Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 539: Julie’s Sloppy Thighs

"I—I—" Her voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling as I kept up the relentless pressure, my fingers still buried inside her soaking pussy while my thumb teased her tight asshole.

"You’re mine, Julie." My voice was a growl, my cock aching as I imagined sinking into her both ways. "Every. Fucking. Inch of you."

"Jack, please—" Her voice was a plea, her nails digging into my skin as her hips bucked against my hand. "I can’t—I can’t take it—"

"Yes, you can." My thumb pressed harder, my fingers pumping into her pussy in a rhythm that made her legs shake. "And you will."

Her body shuddered in my arms, her breath hitching as she came undone, her pussy clenching around my fingers while her ass tightened against my thumb, as if begging for more. I held her there, my cock painfully hard against her ass, knowing this was just the beginning.

"Next time," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with promise, "I won’t stop at just my fingers." My thumb pressed harder, just for a second, making her gasp. "I’m going to fuck this tight little ass. And you’re going to beg for it."

I pulled my fingers back from her pussy and asshole.... and I left Julie’s body.. with a hard cock... bulging in my pants..

Julie’s legs trembled violently, her thighs slick and sticky with the proof of her orgasm. She could feel it—thick, warm, and obscene—trickling down the inside of her thighs, a slow, unmistakable drizzle of her own desire. Her breath came in ragged, shameful gasps as she pressed her palms against the sink, her fingers clawing at the porcelain for support.

"Nn—!" A broken whimper escaped her as she spread her legs just slightly, the movement sending another drip of her arousal sliding down her skin. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, her cheeks burning crimson as she glanced down, watching the glistening trail of her release painting her thighs.

"S-shi—" She cut herself off with a sharp inhale, her voice thick with mortification. She couldn’t bear it—the way it clung to her skin, the way it marked her as mine. With a shuddering breath, she ripped a handful of tissues from the dispenser, her movements frantic, embarrassed.

"Aah—!" She pressed the tissue between her thighs, wiping at the mess I’d made of her. The rough friction sent a jolt of over-sensitivity through her, her body jerking as she cleaned herself.

She could still feel me—my fingers inside her, my thumb pressing against her ass, my voice growling filthy promises in her ear. The tissue came away soaked, the evidence of her desperation smeared across the thin paper.

"N-no, no, no—" She grabbed another tissue, stretching her leg out to reach the last drips near her knee, her body bent at an obscene angle as she tried to scrub away the proof of what I’d done to her. The movement pulled her skirt up higher, exposing even more of her bare, flushed skin to the cold air—and to me.

I didn’t move. I didn’t have to.

I just watched, my cock throbbing as she squirmed, her embarrassment only making me harder. The way her thighs trembled, the way her breath hitched every time she touched herself—it was intoxicating.

Then, as if she’d suddenly remembered I was still there, Julie froze.

Her eyes darted to me in the mirror, wide and horrified and hungry all at once. She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting the damp tissue into a tight knot. For a second, she just stared at me, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths, her mind clearly warring between shame and need.

Then, with a shaky exhale, she turned toward me.

Her hand trembled as she reached for mine—the same hand that had just been buried inside her, the same fingers that had stroked her until she came undone. She wanted to clean me off, to erase the evidence from my skin the way she’d tried to from hers.

But I was faster.

I pulled my hand back, my eyes locked onto hers as I brought my fingers to my lips. Her breath caught, her entire body freezing as she watched me slowly, deliberately lick her juices from my skin.

"J-Jack—!" Her voice was a mortified squeak, her face flaming as I swirled my tongue over my fingers, savoring every drop of her. "S-stop—! That’s—!"

I didn’t.

I sucked my fingers into my mouth, one by one, hollowing my cheeks as I drew out every last taste of her. A low, approving hum vibrated in my throat, my eyes locked onto hers like a predator savoring its prey.

"Mmm..." I pulled my fingers from my mouth with a wet, obscene pop, my tongue tracing my lower lip to catch the last of her. "So fucking sweet, Julie." My voice was a dark purr, my cock throbbing as I watched her squirm, her thighs pressing together like she could hide the mess I’d made of her.

"I can still taste you on my tongue. Thick. Sticky." My gaze dropped to her thighs, where the glistening evidence of her arousal still clung to her skin. "Just like the mess you’re still dripping all over your thighs."

Julie’s cheeks flamed, but her eyes burned with something fiercer than embarrassment. She crossed her arms, her voice laced with false indignation—but I heard the tremor beneath it.

"You are so bad..." she muttered, her lower lip jutted out in a pout that only made me want to bite it. "Always teasing me..."

I pulled her against me, my arms wrapping around her waist like a cage. "I just love you too much," I murmured, my voice rough with something darker than affection.

My lips brushed the top of her head, but my grip tightened, possessive. "More than you know."

Julie stiffened in my arms, her voice sharpening with suspicion. "Hmph..." She tilted her head back to glare at me, her dark eyes searching mine.

"You must be seduced by that, Yuko, right?" Her fingers dug into my shirt, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Tell me. What were you doing with her?"

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t deny it.

Instead, I smirked, my thumb tracing circles on the small of her back—just above the damp skin of her thighs. "Jealous, Julie?"

Her breath hitched, her nails biting into my chest. "I’m not—!" But the flush creeping down her neck betrayed her. "Is she..." Her voice wavered, just for a second. "Is she also going to be my sister?"

The doubt in her voice was raw, vulnerable—and it made something feral stir in my chest.