Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 748: The Battle of the Boobs Begins

I didn’t hesitate.

I reached out and pulled Yelena into my arms, her body trembling against mine. I looked at Claire, my voice steady but filled with emotion. "Claire, tell me the truth," I said, my grip tightening around Yelena.

"Can I not fall in love with her... if she does these things for you and me?" My voice was rough, my heart pounding. "How can I abandon her? I can’t live with myself if I push her away."

Claire’s breath hitched, her tears spilling over as she looked between us. For a long moment, she was silent, her fingers pressing against her lips as if trying to hold back the flood of emotions. Then, slowly, she reached out, her hand touching Yelena’s shoulder.

"You idiot," Claire whispered, her voice trembling but soft. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and understanding. "Jack... I could never blame you for loving someone who loves you like that." Her voice broke, but she forced the words out. "I was just... scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of not being enough."

Yelena’s breath trembled, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "Claire..." she whispered, her voice raw.

Claire’s hand slid down to twine her fingers with Yelena’s. "But I can’t be selfish," she said, her voice steadying.

"Not when it means hurting you. Not when it means hurting him," Claire whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I love you, Jack. And if she loves you too... then I won’t stand in the way."

Yelena’s breath hitched, her tears falling faster as she stared at Claire, her voice filled with disbelief. "Claire..." she whispered, her fingers trembling as she reached out, almost like she was afraid this moment wasn’t real.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

"Okay," I said, my voice firm but gentle, cutting through the emotional tension. "Stop crying, both of you." I pulled them closer, my hands cupping their faces as I pressed a kiss to Claire’s lips, then Yelena’s, leaving them both breathless and panting.

Claire blinked, her cheeks flushed as she caught her breath. "It’s cheap for you," she murmured, though there was no real bite in her words, just a hint of teasing.

I smirked, my thumb brushing over her lower lip. "I promise to love and protect both of you," I said, my voice deep and sincere. "And never let you suffer. No matter what you want, I will get it for you."

Yelena’s eyes widened, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "Why are you getting so serious?" she asked, her voice soft but curious, like she was trying to hide how much my words affected her.

I looked between them, my expression softening. "Because I love both of you," I said simply, my voice leaving no room for doubt.

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of my words settling over us like a warm, unshakable promise. Claire’s fingers tightened around mine, her eyes shimmering with emotion, her breath still unsteady. Yelena’s gaze was locked onto me, wide and vulnerable, like she was seeing me—and this moment—for the first time.

Then, without warning, Yelena lunged forward, her lips crashing against mine with a fierce, desperate hunger. The blanket slipped away completely, pooling at her feet, leaving her bare and unashamed as she straddled me, her body pressing against mine. The heat of her skin was intoxicating, her fingers tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss, her breath ragged.

Claire’s gasp filled the room. "You shameless bitch!" she yelled, her face flushing crimson as she glared at Yelena.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, the air crackling with a mix of competition, desire, and something far more dangerous—jealousy. Yelena pulled back just enough to smirk, her cheeks flushed but her eyes defiant, her fingers still tangled in my hair. "Hmm?" she purred, her voice dripping with teasing confidence. "What? I’m just kissing my boyfriend." She stuck her tongue out at Claire, her expression a mix of mischief and triumph.

Claire’s eyes narrowed, her voice sharp with frustration. "How can this be?!" she snapped, her fingers gripping Yelena’s arm. "Even if we’re together, I will be your senior! I came first! Get away from him!" She yanked at Yelena, but Yelena only tightened her grip around my neck, her breasts pressing against my face as she refused to budge.

"I—I can’t breathe," I managed to choke out, my voice muffled against Yelena’s soft skin. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, but the lack of oxygen was becoming a real issue.

Both Claire and Yelena froze, their eyes snapping to me—only to find my face buried in Yelena’s chest. Yelena let out a choked laugh, quickly pulling back, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Oops," she giggled, her voice unapologetic, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.

Claire’s eyes blazed, her hands planting on her hips. "Why do I feel like you’re enjoying this?!" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Yelena smirked, her fingers tracing idle circles on my chest. "Hmm... how can he not enjoy it?" she teased, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Mine are bigger than yours."

Claire’s face twisted in indignation. "Oh, really?!" she shot back, her voice rising. Without hesitation, she grabbed the hem of her oversized t-shirt and yanked it off, her bare chest pressing forward as she compared herself to Yelena. "Tell me, Jack," she demanded, her voice sharp. "Whose are bigger?"

I couldn’t help but let out a slow, cunning smile, my eyes flicking between them with a mix of amusement and something far more primitive. "Well," I drawled, my voice rough with teasing intent. "If we’re going to settle this properly, I think I need to measure them."

Claire’s eyes widened, her hands instinctively covering her chest. "Jack!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and curiosity.

Yelena’s smirk deepened, her fingers playing with the ends of her hair. "Oh? And how do you plan to do that?" she asked, her voice laced with challenge.

I leaned back slightly, my hands hovering just above their chests, my fingers flexing with anticipation. "First, I’ll need to weigh them," I said, my voice a dark promise. "To get an accurate comparison." My hands moved slowly, cupping Claire’s breasts first, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling the weight and fullness of them. Claire let out a soft gasp, her breath hitching as I squeezed gently, my fingers exploring the softness.

"Mmm, not bad," I murmured, my voice low and appreciative. Then, I turned to Yelena, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples in the same teasing manner. Yelena let out a breathy moan, her body arching slightly into my touch. "But yours are definitely heavier," I admitted, my voice rough with approval.