Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Chapter 474 - 474: The next door milf

Jaegar's pulse quickened, his trousers suddenly feeling tighter.He smiled, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Megan, I—"

"Shh," she cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips.

Her touch was warm, her nail painted a deep crimson. "Don't overthink it, kid. Just come inside." She turned, her hips rolling as she sauntered into the house, leaving the door ajar.

Jaegar hesitated for half a second before following her, his sneakers scuffing against the hardwood floor of her living room. He wasn't sure he should be spending time here, leaving his mom. But his other hard head led the way for him inside.

The place was pure vintage: a floral couch with too many throw pillows, a bulky TV playing a show, and the faint smell of vanilla candles.

Megan didn't stop until she reached the staircase, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk that promised trouble. "Upstairs," she said, her voice a sultry command.

He followed, his heart hammering as they climbed the stairs. It had been a while since he was with her, but he could remember how energetic she was.

Her bedroom was at the end of the hall, the door half-open, revealing a king-sized bed draped in red satin sheets.

A ceiling fan spun lazily overhead, stirring the warm air.

Megan kicked the door shut behind them and turned to face him, her eyes blazing with intent. She stepped closer, her hands finding his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his linen shirt.

"Your mom wasn't the only one who missed you," she murmured, her lips brushing his jaw.

"I've dreamt of you, Jaegar. Coming into my room and taking me…" Her hands slid lower, tugging at his belt buckle.

"I want you to make me scream tonight."

Jaegar smirked; she was still the same lady in heat. He thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to let off some steam, as it had been a while.

To ignore such a milf who was offering herself to him, he'd have to be an idiot to do that.

Jaegar thought to himself.

He grabbed her wrists, not to stop her but to pull her closer, his lips crashing into hers.

The kiss was rough, hungry, all teeth and tongue, tasting of iced tea and forbidden desire.

Megan moaned into his mouth, her hands breaking free to claw at his back, nails digging through the thin cotton. She pushed him toward the bed, her movements urgent, almost feral.

They stumbled onto the mattress, the springs creaking under their weight.

Megan straddled him, her thighs clamping around his hips as she yanked her tank top over her head, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her.

Jaegar's hands were on her instantly, roaming her curves, squeezing her hips as she ground against him.

"Fuck, Megan," he growled, his voice thick with need.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound, and leaned down to bite his earlobe. "Language, kid," she teased, but her own voice was ragged, betraying her arousal.

She reached behind her, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside.

Jaegar's eyes darkened as he took her in, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until she gasped, her head tipping back.

She moved her fingers through his long hair, which hung down to his shoulders.

"Harder," she demanded, her voice a mix of plea and command.

Jaegar obliged, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. She arched into him, her nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake.

The pain only spurred him on, his hands gripping her hips as he flipped her onto her back, the bed groaning under the sudden shift.

Megan's eyes gleamed with approval as she lay beneath him, her hair fanned out across the pillow.

She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him down until his weight pressed her into the mattress. "Show me what you've got," she challenged, her voice a husky whisper.

Jaegar didn't need to be told twice.

He kissed her again, rough and unrelenting, his hands tearing at her shorts until they were a crumpled heap on the floor. Her panties followed, and he paused, drinking in the sight of her—naked, flushed, and utterly unashamed.

Her handful of bosom, trim waist, and triangle-shaped bush above her pussy.

She reached for his pants, fumbling with the zipper, her fingers trembling with urgency. He helped her, kicking off his clothes until there was nothing between them but heat and skin.

She gasped as his hard shaft sprang out of his boxers and stared at the muscle rod, dazed.

"It's gotten bigger?" She wondered. It felt like a lifetime since she last saw him naked. She was already dripping wet with juices.

"Why don't you find out?" said Jaegar as he positioned his thick rod at her moist cave.

He entered her in one swift thrust, and Megan's scream of pleasure tore through the room, raw and unrestrained.

"AHH!!"

The sound sent a jolt through him, fueling his rhythm as he moved, hard and fast, each thrust driving her deeper into the mattress. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her legs tightening around him as she matched his pace, her hips rising to meet him.

"Yes, like that," she gasped, her voice breaking into moans.

"Don't stop, Jaegar; don't you dare stop."

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies—skin slapping skin, the creak of the bedframe, and Megan's cries growing louder and more desperate.

She clawed at his back, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as she shuddered beneath him, her first climax hitting like a tidal wave.

"Fuck!" she moaned, her voice echoing off the walls, her body trembling as she rode the aftershocks.

Jaegar didn't slow down.

He grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs over his shoulders, the new angle making her gasp. "Again," he growled, his voice rough with exertion.

"I want to hear you moan my name."

Megan's eyes locked onto his, wild and defiant, as she gripped the sheets, her knuckles white. He drove into her, relentless, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Her moans turned into sobs of pleasure, her body arching as another orgasm ripped through her, her screams filling the room until her voice cracked.

Sweat dripped from Jaegar's brow, his muscles straining as he chased his own release.

Megan's hands found his face, pulling him down for a messy, desperate kiss.

"Come for me," she whispered against his lips, her voice hoarse but commanding.

That was all it took.

With a guttural groan, he let go, his body shuddering as he spilled into her, the intensity leaving him dizzy.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Megan laughed softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Not bad, kid," she murmured, her voice still husky.

"Not bad at all."

Jaegar grinned, his heart still pounding. "You screamed pretty loud yourself."

She smirked, rolling onto her side to face him, her skin flushed and glowing. "Well, you made me." She leaned in, kissing him softly, a contrast to the frenzy of moments before.