Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1237: Jayden’s Hip Roll Begs for More Cock

I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, feeling her tight, cum-stuffed cunt still twitching weakly around my cock.

Jayden’s body was limp beneath me, chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. Her thighs trembled every few seconds with leftover aftershocks. She was tired... drained... soft and weak after getting her pussy destroyed.

Slowly, I pulled my thick cock out of her.

The second the swollen head popped free, a thick, creamy flood of my cum gushed out of her stretched hole in a heavy, sticky stream.

It poured down her ass, soaking the sheets beneath her in a messy white puddle. Jayden whimpered at the sudden emptiness and the wet sensation of my seed leaking out of her.

"Nnnngh... haaah... so much... it’s still coming out..." she breathed, voice soft and hoarse from screaming.

I leaned down and crushed my mouth against hers, sucking hard on her swollen lips, tasting the sweat that coated her face. Her skin was slick and shiny, hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

I kissed her deep and dirty, tongue sliding into her mouth while my hand slid down between her spread thighs.

Jayden’s eyes fluttered open when she felt my fingers circling her messy, gaping cunt. My cum was still oozing out of her in slow, thick ropes.

She looked up at me with a tired, coquettish little smile, voice low and husky.

"...Hmm... you are like a bull..."

I chuckled against her lips, still gently rubbing the puffy, cum-smeared lips of her pussy.

"Don’t you like it...?"

Her cheeks instantly flared red. The memory of how loud she had screamed, how shamelessly she had begged to be bred, how filthy her moans had been—it all crashed over her at once. She turned her face away, biting her lip, suddenly shy and embarrassed.

"D-Don’t talk nonsense..." she muttered, voice small and flustered.

I smirked and pressed two fingers right against her cum-filled entrance, pushing them in just enough to feel how wet and creamy she still was inside.

More of my thick seed squelched out around my fingers. Jayden’s hips twitched, and a soft, involuntary moan slipped out of her throat.

"Am I talking nonsense...?" I murmured, voice dark and teasing as I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her messy hole.

"This dripping, thoroughly fucked pussy says otherwise. Listen to how wet you still are... how easily my fingers slide in because I filled you so fucking full."

Jayden’s face burned hotter. She tried to close her thighs, but I kept them open with my knee, fingers still lazily working in and out of her used cunt.

"Nnn... Jack... stop... it’s sensitive..." she whimpered, yet her hips gave the tiniest little rock against my hand. "I-I was just... in the moment... I didn’t mean to moan so loud... or say those things..."

I leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear while I curled my fingers inside her and scooped up a thick strand of my own cum. I brought it up and smeared it across her bottom lip.

"You came so hard your legs were shaking," I growled softly. "You screamed for me to breed you. You called yourself my dirty little fuckhole. That wasn’t just ’in the moment,’ Jayden... that was you being honest."

She squeezed her eyes shut, face scarlet, but her tongue flicked out almost unconsciously and tasted the cum I had wiped on her lip. A tiny, shameful little moan escaped her.

"...Shut up..." she whispered, voice trembling with leftover arousal and embarrassment. "You’re... you’re still hard..."

My cock was indeed still thick and heavy, resting against her sticky inner thigh, smeared with both of our juices. I rubbed the fat head slowly against her swollen clit, smearing more cum around.

"And you’re still dripping," I answered, voice low and filthy. "So tell me again... do you really want me to stop talking nonsense? Or do you want this bull to mount you again and fill this messy cunt a second time while you’re still all soft and sensitive?"

Jayden’s breath hitched. Her tired body gave a weak little shiver. She didn’t answer right away... but her hips rolled up just enough to press her creamy pussy harder against my cock.

I felt her soft, tired hips roll up against me, pressing that messy, cream-soaked pussy harder against the thick underside of my cock. A slow, wicked smirk tugged at my lips.

I pinched her swollen clit between my thumb and finger—firm, deliberate, rolling the sensitive little nub until it pulsed under my touch.

Jayden’s whole body jerked.

"Aaah... hmm...!" she moaned, voice high and shaky, thighs twitching weakly around me.

I kept the pressure on her clit, watching her face twist with overstimulated pleasure as I teased her in a low, mocking tone.

"Oh... so you do want it more..."

Her eyes fluttered half-shut, lips parting as another soft, needy sound slipped out of her. I finally released her clit and lifted my glistening fingers—shiny with her juices and my thick cum—and held them right in front of her mouth.

Jayden’s tongue darted out almost without thinking, shy and embarrassed, lapping the sticky mess off my skin in slow, tentative licks. Her cheeks burned scarlet the whole time.

When she finished, she looked up at me with those big, flustered eyes, voice small and mortified.

"...You are so bad... my sisters must have heard me... how am I going to face them now...?"

I chuckled darkly and leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Do you want me to help you...? Should I open the door right now and let them see what a dripping, cum-stuffed mess their shy little sister is...?"

Jayden’s eyes went wide. She lunged forward and grabbed fistfuls of my shirt, clinging to me with sudden panic.

"Don’t—!"

I laughed softly against her hair and wrapped my arms around her, rolling us both onto our sides so I could pull her tight against my chest. My still-hard cock rested heavy and wet against her sticky thighs, but I didn’t push for more.

I just held her. Jayden buried her face against my neck and hugged me back with surprising strength, arms locked around my torso like she was afraid I might disappear.

After a long, quiet moment, she whispered against my skin, voice soft and sincere—

"...Thank you..."

I stroked her sweat-damp hair and murmured,

"What for?"

She nuzzled closer, breath warm against my throat.

"Everything... thank you for being in my life... and loving me..."

I tipped her chin up and kissed her slow and deep, tasting the salt of her skin and the faint sweetness of my own cum still lingering on her lips. When I finally pulled back just enough to speak, my voice was low and rough with feeling.

"I love you too..."

My hand slid down her back, palm settling possessively over the curve of her ass, fingers dipping just enough to feel how wet and messy she still was between her thighs. Even exhausted, even soft and emotional, her body stayed open and responsive for me—mine.