Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 590: Next Stop: Her G-Spot

Haruna shook her head, her fingers twisting together in front of her like she was trying to physically hold herself back. ”No, Jack...” she whispered, her voice thick with shame and something darker, something needier.

”It’s too much... I can’t just—nngh—let you do whatever you want in public—!” Her eyes darted around the bus stop, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to stifle the ache between them.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice a low, rough growl. ”Haruna...” I murmured, my hand sliding down to grip her hip, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.

”You didn’t forget about your promise, did you?” My thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against the sensitive skin just above her ass, feeling the way her breath hitched. ”The one where you said you’d be a good girl for me... no matter where we were?”

She whimpered, her body tensing before sagging against mine, defeated. ”O-Okay...” she stammered, her voice trembling. But then she lifted her chin, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desperation.

”But you’re not allowed to...” She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning even brighter. ”You can’t just... touch me like that. Not where people can see—!”

I chuckled darkly, my hand slipping lower, my fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. ”Oh, baby,” I murmured, my breath hot against her ear. ”I wasn’t planning on fingering you...” My lips curled into a smirk as I felt her shiver. ”But I did promise to make you pay for earlier, didn’t I?”

Her breath hitched, her fingers clutching at my shirt. ”J-Jack—!” she gasped, her voice a mix of protest and anticipation.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her neck, my voice a dark whisper. ”Don’t worry, Haruna...” I murmured, my hand sliding around to press against the small of her back, guiding her toward the approaching bus.

”I’ll make sure you beg for it before I give you what you really want,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch. ”And when I do...” I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark promise, ”You’ll be soaked through those panties before we even get on the bus.”

Haruna’s body tensed, a shiver running down her spine as the bus pulled up to the stop with a hiss of brakes. I didn’t give her time to protest—I gripped her hip and guided her inside, my touch firm, possessive.

The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and the hum of conversation, but all I could focus on was the way Haruna’s fingers clenched around mine, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

We moved toward the back, where the seats were nearly empty. The last row—a two-seater by the window—was ours for the taking. Across from us, another empty pair of seats mirrored ours, giving us just enough privacy to make this interesting.

I slid into the window seat first, pulling Haruna down beside me, my arm immediately wrapping around her shoulders. She stiffened, her eyes darting around at the few scattered passengers, but I didn’t care. Let them look. Let them wonder.

The bus lurched forward, and I used the motion as an excuse to pull her closer, my hand resting on her thigh. ”Relax,” I murmured, my thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of her skirt. ”No one’s watching.” Not yet, anyway.

Haruna’s breath hitched, her thighs pressing together so tightly I could see the tension in her legs, like she was trying to trap the heat already pooling between them. ”J-Jack...” she whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. ”People are right there—”

I didn’t answer. Instead, my hand slid higher up her thigh, my fingers hooking beneath the hem of her skirt, slowly, deliberately pushing it up. Haruna’s lips parted, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark as she tried to stifle a gasp.

The bus hummed around us, the occasional murmur of conversation from the other passengers only making this hotter. She was trapped—trapped between her own shame and the need coiling inside her.

My fingers didn’t ask. I found her—soaked through the flimsy lace of her panties, the fabric already clinging to her like a second skin. I didn’t tease. I owned.

Two fingers pressed hard against her slit, dragging up in a slow, possessive stroke, feeling the way her thighs clenched, the way her breath turned ragged in her throat. ”Fuck,” she choked out, but I cut her off with a growl against her ear—”Quiet, baby. Or do you want them all to know how wet you are for me?”

Haruna’s lips parted, her back arching as I flicked her clit through the lace—once, twice—before she broke, her hips jerking up off the seat like she was trying to ride my hand right there. I didn’t let her. I pinned her, yanking the fabric aside with my teeth before sinking a finger inside her in one deep, cruel thrust.

She was drowning in it, her tight little cunt strangling my fingers like she’d shatter if I pulled away. ”That’s it,” I growled, crooking my fingers just right, ”take my fingers like the desperate girl you are—quietly.” Her nails dug crescents into my arm as I fucked her harder, her whimpers smothered against my shoulder, her whole body coiled tight, seconds from snapping—right there in the back of the fucking bus where anyone could see.

Then the bus lurched. Brakes screeched, and my fingers rammed deep inside her, forcing a broken ”Aaaah—!” from her lips. Haruna’s body jerked forward, her thighs slamming together like she could trap me inside her forever. My cock throbbed at the sound, at the way her walls milked me even as the bus jolted to a stop.

That’s when I saw them.

The doors wheezed open. A man in a wrinkled suit shuffled in, his gaze sliding off us like oil—but the woman behind him locked on. Mid-40s, with the kind of sharp eyes that missed nothing. Her knuckles whitened around her purse strap as she beelined for the back row—directly across from us.

”Fuck.” My cock twitched. The danger was its own kind of foreplay.