Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 766: Threesome On Flight

As I lifted Nataya up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, her body molding against mine as if she were made to fit there.

The heat of her flush seeped through my shirt, her breath hitching as I began moving toward the private cabin at the back of the plane. The air was thick with tension, with the unspoken promise of what was to come.

But then—Natalya, Claire, and Yelena all froze as they realized Polina and the others were watching. Their cheeks burned crimson, their bodies tense with embarrassment.

Natalya buried her face against my chest, her fingers clutching at my shirt like a docile kitten, her voice muffled but clear. "I can’t believe this," she whispered, her arrogance shattering under the weight of her own desire—and the eyes of her subordinates.

I kicked the door shut behind us, the click of the lock final, unmistakable. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the cabin lights casting shadows across the plush bed, the luxurious space suddenly feeling intimate, charged.

I looked at the three beauties before me—Natalya, still flushed and avoiding my gaze; Claire, her lips parted in anticipation; and Yelena, her eyes gleaming with a mix of shame and excitement.

Yelena was the first to break the silence. "Bastard," she muttered, her voice rough, her cheeks still pink. "I am so ashamed..."

Natalya groaned, her face burning as she finally lifted her head, her voice raw. "How can I be their boss... like that?" She glanced at me, her expression tormented. "You’re making me lose face..."

Natalya was still flushed, her cheeks burning with shame and desire, her body trembling as I lowered her onto the bed. She tried to hide her face again, her fingers clutching at the sheets, but I wasn’t about to let her.

"No hiding now, boss," I murmured, my voice a dark purr as I hovered over her, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. Her breath hitched, her body tense with anticipation—and embarrassment.

Yelena and Claire watched from the edge of the bed, their own cheeks flushed, their eyes dark with hunger. But it was Natalya who had my full attention.

"You started this," I reminded her, my fingers tracing the outlines of her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.

She whimpered, her back arching as I pinched them gently, then rolled them between my fingers, teasing them into stiff peaks. "And now you’ll finish it."

Natalya bit her lip, her voice shaky. "J-Jack..." she stammered, her fingers clenching into fists. "Not in front of—"

"In front of who?" I interrupted, my voice low, dangerous, as I leaned down, my lips brushing the fabric over her left nipple.

I licked it slowly, my tongue tracing the hardened bud through the thin material, soaking it until it was see-through, the dark peak visible beneath.

"Your loyal bodyguards?" I murmured, my breath hot against her damp blouse. "The ones who worship you?" My tongue swirled again, and Natalya let out a broken moan, her body jerking beneath me.

"N-no..." she whispered, but her protest was weak, her hips lifting off the bed as I licked her again, this time harder, my teeth grazing the fabric just enough to make her gasp.

"Then who?" I growled, my hand sliding up to cup her other breast, my thumb circling her nipple before pinching it firmly. Natalya cried out, her head falling back, her thighs clenching around nothing.

"Are you afraid they will hear their boss’s horny moans?" I whispered, my lips moving to her armpit, my tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive skin there. Natalya squealed, her body twisting as I lapped at her, my hot breath making her shiver.

"They’ll hear how wet you get for me... how needy you sound when I touch you..." My tongue traced up to her collarbone, then back down, licking a slow, deliberate path to her other nipple, soaking the fabric until it clung to her skin, her hard peak aching for more.

"S-stop..." Natalya whimpered, but her voice was drowning in pleasure, her body betraying her as she arched into my touch. "P-please..."

"Please, what?" I demanded, my lips closing around her nipple through her blouse, my tongue swirling as I sucked hard, making the fabric stick to her skin, her nipple throbbing beneath my mouth.

"You want me to stop?" I pulled back, my teeth scraping the damp material, and Natalya let out a broken, needy sound, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"N-no..." she admitted, her voice raw, her pride shattering under the weight of her desire.

"Good girl," I growled, my lips moving to her ear, my tongue flicking the shell before I whispered, "Because I’m far from done with you."

Yelena and Claire watched, their own breaths ragged, their cheeks flushed with arousal. Claire’s fingers tangled in the sheets, her thighs pressing together, while Yelena bit her lip, her hand sliding up her own skirt, her eyes locked on Natalya’s trembling body.

"Aaaaah hmmm... J-Jack..." Natalya whined, her voice breaking as I licked her nipple again, my tongue swirling before I pulled the fabric aside with my teeth, exposing her bare, hardened peak.

My lips closed around her nipple, my tongue flicking the sensitive bud as I sucked hard, making her back arch off the bed.

Natalya’s body trembled beneath me, her skin flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as I trailed my lips from her nipples down to the sensitive curve of her armpit.

The scent of her—warm, musky, intoxicating—filled my senses, and I inhale deeply, my tongue flicking out to taste her there.

The moment my lips pressed against the delicate skin, she jerked, a sharp gasp escaping her as her fingers clawed at my shoulders.

"J-Jack—!" she whimpered, her voice breaking as I licked a slow, deliberate path up the hollow of her armpit, my tongue swirling over the sensitive flesh. Her body arched off the bed, her thighs clenching around nothing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "N-not there—!"

"Why not?" I murmured, my breath hot against her damp skin as I licked her again, this time longer, slower, my tongue tracing every inch of the soft, hidden flesh.

"You taste so good here..." I growled, my lips pressing against her pulse point, my teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm.

"Sweet... salty..." My tongue flicked again, and Natalya let out a broken, needy sound, her fingers digging into my hair as if she wanted to push me away—but didn’t dare.

Across the bed, Yelena and Claire watched, their own cheeks flaming as they took in the intimate, erotic sight.

Yelena bit her lip, her thighs pressing together, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she watched me lick Natalya’s armpit like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever seen. "That’s..." she swallowed, her voice husky, "so filthy..."