Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 830: Auntie’s Deception

The air in the room was thick with tension, the scent of Gabriela’s arousal hanging heavy between us. I knew exactly what I was doing—every move, every word, every breath—was calculated to break her down, to make her mine. And now, it was time to push her further.

With a sudden, exaggerated gasp, I jolted awake, my body jerking back as if I’d just been shocked. My voice was filled with fake horror, my expression a perfect mask of panic. "What—I—?" I stammered, my hands flying up as if to distance myself from what had just happened.

"Auntie, I—I’m so sorry!" My voice cracked with feigned shame, my face flushing as I scrambled to put space between us.

"I’m worse than a beast... I didn’t know what happened... I was sleeping..." I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling as I clutched the sheets. "Yeah... I must have been sleepwalking... Auntie, please believe me!"

Gabriela’s body went rigid at the sound of my voice, her breath catching in her throat. She turned to face me, her dark eyes wide with shock and betrayal. "I..." she stammered, her voice trembling with hurt. "I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person, Jack..."

But as I tuned into her thoughts with my Telekinesis, I heard the real story—the guilt, the desire, the deception she was spinning for herself.

[He’s so innocent...] Her thoughts were a whirlwind of shame and hunger.

[It’s obviously me... I’m the one who pressed against him... Who touched him...]Her breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she tried to justify her actions.

[But he’s apologizing... Like he didn’t even notice what I was doing...]

A dark, filthy thrill shot through her, her pussy clenching at the memory of my cock—hard, thick, pulsing—pressed against her.

[I’m so bad...]Her mind spiraled, her body aching with need.

[To deceive a young man like this... To use him when he’s asleep...]

But then—her thoughts took a darker, more desperate turn.

[But I can’t stop now...] Her mind raced, her body still throbbing from the feel of me.

[Not after feeling him... That size...]

Her breath came faster, her pussy dripping as she remembered the way my cock had pressed against her, the way it had twitched with need.

[My husband was never this big...] The thought sent a jolt of shame and lust through her. [And after Diaz was born... We stopped... He never wanted me like this...]

Her fingers twitched, her mind warring between guilt and desire. [I don’t know why this is happening now...] Her thoughts were frantic, her body betraying her.

[But... I can’t go back... Not after feeling him...]

A wicked, shameless idea flashed through her mind.

[Maybe... maybe I can blame him...] Her thoughts turned deceptive, her mind already spinning excuses. [If he thinks he did it... If he thinks he touched me first...] Her breath hitched, her pussy clenching at the thought. [Then it’s not my fault...]

Her body ached with need, her mind already justifying what she was about to do.

I kept my expression remorseful, my voice pleading. "Auntie, I’m so sorry..." I repeated, my hands clenched in my lap, my eyes downcast. "I didn’t mean it... I swear..."

But as I listened to her thoughts, I heard the truth—the filthy, desperate truth.

[He’s so innocent...] Her mind was a mess of shame and lust. [He doesn’t even know what he’s doing to me...]

Her fingers trembled, her body aching for more.

[But I do...] Her thoughts were dark, twisted. [And I want it...]

She shifted closer, her voice soft, manipulative. "Jack..." she murmured, her hand reaching out to brush my arm. "It’s okay... I know you didn’t mean it..."

But her thoughts betrayed her.

[I’ll let him think it was an accident...]Her mind was wicked, her body hungry.

[But tonight... I’m going to take what I want...]

And oh, this was going to be fun.

I kept my expression innocent, my voice shaky. "Auntie, I promise... It won’t happen again..." I lied, my smirk hidden in the dim light.

But inside?

I was laughing.

Because Gabriela?

She was mine before she even realized it.

She’d be begging for more before the night was over—I’d make sure of it.

Gabriela’s dark eyes flicked down, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of my cock—still hard, still throbbing—as I pretended to hide it with my hand.

[It’s even bigger than before...] Her thought was a breathless whisper in her own mind, her fingers twitching with the urge to reach out, to touch me again.

I made a show of pulling my pants up, my voice trembling with fake embarrassment. "Auntie... I’ll go out now..." I stammered, my cheeks flushed as if I were genuinely ashamed. "I’m so sorry..."

But Gabriela tensed instantly, her body reacting before her mind could even process it.

[No!]Her thought was sharp, panicked.

[If he goes out... what will I do...?]

Her breath came faster, her pussy clenching at the thought of being left alone with this need, this ache that only I could satisfy.

[No... I can’t let him go...]

Her voice was quick, almost desperate, as she reached out, her fingers brushing my arm. "Wait, Jack..." she said, her tone firm but laced with something needy. "You can’t go out like this..."

Her eyes flicked down again, her gaze locked on the bulge in my pants, her mind racing with filthy possibilities. She wanted me to stay. She needed me to stay.

And oh, I knew it.

I paused, my expression carefully conflicted, as if I were torn between shame and obedience. My voice trembled, my hands still clutching at my pants, my body language screaming remorse. "B-but Auntie, I—I can’t..." I stammered, my voice cracking with fake guilt. "Not after what I did..."

But Gabriela wasn’t having it.

[I need him...] Her thought was raw, desperate, her mind spinning with lust and shame. [I need him to stay...]

Her fingers tightened around my hand, her voice soft but firm, laced with a manipulative edge. "You can’t go out like this..." she said, her dark eyes locked onto mine, her gaze flicking down to the bulge in my pants before meeting my eyes again.

"Yeah... Officer Sarah must be out there..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her tone pleading. "If she asked you... What would you do...?"

She shook her head, her expression maternal, concerned—but her thoughts betrayed her.

[Yes...] Her mind raced, her body aching with need. [This excuse will definitely work.]

But we both knew the truth.

She didn’t care about ruining me.

She just didn’t want me to leave.