Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 589: Haruna’s Filthy Begging

”What was that?” I growled, my voice rough, my grip tightening. ”You were saying something?” My thumb pressed against the sensitive crease where her thigh met her ass, and she jerked forward with a whimper.

”N-No! I was—hah!—I was just—!” Her protest was cut short as I squeezed, my fingers sinking deeper, my nails grazing her skin just enough to send a jolt through her. ”Ah! S-Stop—! It’s—nnh—too much—!”

”Too much?” I taunted, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. ”Or not enough?” Without warning, my hand reared back—SMACK!—a sharp, stinging slap landed on her ass, the sound echoing in the confined space.

”AHH—!” Haruna’s body lurched forward, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as a broken, needy moan tore from her throat. ”J-Jack—! That hurts—!”

”Liar,” I rumbled, my palm already rubbing the stinging skin before delivering another slap—harder this time. ”You love it.” SMACK! ”Love when I manhandle this perfect little ass...” SMACK! ”Love when I remind you who you belong to...”

”Nnngh—! P-Please—! It’s—ah!—too much—!” Her voice was breathless, her body trembling, but her hips pushed back into my touch, begging for more.

I chuckled darkly, my hand sliding under the hem of her skirt, my fingers finding the damp lace of her panties. ”You’re soaked,” I growled, my cock throbbing at the feel of her. ”Your pussy’s dripping just from a few slaps...” I tugged the fabric aside, my fingers teasing her entrance. ”Pathetic.”

”N-No—! I’m not—ah!—hah—!” Her denial was weak, her body arching into me as I circled her clit with my thumb.

”Then why are you moaning like a slut in heat?” I demanded, my hand rearing back again—SMACK!—another sharp slap, this one harder, the sound bouncing off the elevator walls. ”Why’s your cunt clenching around nothing?”

”Ahh—! J-Jack—! I can’t—! It feels—nnh—too good—!” Her voice cracked, her legs trembling as I slipped a finger inside her, curling it deep.

”That’s right,” I growled, my lips against her ear. ”It does feel good.” Another slap—SMACK!—her ass jiggling from the impact, her moan loud and desperate. ”Because you’re mine, Haruna. This ass is mine.” SMACK! ”This pussy is mine.” SMACK! ”And you love when I use them both.”

”Y-Yes—! Ah! Yes—! I do—! I love it! Please—! M-More—!” Her words dissolved into a broken, needy whine as my fingers pumped inside her, my palm delivering another sharp slap to her ass.

”Fuck,” I groaned, my cock aching, my control fraying. ”You’re begging for it, aren’t you?” My hand reared back—SMACK!—the sound echoing as her body jerked, her moan raw and unfiltered. ”Louder. Let the whole building hear how much you love this.”

”Ahh—! J-Jack—! I can’t—! It’s—nnh—too much—! My ass—! My pussy—! I—I need—!”

”Need what?” I demanded, my fingers curling inside her, my thumb pressing hard against her clit.

”Y-You—! Ah! You—! I need you—! Please—! F-Fuck me—!”

I smirked, my hand slapping her ass one last time—SMACK!—before gripping her hip and spinning her around, pressing her against the elevator wall.

Jack—” she whispered, her voice tight with something new—fear. ”W-We can’t... not here. What if someone sees? What if Sister finds out—?”

I smirked, my hand already sliding to her ass, my grip firm. ”You think I give a fuck?” I murmured, my lips brushing her ear. ”You were begging for this five minutes ago.”

”N-No, I—” Her protest dissolved into a whimper as my fingers dug into her flesh, my thumb pressing against the sensitive crease where her thigh met her ass.

”J-Jack, please—” Her voice was desperate now, her body trembling, but not from arousal—from panic. ”Not here—! If she hears about us.... from someone in the building—!”

”She won’t,” I growled, my hand slipping under the hem of her skirt, my fingers finding the damp lace of her panties. ”And if she does?” I tugged the fabric aside, my fingers teasing her entrance, feeling how soaked she already was. ”Then she’ll know exactly what a good girl you are for me.”

”Ah—! N-No—! Jack, stop!” Her fingers clawed at my wrist, but her hips betrayed her, arching into my touch. ”We can’t—! Not here—! Please—! Somewhere else—!”

I chuckled darkly, my lips against her ear. ”You want this,” I murmured, my fingers circling her clit just enough to make her gasp. ”You’re dripping for it.”

”I know—! But—nngh—please—!” Haruna’s voice cracked, her body trembling as my finger slid inside her, curling deep enough to make her gasp.

”I don’t want it to be here—!” Her fingers clenched around my wrist, her nails digging in, but her hips betrayed her, arching into my touch despite her protests. The elevator’s descent felt slower than ever, the tension between us thick enough to choke on.

I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully against my pants, but I forced myself to pull back, dragging my fingers free with a wet, obscene sound. I wiped her slickness onto her thigh, marking her, my voice rough with frustration. ”Fine,” I growled, low and dangerous. ”But you’re paying for this later. Every. Fucking. Whimper.”

Her relief was instant, her body sagging against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps. ”T-Thank you—” she whispered, but her fingers still clung to my shirt like she was afraid I’d change my mind. She knew this wasn’t over. The way her thighs pressed together, the way her breath hitched every time I shifted closer—she knew.

The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding, and I stepped out first, adjusting myself with a grimace. Haruna followed, her steps unsteady, her cheeks still flushed. The cool air of the lobby hit us, but it did nothing to dampen the heat still simmering between us.

”We’re taking the bus,” I said abruptly, my voice leaving no room for argument. ”I want to see what Germany feels like.”

Haruna blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion. ”The bus?” she repeated, her voice still breathless. ”But we could just book a taxi.”

”No.” I cut her off, my tone final. ”We’re taking the fucking bus.”

She hesitated for a second, her eyes searching mine, but whatever she saw there made her swallow her protest. ”O-Okay...” she murmured, her fingers twisting together nervously. ”But... you know it’s going to be crowded, right?”

I smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close, my lips brushing her temple. ”Good,” I murmured, low enough that only she could hear. ”Maybe you’ll learn to behave when you’re not getting fingered in the bus.”

Her face burned crimson, the flush spreading down her neck as she elbowed me half-heartedly in the ribs. But the way her body melted against mine, the way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer—she was mine, and we both knew it. No matter how much she pretended to fight it, her body always gave her away.