Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 964: Samantha’s Boyfriend- Nico

Yuko’s blush deepened to a vivid scarlet the moment she realized how intimately she’d just touched my lips—her fingertip still hovering near my mouth for a heartbeat too long. She yanked her hand back as if burned, eyes wide and glassy, lips parting in silent horror at her own boldness.

"I... I am going back..." she stammered, voice cracking on every syllable. "I still need to pack a few things..."

She didn’t wait for anyone to respond. She spun on her heel—hair whipping behind her—and practically fled the room, footsteps quick and flustered, door swinging shut with a soft thud that felt louder than it should have.

The silence that followed was thick—charged.

I let out a low, amused chuckle, shaking my head as I watched the door settle.

Julie stepped forward immediately—hips swaying with that familiar, predatory grace—until she stood right beside the bed. She looked down at me, arms crossed under her chest, one perfect brow arched in mock disapproval.

"Husband..." she said, voice low and teasing, but with a thread of genuine fondness underneath.

"You’ve become really bad. Poor girl Yuko... she’s completely manipulated by you. Wrapped around your little finger and doesn’t even know it yet. I almost feel bad... bullying her like this, letting her drown in guilt while you play the wounded saint."

I chuckled again—darker this time—and reached out fast. My hand closed around her wrist, yanking her forward with casual strength. She stumbled half a step—gasping in delighted surprise—and I pulled her straight down onto my lap, straddling my thighs, her skirt riding up instantly to expose the tops of her stockings.

Julie’s breath hitched. Her hands flew to my shoulders for balance, tits pressing against my bandaged chest through her blouse.

"What are you doing—?" she stammered, voice cracking into a half-laugh, half-moan. "Everyone is watching...!"

I grinned up at her—unrepentant—hands already sliding up the backs of her thighs, under her skirt, gripping the firm, warm flesh of her ass.

"Hmph..." I murmured, voice rough and teasing. "I didn’t expect my wife to still be so shy. There’s no outsider here, Julie. They’re all your sisters now."

I tilted my head toward the room—Gabriela lounging on the edge of the bed with a wicked smile, Samantha standing frozen near the door with wide eyes and parted lips, Sarah leaning against the wall with her shirt still scandalously open, cleavage heaving as she bit her lip to stifle a laugh, Lorena perched on the armrest giggling behind her hand, Marina calmly tapping her tablet but watching with a small, amused curve to her mouth.

Julie’s blush flared brighter—rare for her—but she didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she shifted her hips deliberately, grinding down once against the growing bulge in my pants, letting me feel how wet she already was through her panties.

Suddenly, the sharp trill of a phone cut through the room’s heavy, post-tease quiet.

Everyone’s heads turned.

It was Samantha’s—vibrating insistently on the side table.

She froze—eyes widening in instant dread as she saw the caller ID flash on the screen: Nico.

Her hand trembled as she picked it up, voice barely a whisper.

"Jack... it’s my ex-boyfriend... he’s bothering me again..."

I chuckled—low, dark—and plucked the phone from her fingers before she could answer.

The screen glowed: Nico in bold letters, call timer already ticking.

I hit accept and put it to my ear.

"Hello..."

A furious male voice exploded through the speaker—loud enough that everyone in the room could hear.

"Who the fuck are you? Where is Samantha? Put her on right now!"

I leaned back against the pillows—casual, unbothered—while Julie chose that exact moment to press herself tighter against my lap. Her soaked panties dragged along the length of my cock through my pants, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind that made my breath hitch. The thick head caught against her clit; she bit her lip to stifle a moan—but not quite fast enough.

I groaned—low, involuntary—right into the phone.

Nico’s voice cracked with rage.

"What the hell was that? Where is she? Give her the phone right fucking now!"

I let another groan slip out—louder this time—as Julie rocked harder, her wet heat soaking through my pants, her breath hot against my neck.

"Samantha..." I said slowly, voice rough with pleasure, "...she’s hmm... busy..."

Julie pressed down again—grinding her clit directly over the throbbing ridge of my cock—making me hiss through my teeth.

Nico practically snarled.

"Busy doing what? Who the fuck are you? Put her on!"

I laughed—short, dark—and tightened my grip on Julie’s hips, pulling her down harder so my cock slotted perfectly between her soaked folds through the fabric.

"Didn’t I tell you she’s busy?" I said, voice dropping into something cold and dangerous. "Her mouth is already full... she can’t speak right now. And stop bothering her."

I hung up.

The line went dead.

Silence crashed back into the room—thick, electric.

Julie let out a soft, filthy laugh against my throat, hips still rolling in slow, teasing circles.

"That was cruel," she whispered, voice dripping with approval. "And so fucking hot."

Samantha stood frozen—eyes huge, cheeks flaming, thighs clenched so tight her knees knocked together.

"Jack..." she breathed, voice shaking. "You... you just... told him..."

I smirked—reaching out with my free hand to cup Samantha’s cheek, thumb brushing the lingering wetness of her tears and the faint gloss of cum still on her lower lip.

"Samantha," I said, voice low and calm, "I have an idea. Why don’t we make the lie the truth... show it to your ex-boyfriend... so that he can willingly give up."

Samantha’s eyes widened—pupils dilating in surprise. A fresh wave of crimson flooded her cheeks, spreading down her throat and disappearing under the collar of her new blouse.

"What... what lie?" she whispered, voice trembling, though the way her thighs clenched together told me she already knew.

I chuckled—dark, patient—letting my thumb trace the curve of her bottom lip.

"The lie about your mouth being full..."

Samantha’s breath caught audibly. Understanding hit her like a spark—her lips parted on a tiny, shocked gasp, eyes flicking down to my lap where my cock was already thickening again beneath the blanket.

She looked up at me—wide-eyed, panicked, aroused—cheeks burning so hot I could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

"You... you mean..." she stammered, voice barely a breath.

I took her phone from her limp fingers—unlocked it, and opened the camera app. I handed it to Julie, who was already grinning like a cat with cream.

"Here," I said. "Help me shoot."

Julie shifted immediately—graceful, shameless—climbing onto the bed and swinging one leg over my head until she straddled my face. Her tight pencil dress rode up her thighs, bunching around her hips, exposing the black lace of her panties pressed directly against my mouth.

The fabric was already damp—warm, musky, tasting of her earlier arousal. She grinded down once—slow, deliberate—smearing her wetness across my lips.

"Mmm..." Julie hummed, adjusting the phone angle above us. "Perfect view. Samantha’s pretty little mouth... your thick cock... my pussy on your face... this video’s going to break that boy’s heart."

Sarah—still leaning against the wall—pushed off and sauntered closer, voice low and encouraging.

"Why don’t you give it a try, Samantha?" she purred. "Show Nico exactly why you don’t need him anymore. Show him what a good girl you are for Jack."