Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 498: Secrets in Hannah’s Heart

Hannah looked up at me, her eyes searching mine, her body trembling with need, her breath hitching as my hands found her breasts again, my thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch. "She sent you?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and confusion, but her body pressed against mine, seeking more.

I nodded, my expression softening, my voice filled with a quiet intensity, a hunger that I could no longer deny. "She is worried about you, Hannah. She is sorry... and..." I looked at her, my voice filled with sincerity, my hands continuing to explore her body, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her waist, the softness of her thighs, my cock pressing against her, hard and demanding.

"I am also sorry, Hannah, for making you feel like I am going to take your mom away. But that was never my intention. It was just the opposite. I just wanted you, your mother, and daughter to be mine... forever," I said, my lips brushing against her neck, feeling the heat of her skin, the pulse of her blood, my hands squeezing her ass, feeling the softness of her flesh, the heat of her skin.

Hannah blushed, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and curiosity, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch, seeking more. "I don’t understand what you are talking about," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but her body pressed against mine, seeking more, her breath hitching as my hands found her breasts again, my thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch.

I looked at her, my expression filled with a quiet intensity, a hunger that I could no longer deny, my voice filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity, my hands continuing to explore her body, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her waist, the softness of her thighs, my cock pressing against her, hard and demanding.

"You don’t understand, Hannah? Do you think I didn’t know when you were peeking through the keyhole that day, watching your mom taking my cock in her asshole... and you drank her squirt. Do you think I don’t know?" I asked, my lips brushing against her neck, feeling the heat of her skin, the pulse of her blood, my hands squeezing her ass, feeling the softness of her flesh, the heat of her skin.

Hannah’s eyes widened, her body trembling slightly in my arms, her breath hitching as my hands found her breasts again, my thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch.

"Or do you want me to tell Julie about how you were trying to seduce me by giving me a blowjob that day... before Julie came in and you hid beneath the bed..." I continued, my voice filled with a quiet intensity, a hunger that I could no longer deny, my lips brushing against her neck, feeling the heat of her skin, the pulse of her blood, my hands squeezing her ass, feeling the softness of her flesh, the heat of her skin.

Hannah was shocked, her body trembling slightly in my arms, her breath hitching as my hands found her breasts again, my thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch. "You knew... all along... It’s really you deliberately targeting me..." she said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and confusion, but her body pressed against mine, seeking more, her eyes dark with desire, her body trembling with need.

I looked at her, my expression softening, my voice filled with sincerity and a hunger that I could no longer deny. "I knew, Hannah. I knew all along. But I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted us to be together, to be a family," I said, my lips brushing against her neck, feeling the heat of her skin, the pulse of her blood. My hands squeezed her ass, feeling the softness of her flesh, the heat of her skin, my cock pressing against her, hard and demanding.

Hannah looked up at me, her eyes searching mine, her body trembling with need. Her breath hitched as my hands found her breasts again, my thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my touch.

"But how can we be a family, Jack? After everything that has happened, after the pain and the hurt," she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and confusion. Yet, her body pressed against mine, seeking more, her eyes dark with desire, her body trembling with need.

I pulled her into a hug, my voice gentle yet firm, filled with a hunger that I could no longer deny. "Because, Hannah, love isn’t about the mistakes we make. It’s about the connections we share, the bonds we form. And nothing, not even the pain and the hurt, can break those bonds," I said, my heart aching with the weight of my words.

My lips brushed against her neck, feeling the heat of her skin, the pulse of her blood. My hands squeezed her ass, feeling the softness of her flesh, the heat of her skin, my cock pressing against her, hard and demanding.

As I held her, I could feel the tension in her body slowly easing, her sobs gradually subsiding. Her body trembled with need, her breath hitching as my hands continued to explore her body, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her waist, the softness of her thighs.

Hannah looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and sadness, her body trembling with the weight of her emotions. "But Mom loves you, and you also love her," she said, her voice breaking with emotion. "How can I come between you and Mom? And now Dad is gone, so you guys can be together openly."

I cupped her face, making her look at me, my voice filled with a quiet intensity, a hunger that I could no longer deny. "What about me, Hannah? Do you want to leave me?" I asked, my eyes searching hers, my body pressing against hers, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her body.

I made her look at me, my voice filled with a quiet intensity, a hunger that I could no longer deny. "Don’t think about getting away from me, Hannah. You are mine," I said, my eyes searching hers, my body pressing against hers, feeling the heat of her skin, the curve of her body. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the mix of longing and fear, the desire to be close, and the fear of losing herself.