Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 827: Sleeping With Gabriela

I stood at the basin, my hands moving mechanically through the water as I washed the vegetables, but my mind—my eyes—were entirely on Gabriela. The way her bathrobe clung to her body, the fabric stretched taut over her full, round ass, swaying slightly as she stirred whatever was simmering on the stove.

The robe rode up just enough to tease the shadow between her thighs, the dark curls of her pussy peeking out whenever she shifted. Fuck.

The sight of her—so natural, so unaware—made my cock throb painfully against my pants. I could almost smell her—the warm, musky scent of her skin, the faint sweat lingering from her shower, the heat radiating off her body.

I imagined bending her over the counter, hiking up that flimsy robe, and burying myself in her right then and there. The thought alone made my pulse pound in my ears, my fingers tightening around the vegetable I was washing.

Once the vegetables were clean, I moved behind Gabriela, close enough to feel the heat of her body. My cock was rock hard, pressing insistently against the fabric of my pants, and I didn’t hesitate.

I stepped in just a little closer, letting it brush against the soft, full curve of her ass—just enough to make contact, to let her feel me.

"Auntie," I said, my voice steady, innocent, as I reached around her to place the washed vegetables on the counter in front of her. "Here’s the vegetable."

Gabriela gasped, her body stiffening for just a second as she felt the hard press of my cock against her ass. Her breath hitched, her fingers freezing mid-stir, but before she could react,

I pulled back just enough to make it seem like an accident, as I’d just been standing too close in the cramped kitchen.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t dare. Instead, her breath came faster, her cheeks flushing a deep, embarrassed red that spread down her neck, disappearing beneath the thin fabric of her robe.

I could see the way her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the spoon, her knuckles whitening, her shoulders tensing as if bracing for something she didn’t quite understand. But she didn’t turn around. She didn’t pull away.

And that told me everything.

I didn’t push it. Not yet. I had the whole night to play with her, to break her down, to make her beg. So I stepped back, giving her space, letting the tension simmer between us like a slow-burning fire.

Gabriela finished making dinner in silence, her movements stiff, her breath still uneven. We ate together, the air thick with unspoken words, with the weight of what was coming.

Sarah, ever the master of manipulation, set her fork down with a soft clink against the plate. Her voice was smooth, almost innocent, as she turned to Gabriela.

"Auntie," she said, her tone gentle but firm, "this safe house only has one bedroom. And I think it’s best if you both stay together..." Her eyes flicked to me, then back to Gabriela, her smile reassuring. "That way, I can keep an eye on both of you together. To keep you safe."

Gabriela hesitated for only a second, her dark eyes searching Sarah’s face for any hint of deception. But Sarah’s expression was perfect—concerned, professional, trustworthy. Gabriela nodded slowly, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "If it’s safer..."

Sarah stood, her smile widening just slightly—victory. "Good," she said, guiding us toward the bedroom. "You’ll be safe here."

Gabriela moved toward the bathroom, her bathrobe swaying with every step, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made my cock throb. She closed the door behind her, and the sound of the shower started up a moment later.

Sarah turned to me, her voice a dark whisper. "Lock the door from inside," she instructed, her hand on the doorknob. "When I knock three times like this—" She rapped her knuckles against the wood in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "—open it. Otherwise, don’t open it no matter what."

I smirked, my voice low. "Got it, Officer."

Sarah’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement before she stepped out, the lock clicking into place behind her.

The room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the shower from the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my cock aching as I imagined Gabriela in there—naked, wet, her hands sliding over her body, her skin glistening under the water. The thought alone was enough to make me harder, my fingers twitching with the need to touch her, to claim her.

I glanced at the bed, then at the single recliner in the corner of the room. My voice was hesitant, almost shy, as I turned to Gabriela. "Auntie..." I said, my tone carefully awkward, "You can sleep on the bed... and I’ll sleep on this recliner."

Gabriela paused, her dark eyes studying me for a moment before she shook her head. "How can that be?" she said, her voice warm but firm.

"Just sleep on the bed. It’s big enough for both of us..." Her expression softened, a hint of hurt flickering in her eyes. "Or do you despise Auntie?"

I let out a nervous laugh, my voice stammering as I looked down, my cheeks flushing as if I were genuinely embarrassed. "How can that be?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Auntie is so beautiful... It’s just..." I hesitated, my fingers twisting together. "I’m nervous. This is my first time in a room with a woman."

Gabriela’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. "What?" she breathed, her voice laced with disbelief. "How can that be?"

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I let the silence stretch between us, my head bowed as if I were too embarrassed to meet her gaze.

I could feel her eyes on me, her confusion, her curiosity. And then—her hand was on mine, her fingers warm and gentle as she took my hand in hers.

"Jack..." she said softly, her voice maternal but tinged with something else—something softer, something intimate.

"Just rest on the bed. And I am your mother’s age..." Her thumb brushed over my knuckles, her touch reassuring, comforting.

I let my breath hitch, my voice barely audible. "Okay, Auntie," I murmured, my eyes flickering up to meet hers for just a second before I looked away again, my cheeks still flushed.