Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 869: Marina’s Jealous Pussy

Julie turned to Marina with that warm, familiar smile she reserved for family. "Marina, darling—how’s your grandma doing these days?"

Marina returned the smile, soft and genuine. "She’s fine, healthy as ever. Right now she’s fast asleep. I’ll introduce you properly in the morning, Sister Julie. She’ll be thrilled to see you."

She glanced over at the twins standing quietly nearby. "Eva, Ema—please show Sister Julie and Yuko to the guest room."

Then, with a small apologetic tilt of her head toward Julie: "I’m sorry, Sister Julie... our house doesn’t have many spare rooms. You’ll have to share tonight."

Julie waved it off immediately, laughing lightly. "No, no—it’s perfectly fine. We came completely unannounced and barged in on you like this. We’re the ones who should apologize."

Her tone was deliberately polite, almost formal—clearly for Yuko’s benefit. Between Marina and Julie, there were no such barriers; they’d been like sisters for years. The careful phrasing was theater, and Yuko’s slight narrowing of eyes told me she knew it too.

Eva and Ema stepped forward in perfect sync, offering small bows before leading the way down the hall. Julie followed with her usual brisk energy, already chatting about tomorrow’s legal strategy. Yuko trailed behind, silent, her gaze flicking once more to Marina—then to me—before she disappeared around the corner.

The moment they were out of sight, Marina stepped closer, her body brushing mine deliberately. Her hand slid low on my back, fingers dipping just inside my waistband for a fleeting, possessive squeeze. She leaned in, lips grazing my ear.

"When they’re asleep," she whispered, voice thick with unfinished hunger, "I’m coming back to your room. And I’m finishing what I started—nose first, tongue second, until I’ve licked every trace of that lawyer bitch off you. Then you’re going to fuck my face until I can’t breathe anything but you."

She nipped my earlobe—hard enough to sting—then pulled away with an innocent smile just as my phone started vibrating in my pocket.

I glanced at the screen: Sarah calling.

I stepped away from Marina long enough to answer, keeping my voice low.

"Hello?"

Sarah’s voice came through instantly, tight with worry. "Jack. Are you okay?"

I gave Marina a quick look—she raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, arms crossed, watching me like a hawk.

"I’m fine, my officer beauty," I said, letting a teasing warmth creep into my tone. "Just... handling a few unexpected houseguests."

I gave her the short version: the press conference fallout, the legal team showing up, Julie’s protective fury, Yuko’s sudden arrival, and her icy suspicion about Lorena. I left out the part where Marina had her nose buried in my crotch, sniffing for evidence of my latest conquest.

Sarah exhaled sharply. "I’m coming over there right now."

"No," I cut in, firm but gentle. "Not tonight. Yuko’s here. If she sees you show up this late, it’ll raise too many questions. Where are you right now?"

"I’m at the hospital. With Gabriela." Sarah replied

My grip tightened on the phone.

"She saw the news," Sarah continued. "She’s been asking about you nonstop—worried sick. And when she heard the accusations... about you supposedly making Diaz like that... she cursed every single person who said it. Called them liars, vultures, worse. She’s ready to burn the world down for you."

I closed my eyes for a second, picturing Gabriela’s fierce dark eyes, the way her loyalty had shifted so completely once she became mine.

Sarah’s voice dropped lower. "I don’t know what she’ll do when she finds out we’re the ones who actually did that to Diaz."

"She won’t find out," I said flatly. "Gabriela is my woman now. She’s loyal. But I still don’t want her to know the full truth—ever. Diaz needs to stay alive... for now."

Sarah was quiet for a beat. Then: "Do you want me to kill him?"

The question hung there, clinical and ready, like she was asking if I wanted coffee.

I shook my head even though she couldn’t see it. "No. Let Diaz live in despair for the rest of his miserable life. Let him rot, knowing everything he built is gone, and he can’t even prove why. Besides..." My voice hardened. "We still have Sergio and Javier out there. Those bastards went into hiding even when I warned them to surrender themselves. They’re next."

Sarah let out a small, satisfied hum. "Understood. I’ll keep Gabriela calm tonight—tell her you’re safe, that I spoke to you. But Jack... she’s not going to stay quiet forever. She wants to see you. Soon."

"I know. I’ll handle it." I glanced toward the hallway where the guest room light had just flicked on. "Just keep her close. And keep your eyes open for any movement from Sergio’s people."

"Always do." Her voice softened, turning almost tender. "Get some rest, Jack. You sound like you’ve been... busy."

I smirked despite myself. "You have no idea."

"Tell me tomorrow," she said. "In detail."

The call ended with a soft click.

Marina was right in front of me the second I lowered the phone—close enough that I could smell the faint lavender in her hair mixed with the lingering musk of our earlier heat.

"Who was that?" she asked, voice deceptively sweet.

"Sarah." I met her eyes. "Checking in. She’s with Gabriela."

Marina pressed herself fully against me, her soft curves molding to my body as if trying to fuse us together. Her heavy breasts squashed against my chest, nipples already stiff and poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Her breath was hot against my neck when she spoke, voice low and laced with playful frustration.

"Let’s finish what we started..." she murmured, fingers digging into my sides. "Why am I so unlucky? Every single time we’re about to do it, someone has to interrupt... Hmph."

She tilted her head back to look at me, eyes glittering with determination.

"This time, I’m not letting you go until I’ve drained you dry, Jack. Completely. Every last drop."

Before I could answer, her hand shot down between us. She boldly grabbed my cock through my pants — not gently, but with a firm, possessive grip that made me suck in a breath. She squeezed once, feeling how hard I still was from earlier, then tugged sharply, using my erection like a leash.

"Come on," she ordered, already walking backwards toward the bedroom door, pulling me along with her.

I followed willingly, letting her drag me by the dick as she owned it — which, at that moment, she very much did.

The moment we crossed the threshold, she kicked the door shut with her heel. The click of the lock sounded almost violent in the quiet room.

She didn’t waste time.

Both hands went to my belt, yanking it open with practiced impatience. The zipper came down a second later. She shoved my pants and underwear down just far enough that my cock sprang free, already glistening at the tip from how long I’d been hard.

Marina dropped to her knees so fast it almost looked like she fell.

Her nose was the first thing to make contact — just like she’d promised earlier. She pressed the bridge of her nose right against the underside of my cock and dragged it slowly upward, inhaling deeply, loudly, shamelessly.

"Fuck..." she groaned against my skin. "Still smell her. That lawyer bitch. All over you. Cum... piss... sweat..."