Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 603: Planning To Surprise Julie

Chapter 603: Planning To Surprise Julie

Hannah didn’t hesitate. She sauntered past , her hips swaying with the kind of deliberate tease that made my cock twitch. Haruna followed, slower, her steps unsteady, like she was already half-drowned in the promise of what was coming.

The bathroom was all steam and slick tile by the ti I joined them. Hannah was already under the spray, water sluicing over her skin, her hands mapping her own body with lazy, possessive strokes.

After taking a shower, we got dressed, with Haruna wearing Hannah’s clothes as her own clothes were drenched in Hannah’s piss.

I decided to take Haurna back to her ho as it was getting late. I drove with Haruna, and by the ti I dropped Haruna off, the city outside had a jagged skyline of neon and shadow. The drive back to her place was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound between us, thick and charged like the air after a storm.

She kept stealing glances at , her fingers twitching in her lap like she was fighting the urge to reach over and take what she’d already had a taste of.

We soon reached there, and I walked her to her apartnt, the hallway reeking of stale cigarettes and cheaper perfu. The door swung open before we even reached it—Yuko standing there, her posture rigid as a drawn blade, her dark eyes flicking between us like she was already calculating threats.

"Sister Yuko," I drawled, leaning against the doorfra, my body loose, my smile all teeth. "We’re leaving for Arica tomorrow." I tilted my head, letting my gaze rake over her—the way her fingers flexed at her sides, the way her pulse jumped in her throat. "You and Haruna should also co with us."

Yuko’s jaw tightened, the muscle feathering under her skin like a warning. She nodded, but her eyes flickered away too fast—like my gaze was a blade she couldn’t quite steel herself to et. That stubborn set of her mouth, the way her lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line, was supposed to radiate strength. But I’d seen that look before. On won who thought they could outlast . On won who broke under .

It didn’t make her weak. It just made her interesting.

I lingered a second longer than necessary, letting the silence stretch between us like a taut wire, before pushing off the doorfra with a slow, deliberate shrug. "Tomorrow, then." My voice was a low rumble, the kind that vibrated in the chest and left a mark. "Don’t keep

waiting."

The drive back to Julie’s was a blur of neon and shadow, the city’s pulse thrumming through the car like a second heartbeat. By the ti I walked through the door, the house was quiet—too quiet—save for the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen.

Julie was awake.

Of course she was.

She stood at the counter, her back to , the curve of her spine accentuated by the way she leaned over the sink, scrubbing at a pot with more force than necessary.

The water ran hot—steam curled around her fingers, her knuckles red from the heat. "Don’t look for Haruna," she said, not turning around. "She went out to buy sothing for our sisters."

I chuckled, low and knowing, as I toed off my boots and let the sound echo through the room. With Hannah’s favorability ter dinging at full capacity.

Now that she’d had a taste of what I could give her, she wanted to play nice with her sisters. Wanted to be the good one. The selfless one.

I looked at Julie, who was working in the kitchen, and thought today might be our last ti here in Germany, and I won’t get alone ti with Julie once I return to Arica... so why not make it special for her, and give her a surprise that I’ve always wanted to give?

I moved, my steps were quiet, predatory, as I crossed the kitchen and pressed myself against her back. She stiffened, just for a second, before lting into —because she knew. Knew what I was. Knew what I could do to her.

My arms slid around her waist, my hands splaying over her stomach, pulling her flush against . She was warm, so warm, the heat of her seeping through the thin fabric of her shirt, branding .

"Julie," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice rough with the promise of sothing dark and sweet. "There’s sothing... I want to show you."

She tensed again, but this ti it wasn’t resistance. It was anticipation. "I’m busy," she said, but her voice was already thinning, already betraying her.

The pot clattered against the sink as she abandoned it, her hands coming up to cover mine where they rested against her stomach.

I turned her in my arms, slow and deliberate, giving her just enough ti to want it before my mouth crashed into hers. She gasped, her lips parting under mine, and I took advantage—my tongue sweeping in to claim her, deep and possessive.

She tasted like mint and sothing sweeter—sothing eternal—and when I finally pulled back, her eyes were soft, her breath coming in trembling gasps, as if I’d stolen it from her lungs.

Julie’s lips were swollen from mine, her skin flushed with the heat of us, and when she swayed toward , it wasn’t just desire—it was gravity, the unspoken pull that had existed between us since the very beginning.

I pressed my forehead to hers, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip, morizing the way it trembled under my touch. "Co with ," I whispered, my voice rough with sothing I’d never let myself na before. "Let

show you sothing."

A breathless laugh trembled from her lips, but her fingers clawed at my chest like she was drowning. "What are you—? We can’t just... keep doing that all the ti..." Her voice cracked, half-protest, half-lt.

I knew exactly where her mind had gone. With a smirk, I flicked her forehead—sharp, stinging. She jolted back with a gasp, "Ugh! Hmm—ow! Where the hell are you—?" Her words dissolved into a frustrated whine as I tugged her forward, letting her stumble just enough to press flush against .

I silenced her with a finger to her lips, my touch gentle, reverent. "Shh." My other hand cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing away the single tear that had escaped. "Close your eyes, love." My voice was a vow. "And trust ."

She searched my face for a long, heartbreaking second—because Julie had spent a lifeti learning not to trust easily, as I would always bully her.

But then, slowly, she nodded. Her lashes fluttered shut, dark and delicate against her skin, and the way she surrendered to , even just in this small thing, nearly broke .

I gathered her into my arms, holding her like she was made of starlight, and then we were rising—not walking, not running, but floating using Telekenesis, the wind rushing around us like a benediction.

Julie gasped, her fingers clutching at my shirt, but she didn’t open her eyes. She trusted . And that trust was the most precious thing anyone had ever given .