Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 768: Domestic Violence

I pulled my fingers away from Natalya’s throbbing clit, her juices glistening on my skin, thick and slick with her arousal.

I held them up between us, the evidence of her desire coating my fingers, shimmering in the dim light of the cabin.

Natalya’s breath hitched, her cheeks burning with shame as she watched me, her body still trembling from the pleasure I’d just denied her.

Then, slowly, deliberately, I darted my tongue out, licking my fingers clean, one by one, my eyes locked onto hers.

The taste of her—sweet, musky, intoxicating—filled my senses, and I let out a low, approving groan. ”Mmm...” I murmured, my voice rough, ”so fucking sweet, boss.”

Natalya’s face flamed crimson, her fingers clenching into the sheets as she realized—Claire and Yelena were watching. Witnessing. Hearing. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her voice shaking with embarrassment. ”J-Jack...” she whispered, her eyes flicking to the side, unable to meet mine.

”What’s wrong, love?” I taunted, my voice a dark purr as I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. ”Don’t like your sisters seeing how wet you get for me?” My tongue flicked out again, tracing the shell of her ear before I whispered, ”Or is it that you love it... but don’t want to admit it?”

Natalya let out a broken, needy sound, her body arching as I pressed my knee between her thighs, forcing them apart. The friction of my leg against her soaked panties made her whimper, her hips rolling against me, seeking more. ”N-no...” she stammered, but her voice lacked conviction, her body betraying her protest as she ground herself against my thigh.

Claire bit her lip, her eyes dark with arousal as she watched me tease Natalya, her own breath coming faster. ”Oh, Natalya,” she murmured, her voice soft but amused, her fingers tracing down her own thigh. ”You know you’re dripping for him.” Her gaze locked onto Natalya’s flushed face, her smirk deepening. ”Why hide it?”

Natalya glared at her, her pride flaring despite her desperation. ”Hmph,” she mocked, her voice sharp but breathless, ”what are you looking at me for?” She shifted, her lips curling into a challenge. ”Let me see your pussy—to see if it’s not dripping...” Her eyes flicked to Claire’s thighs, her tone taunting. ”Even though he hasn’t touched you yet.”

Claire’s cheeks flamed, her fingers pausing on her thigh as Natalya’s provocation hit its mark. ”Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” Natalya purred, her voice dripping with mockery, ”of me—your senior sister.”

Claire laughed, shaking her head, though her blush deepened. ”Since when are you the elder sister?” she shot back, her eyes gleaming with amusement. ”You’ve been acting like the youngest since you started whining for his cock.”

Yelena chuckled, her hand sliding up my arm as she leaned in, her voice husky with mischief. ”Oh, little sister Claire,” she purred, her gaze flicking between them, ”who said she was afraid?” Her smirk turned wicked as she trailed her fingers down Claire’s arm, her voice dropping to a whisper.

”Why don’t you show her, sister?” Her eyes gleamed with challenge. ”Show Natalya how your pussy is better than this little girl’s.”

Claire’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening on her thigh as Yelena’s words settled over her.

For a moment, she hesitated, her cheeks burning—but then, her defiance flared. ”Fine,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm, her hands moving to the hem of her skirt. ”If you insist.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted the fabric, exposing her lace-clad hips, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. Natalya’s eyes widened, her breath catching as Claire pulled them aside, revealing her glistening, swollen folds.

”There,” Claire said, her voice breathless but triumphant, her fingers gliding through her own wetness, her glistening folds on full display. ”Still think you’re the only one dripping for him?” Her eyes gleamed with challenge, her lips curled in a smug smile as she watched Natalya’s reaction.

Natalya’s lips parted, her cheeks burning as she stared at Claire’s exposed pussy, her own body aching with need. ”Y-you—!” she stammered, her pride flaring despite the desire pooling between her thighs.

But then, her gaze flicked to Claire’s dense, dark pubic hair, and her mocking smirk returned. ”It’s a jungle down there,” she taunted, her voice dripping with false superiority. ”Mine is brand new... not like yours.” She tilted her chin, her tone sharp. ”Jack will like mine... yours is ugly.”

The words hit like a slap.

Claire’s smirk faltered, her fingers freezing mid-motion. A shadow of insecurity crossed her face, her shoulders tensing just slightly. She pulled her hand back, her expression falling as Natalya’s mocking words settled over her.

”Enough.”

My hand came down on Natalya’s ass with a sharp, resounding smack, the sound echoing through the cabin. Natalya yelped, her body jerking forward as a small, surprised squirt escaped her, her cheeks flaming with shock.

”Don’t talk to your sister like that,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, my grip on her hip tightening. ”And who said I don’t like her pussy like that?” My eyes burned into Natalya’s, my tone final. ”I love it.”

Natalya’s defiance crumbled.

She sat up, her expression softening as she realized she’d gone too far. ”Sister... Claire...” she murmured, her voice shaky, ”I’m sorry...” She swallowed, her fingers twisting in the sheets. ”I didn’t mean to hurt you... I just said it... casually.”

Claire exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she pulled her skirt back down, her voice soft. ”I...” she started, her cheeks still pink, ”I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have reacted like that...” She looked at Natalya, her eyes sincere.

The tension in the room melted away, replaced by something warmer, something softer.

I pulled Natalya closer, my hand resting on her waist, my thumb brushing soothing circles on her hip. She leaned into me, her body relaxing as the weight of the moment settled between us all.

Claire’s eyes flicked to Natalya’s reddened ass, her expression softening with concern. ”Husband,” she murmured, her voice gentle but firm, ”don’t hit my sister Natalya...” Her fingers brushed over the faint mark, her touch light, almost maternal. ”Look, it’s all red...”

Yelena chuckled, though her tone carried a playful edge of reprimand. ”Yeah,” she added, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned against the bedpost, her gaze flicking between Natalya and me.

”That’s domestic violence, you know. You’re bullying us.” Her smirk was teasing, but there was a hint of seriousness beneath it, a reminder that even in play, there were lines we didn’t cross.