I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Chapter 360: Gregoriaʼs surrender - r18

”Youʼre mine, Grandma—just admit it.” He kissed her again, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her closer.

Gregoria didnʼt answer, but her silence spoke volumes. Her breath came in short, trembling gasps as she trembled against Julian, her body still quivering from the aftershocks.

His fingers had left her aching, desperate for more, and he knew it. She knew he knew it.

She swallowed hard, her voice shaky but laced with something dark and needy. ”You bastard… you ruin me,” she whispered, barely able to keep the longing from creeping into her tone.

Julian chuckled, his breath warm over her damp skin. ”Ruin you?” he whispered, his hands sliding down her hips, gripping her ass with possessive intent. ”You love every second of it. You love how I take you, how I make you beg.”

He pressed himself against her back, letting her feel the hard length of his cock. ”Say it. Say you need more.”

Gregoria bit her lip, her pride fighting with the insatiable hunger pulsing between her thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut, but that only made her more aware of the thick cock pressing against her. She inhaled sharply, her fingers gripping his robe.

”I…” She hesitated, her voice shaky. ”I need you.”

Julian groaned, gripping her chin and tilting her head back until their lips were inches away. ”Louder,” he ordered, his tone seductive. ”Let him hear it. Let dear Grandfather hear how much you fucking crave me.”

Gregoriaʼs cheeks burned, but her body betrayed her. She moaned softly, her hips grinding against him.

”I need you, Julian,” she admitted, her voice breathy. ”I need you to fuck me. Again. Harder.”

Julian laughed darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. ”Good girl,” he murmured before spinning her around and shoving her back onto the bed.

She barely had time to react before he was on top of her. He caught one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking hard.

”Mmhh....” Gregoria cried out, arching into him. Her hands flew to his hair, tangling in the strands as he kissed his way down her body. His tongue flicked over her belly, lower and lower, until she was trembling beneath him, her legs instinctively parting.

”Julian,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. ”Donʼt tease… I need you inside me.”

He looked up at her with a wicked glint in his eye, licking his lips. ”Not yet,” he taunted, dragging his tongue along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, making her gasp. ”I want to hear you beg, Grandma.”

She let out a shaky breath, her pride crumbling beneath the unbearable need coursing through her. ”Please, Julian,” she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking him. ”Please, fuck me. Fill me up. Claim me.”

Julian groaned, positioning himself between her legs, the thick tip of his cock pressing against her pussy. ”Thatʼs more like it,” he murmured before thrusting deep, sinking into her with one powerful stroke.

Gregoriaʼs back arched, a scream tearing from her throat as pleasure engulfed her. ”Yes—fuck! Julian!” she sobbed, her nails dragging down his back. Her mind flashed again—Augustus waking up, his frail eyes cracking open to see her like this, screaming for their grandsonʼs cock. The idea made her clench harder, a filthy thrill spiking her pleasure. ”More—God, more!”

He didnʼt hold back, gripping her thighs and pounding into her with raw, relentless hunger. The bed creaked beneath them, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, the sound of their fucking echoing in the dimly lit chamber.

”Youʼre mine,” he growled, his lips claiming hers in a brutal kiss. ”Say it. Say who owns you.”

Her mind spun, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the intensity of it all. She gasped, shaking, barely able to form words. ”You—ohhh—Julian! You owe me! You own this pussy!”

His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, his breath ragged against her neck. ”Fuck—say it again,” he demanded, one hand wrapping around her throat as he pounded into her.

”Iʼm yours! Yours, Julian—ahh! Donʼt stop—donʼt ever stop!” she wailed, her body tightening around him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her legs locked around his waist, her eyes shutting close as she felt every thrust push her closer to the edge. Her pussy pulsed around him, the pressure building until it was almost too much.

Julian felt it, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her gasp. ”Come for me, Grandma,” he growled, his voice raw. ”Let it rip you apart—scream my name so loud he would hear it in his fucking grave.”

Gregoriaʼs eyes rolled back, her body trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm surged closer. ”Julian—oh God—Julian!” She screamed, her voice shattering the air as the first wave hit.

Her pussy clamped down on him, spasming hard, milking his cock as pleasure exploded in her veins. Her nails clawed deeper into his back, leaving red wounds.

”Ahh—fuck—yes!” she sobbed, her cries echoing in the room. Her body arched off the bed, every muscle tensing as the second wave crashed over her, even stronger than before, a pulsing, relentless flood that made her shake like she was breaking apart.

Her thighs quivered, her toes curling, and she felt a gush of wetness between them, soaking the sheets as she lost herself completely. ”Julian—I canʼt—ohh!” Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her face—not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming force of it.

Julian groaned, his pace faltering as she milked him, dragging him to his own edge. ”Fuck, Gregoria—” he growled, his body stiffening.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself completely before spilling inside her. His body shuddered, his grip on her throat loosening as he poured every last drop into her.

For a long moment, they stayed like that—panting, trembling, wrapped around each other. Julian kissed the side of her neck, his lips lazy, possessive. ”Youʼre never getting rid of me,” he murmured, his voice smug and satisfied.

Gregoria, still lost in the haze of pleasure, let out a breathless laugh. ”I wouldnʼt dare.”

She glanced at Augustus, and that curiosity inside her flickered again—what if he had seen? The thought lingered as she turned her gaze back to Julian, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. ”But… what if heʼd watched?”

Julianʼs eyes lit up, a slow grin spreading across his face. ”Oh, Grandma,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across her lips. ”Youʼre starting to sound like me.”