Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 593: Julie’s Inferiority Complex

I let out a rough, dark laugh, my fingers tangling in her hair, yanking just enough to make her gasp. ”You think I fucked her half-assed?” I growled, my voice dripping with challenge.

”Baby, I stretched that tight little pussy so wide she was sobbing by the end. But you’re right—she didn’t know how to suck a cock like you do.” My thumb brushed over her bottom lip, pushing it down slightly. ”So why don’t you show me how it’s really done?”

Julie’s eyes flashed, her grip on my cock tightening like she was fighting the urge to break me. ”Oh, I’ll show you, alright,” she spat, her voice a low, venomous purr.

My gaze locked onto Julie, and the air between us crackled with unspoken fury. Her jaw was set, her eyes burning with something raw—something dangerous. I didn’t need to guess what was going through her mind; I reached for it.

[This keeps happening... First my daughter... then Haruna... Both of them gave him their virginity—those tight, untouched bodies... I bet he loved it. I bet he moaned for them, buried himself deep inside them while they gasped and trembled beneath him...]

Her thoughts twisted, a storm of envy and self-doubt.

[And what am I? Just an old lady now. Used up. Past my prime. Why would he even want me when he’s had them—young, fresh, perfect? What if I’m not enough anymore? What if he looks at me and only sees... leftovers?]

Julie’s gaze snapped to mine—sharp, hungry, challenging. Her eyes burned with a mix of fury and desire, her lips curling into something predatory. ”I’ll suck you so fucking good,” she growled, her voice dripping with promise, ”you won’t even remember her name.”

Before I could react, her tongue flicked out, hot and wet, dragging up the length of my cock in a slow, deliberate stroke. The sensation sent a jolt through me, my breath hitching as she reached the tip.

Then—pop—her lips sealed around the head, her mouth enveloping me with a filthy, obscene sound. The wet heat of her tongue swirled, teasing, claiming, as if she were already proving her point.

Her eyes never left mine. This was a challenge. This was a war. And she intended to win.

”Fuck—” The word tore from my throat as her mouth slid down, her tongue swirling over the underside, her hand still gripping the base like she owned it.

She pulled back with a wet sound, her lips glistening, her eyes locked onto mine. ”Did she even touch your balls, Jack?” she taunted, her free hand cupping them, her fingers rolling them with just the right amount of pressure.

”Did she know how to lick them like this?” Her tongue dragged over the sensitive skin, slow and deliberate, before she took one into her mouth, sucking hard enough to make my knees fucking buckle.

”No,” I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips jerking forward. ”She didn’t—fuck, Julie—”

”That’s what I thought,” Julie murmured around my skin, her voice vibrating against my balls. She pulled back with a filthy pop, her lips swollen, her eyes gleaming with dark triumph.

”She didn’t know how to worship you like I do.” Her tongue swiped up the length of my cock again, her lips following, her mouth hot and wet and fucking perfect.

I growled, my grip on her hair tightening, my cock throbbing against her tongue. ”You’re a fucking menace, Julie.”

She smirked, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot against my skin. ”And you love it.” Her hand slid between my legs, her fingers pressing against my taint, her nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin. ”You love that I can make you beg like a fucking whore.”

”I don’t beg for anyone,” I snarled, my voice rough, my body coiled tight with need.

”We’ll see about that,” she purred, her mouth sealing around the head of my cock again, her tongue swirling, her lips tight. Her hand cupped my balls, her fingers rolling them, squeezing them just enough to make my breath stutter.

But she pulled away again, her lips curling into a dark, triumphant smile. ”No,” she said, her hand still stroking me, her thumb pressing against the slit.

”You don’t get to fuck my mouth,” she purred, her voice a low, dangerous hum as she swiped her tongue over the head again, savoring the bead of precome.

”Not until I say so.” She pulled back just enough to let the cool air tease my wet skin, her lips glistening, her gaze locked onto mine—daring me to argue. ”And right now?” A slow, wicked smirk curled her lips. ”I’m enjoying this way too much to let you take control.”

I could feel it—the desperation beneath her dominance, the way her thoughts had betrayed her earlier. Will he not want me anymore? The insecurity lingered, raw and vulnerable, even as she tried to mask it with command.

So I let her have this. Let her own it. Let her take what she needed—control, validation, the intoxicating rush of power—because right now, she needed to prove it to herself more than I needed to prove anything to her.

And fuck, if she didn’t look stunning doing it.

Then her mouth was on me again, her lips sealing around the head as her tongue swirled, her hand stroking the base in slow, deliberate pulls. Her other hand cupped my balls, her fingers rolling them, squeezing them just enough to make my breath stutter.

”Fuck, Julie—” My hips twitched forward, but she pressed her hand against my stomach again, holding me still.

”Not yet,” she murmured around my cock, her voice muffled but the words clear. ”You cum when I say you can.”

Her tongue dragged up the length of my cock again, her lips following, her mouth hot and wet and fucking perfect. She took me deep, her throat opening to take the head, her hand still working my balls, her fingers pressing against the sensitive skin behind them.

”You’re mine,” she growled again, pulling back to lick the underside of my cock. ”And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Her mouth sealed around me again, her tongue working, her lips tight, her hand stroking, her fingers rolling my balls. The sounds she made—wet, obscene—filled the room, mixing with my ragged breaths, my groans, the slap of skin against skin.

”Julie, I’m—fuck, I’m close—”

She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening, her eyes dark and triumphant. ”Not yet,” she said, her hand still wrapped around my cock, her thumb pressing against the slit.

Her tongue swiped over the head again, collecting the precum before she pulled back, her gaze locked onto mine. ”What... can’t hold back anymore?”