Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 836: The Incubus’s Touch

Gabriela’s dark eyes widened as my finger pushed deeper into her asshole, her lips bitten raw, her body trembling with shame—and pleasure. A whimper escaped her throat, her thighs pressing together as she tried to stifle the sound, her ass clenching around my finger.

[Oh God...] Her thought was a whisper, her mind spiraling with shame—and lust. [He’s finger-fucking my ass... Right in front of Sarah...]

I grinned—dark, possessive—my finger swirling inside her, stretching her tight hole. And then—

I pulled it out.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Gabriela’s breath hitched, her dark eyes locked onto me as I lifted my finger to my nose—inhaling the scent of her, the musky, filthy aroma of her ass. Her cheeks flamed crimson, her body trembling as I held her gaze—unapologetic, hungry.

And then—

I sucked it.

Hard.

A popping sound filled the air as I pulled my finger from my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, savoring the taste of her.

Gabriela’s face burned with shame—and lust. [H-he licked it...] Her thought was a whimper, her pussy throbbing with need. [He tasted me...]

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark growl. ”Mmm...” I purred, my breath hot against her skin. ”You taste so good, Auntie...” My fingers trailed down her thigh, brushing against the damp fabric of her robe.

Gabriela’s breath came in short, desperate gasps, her body arching into my touch, her mind spiraling with shame and lust. [N-no...] Her thought was weak, her resolve crumbling—her ass rolling back against my hand, her moans muffled behind her bitten lips. The heat of her body, the tremor in her thighs, the way her dark eyes flickered between guilt and hunger—it all fed the fire inside me.

Sarah’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel, her knuckles whitening as she pressed the accelerator harder. The car lurched forward, the engine roaring as we sped toward the hospital. The tension in the air was thick—unspoken, electric—a storm of desire, jealousy, and unfinished business.

When we reached the hospital, Gabriela was the first to step out, her bathrobe clinging to her curves, her dark eyes wide with worry—and something darker.

The weight of what had happened in the car lingered between us, unspoken but palpable.

She rushed ahead, her bare feet slapping against the cold hospital floor, her mind torn between fear for Diaz and the filthy memories of my finger inside her.

The hallway stretched before us, sterile and cold, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows. Two policemen stood guard outside Diaz’s room, their expressions stoic, their presence a reminder of the danger that lingered even here.

Gabriela paused at the doorway, her dark eyes locking onto her son—still unconscious, still vulnerable. The sight of him pale and motionless made her breath hitch, her fingers clutching the doorframe.

Sarah stepped closer to Gabriela, her voice cool—but her dark eyes flickered with something unreadable. ”You guys sit here,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. ”I’ll go inquire about the person lurking around here.”

But I heard her thoughts—loud and clear.

[Hmph...] Her mind snarled, her gaze flicking to me—challenging, hungry. [I want to see...] Her thoughts were dark, twisted—amused.

[What this bitch will do...] Her dark eyes locked onto Gabriela, her smirk hidden—but present.

[Now that she’s in front of her son...]

Her mind purred, her thoughts filthy. [Would she still be seduced by Jack...?]
She stepped closer to me, her voice a dark whisper—just for me. ”I want Tyler to witness...” Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot—poisonous. ”His mother is a slut with you.” Her smirk deepened as she pulled away, her gaze lingering on me for a moment too long—knowing, taunting—before she turned and walked out, her hips swaying just enough to tease me.

Gabriela exhaled shakily, her shoulders sagging as she stepped into the room, her fingers brushing against Diaz’s face.

The silence was heavy, oppressive—filled with the beeping of machines and the weight of unsaid words. The sterile scent of the hospital mixed with the faint aroma of Gabriela’s arousal—musky, sweet—still clinging to her skin.

She glanced at me, her dark eyes filled with worry—and something else. Shame. Lust. The memory of my finger inside her, the taste of her own desire on my tongue. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something—but no words came.

[H-how can I think of this...] Her thought was a whisper, her body still humming with the memory of my touch.

[N-not now... Not here...]

I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, my cock still hard beneath my pants—a constant reminder of what we’d done. Of what we could do again.

My gaze never left Gabriela, burning into her skin, daring her to meet my eyes. When she finally did, her cheeks flamed, her breath hitching as she remembered—the way I’d fingered her ass, the way I’d sucked her essence off my finger—right in front of Sarah. The shame and lust in her dark eyes fed the fire inside me, my cock throbbing with need, aching to claim her again.

My voice was gentle—deceptive, soothing—as I spoke. ”Auntie...” I murmured, my tone soft, reassuring—but my intent was anything but. ”Please take a seat...”

With that, I activated the Hand of Arousal ability.

Before she could protest, I walked over to her, my hand closing around hers, pulling her toward me. She stumbled slightly, her body pressing against mine as I guided her onto my lap—her back to my chest, her ass pressing against my hard cock.

The heat of her, the softness of her body, sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my hands sliding around her waist, holding her close.

I pressed my face into her shoulder, my breath hot against her skin, my cock poking her from beneath—hard, demanding, unrelenting. ”Auntie...” I growled, my voice a dark whisper, raw with need.

”I can’t hold back...” My hips shifted slightly, grinding my cock against her ass, teasing her, taunting her. ”I’m going crazy...”

Gabriela let out a moan, her body trembling as she felt me—hard, throbbing—pressing against her. ”Aaaah... J-Jack, don’t...” Her voice was a whisper, desperate—but her ass rolled back against me, her body betraying her.

”Auntie will help you...” Her fingers clenched into fists, her mind racing with shame—and lust.

”But please... Not here...” Her dark eyes flicked to Diaz, still unconscious in the bed, the beeping of the machines a constant reminder of where we were. ”Diaz is still here...”