I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 334 Duchess of Ethwer - r18

Chapter 334  Duchess of Ethwer - r18

Julian's fingers curled inside her, pressing against that sensitive spot that sent jolts of pleasure straight up her being.

The Duchess let out a tired moan, her body already trembling from the aftershocks of her last orgasm, yet he was relentless, dragging her back into that overwhelming pleasure.

His thumb circled her clit with gentle, arousing strokes, keeping her right between pleasure and the unbearable ache of shame.

"You're so sensitive," he murmured, his voice dark with amusement as he watched her body quiver beneath his touch. "I wonder how many times I can make you cum before you beg me to stop."

She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body caught between desire and desperation. He pulled out his fingers slowly, watching as the slickness coated them, glistening under the dusky light.

He smirked, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, his eyes locked onto hers as he tasted her.

A flush of heat spread across her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through her veins. "Julian..."

But before she could form a clear thought, he was kneeling before her. His hands reached out, gripping her thighs and spreading her wide.

The evening air was cool on her flushed skin, making her shiver as his hot breath teased over the wet folds of her pussy. His hands held her in place, thumbs pressing firmly into the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs as his mouth closed in on her.

His tongue flicked out slowly, licking and tasting her as if she were the finest dessert. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer even as her legs trembled beneath his grasp.

He chuckled inside her, the vibrations sending different jolts of pleasure through her core. His tongue moved with skillful precision, flicking and swirling over her swollen clit, teasing her just enough to drive her wild.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, pressing herself into his mouth, silently begging for more. He complied like a gentleman, sucking her clit, flicking it in quick, torturous motions.

She moaned his name, her fingers tightening in his hair, pulling at the strands as pleasure built inside her like a storm about to break.

"You taste fucking divine," he teased, his voice thick with hunger. "And you are dripping for me, Duchess."

She barely had time to register his words before two fingers plunged back inside her. He curled them just right, stroking that spot that made her see stars.

Her thighs clenched around his head, but he didn't stop, didn't even slow. If anything, he grew more ruthless, his fingers working in sync with his tongue, pushing her higher and higher until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

"Julian—I—" The words broke into a strained cry as pleasure crashed over her, her entire body freezing up as her orgasm tore through her.

Her hips jerked in his mouth, but he didn't stop, prolonging her release until she was utterly spent. Only then did he pull away, his lips glistening with her pussy juices, his eyes dark with hunger.

He rose to his feet, capturing her lips in a kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. The kiss was deep and consuming, and when he finally pulled back, she was breathless, her legs shaking so violently she had to grip his arms to stay upright.

"Think you can handle more?" he teased, dragging the tip of his cock along her still-sensitive folds, making her shudder.

She should have said no. She should have told him she needed a moment. But her body betrayed her, tilting her hips forward, inviting him back in.

His smirk was pure sin. "Greedy little thing."

With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her again, stretching her impossibly wide. The sensation was almost too much—her body still pulsing from her last orgasm—but it only heightened the pleasure, making every inch of him feel devastatingly good.

Julian growled against her neck, his hands gripping her hips as he set a punishing pace. The tree shook behind her with each thrust, the rough bark scraping against her back. His cock hit deep, pushing her closer to another release with each brutal stroke.

Her cries filled the garden, desperate and wild as her body surrendered completely to his. His grip tightened, pulling her hips to meet every thrust, his need for her insatiable.

The sound of their bodies meeting, the wet, obscene noises of their pleasure, only added to the heat between them.

"You feel fucking perfect," he growled, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "Like you were made for me."

His words sent a tremor through her, and she clenched around him, drawing a deep, throaty moan from his throat. His pace grew erratic, more desperate, and she knew he was close. But he wouldn't let go until she did.

His hand slid between them, finding her swollen clit, rubbing in circles that sent her spiraling toward the edge once more. Her body arched, every muscle tensing, as the pleasure consumed her again.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough, his thrusts harder, deeper.

She had no choice. The pleasure built to its peak, and she exploded around him, her scream muffled by his shoulder as she convulsed in his arms.

Julian followed moments later, his rhythm faltering before he buried his cock completely inside her.

"Yes..." he moaned as he spilled deep inside her, his cock throbbing with each pulse of release.

They stayed like that for a long moment, bodies locked together. Their breathing was heavy, the sight around them still and quiet except for their ragged exhales.

Finally, Julian pulled back slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips before grinning down at her. "I think we have thoroughly settled our arrangement."

She was too spent to argue, her body weak, satisfied, and utterly ruined by him.

But she knew, deep down, this was only the beginning.

Julian pulled out slowly, his cock still twitching. He lifted her carefully and placed her on the ground gently. Her legs wobbled, and she leaned against the tree, breathing unevenly, her body still shaking from the intensity of their pleasure.

He sat beside her, his back resting against the trunk. The night air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a lingering reminder of what they had just done.

Julian ran a hand through his messy hair, his cock still hard, twitching with unsatisfied hunger.

"You are insatiable," she murmured. Her fingers reached out, caressing and teasing his thigh though her own body was still recovering.

He smirked, tilting his head to look at her. "And you love it," he said, his hand catching hers, guiding it to his cock. "Seems like you are not done with me just yet, Duchess."

She wrapped her fingers around him and began stroking him slowly. "I have to agree with that," she admitted, her lips curling in a small, wicked smile.

Julian exhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "Then why don't you clean me up?" he murmured.

She hesitated, her hands stopping. "No," she said softly, shaking her head. "My husband is waiting on me. It's too late."

Julian leaned in, planting a kiss on her collarbone before moving lower. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

"Mmmhh..." She gasped, a soft moan slipping from her lips.

He smirked, lifting his gaze to hers. "I already fucked you like an animal," he teased. "A little suck isn't that risky, Duchess."

She swallowed hard, her eyes locked onto his as she felt the heat between them intensify. Her fingers played with his cock, feeling the pulse of need beneath her touch. Julian tilted his head back slightly, a quiet groan escaping his lips as her grip tightened.

Slowly, hesitantly at first, she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on the tip. His fingers slipped into her hair, guiding her but not forcing. She flicked her tongue, tasting the lingering remnants of their release.

Julian's grip on her hair tightened, his hips jerking slightly as she wrapped her lips around him.

"Just like that," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "You are a fast learner."

She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him, teasing him. She moved with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the way he reacted, the way his breath came in sharp gasps as she worked him with her mouth.

The sounds of her soft moans mixed with the wet noises of her mouth moving over him, and Julian closed his eyes, his other hand gripping the tree trunk beside him.

"Look at you," he groaned, "On your knees, taking my cock so well."

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, dark with desire. The sight of her like this—so beautiful, so unrestrained—sent a wave of pleasure through him. His hips bucked slightly, and she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him as she adjusted to his size.

"Fuck, Duchess," he growled, his head falling back. "You are going to make me lose control."