiltered lust. "I need to feel you... all of you..." Her hands grew bolder, her body pressing against me with a newfound urgency.

"Please, Jack... let’s start now... right now..." She let out a soft, needy moan as she rubbed herself against me, her breath hot against my neck. "I can’t wait... I need to know we’re doing everything we can..."

Her movements grew more insistent, her body grinding against mine as if she were trying to erase the space between us. "I know it might take time... but I promise you, I’ll do everything I can." Her voice was a mix of pleading and determination, her eyes shining with unshed tears and a fierce, unyielding hope.

"I’ll track my ovulation, I’ll take care of my body... I’ll be the best I can be... for you... for us..."

But then, as if she couldn’t help herself, her naughty side took over. Her hands slid lower, her fingers deftly unbuckling my belt, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"But right now..." she purred, her voice dripping with sinful intent, "I just want you to fuck me... hard... deep..." She bit her lip, her eyes locked onto mine as she whispered, "I want you to fill me up, Jack... over and over... until I’m dripping with you..."

Her fingers worked quickly, freeing me, and she let out a soft, appreciative moan as she wrapped her hand around my length. "Mmm... you’re already so hard for me..." she murmured, her voice thick with lust.