Again and again, he sucks me, teases me, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before he takes it away, leaving me writhing on the bed and begging. "Please," I moan. "Julian, now."
He lifts his head momentarily to kiss my inner thigh. “On your knees.”
I roll over, doing as I’m told, and I get on my hands and knees.
“Drop to your elbows,” he commands.
I do as he says, and that's when he grabs the baby oil and pours it all over my ass and thighs.
Christ…
He begins to rub it in, letting his fingers slide into my open sex. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He pumps me for a while, and I close my eyes, allowing the pleasure I’m feeling to take over.
He kisses the small of my back as he slides a finger into my back opening.
“Oh…” I scrunch my eyes shut.
“Let me in.”
I try to control my breathing and relax as he slides another finger in deep. His lips stay on my back. I can see his cock through my legs, and I swear, he looks like he’s about to come. It makes my mouth fall open.
This is off the fucking charts hot.
He slowly works me, pulling me by the hip bone until I'm backed onto his fingers. I close my eyes as the pleasure shoots through me.
“You like that, my dirty girl?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper.
He spreads his two fingers, and then he adds another. I have to close my eyes tighter to deal with it. This is unlike anything I have ever experienced. It’s so wrong, but so, so fucking good.
I feel a sharp sting as the whip connects on my ass, but he immediately follows it with a deep thrust of his fingers.
I moan from deep inside.
Julian repeats that action twice more, each one more pleasurable than the last, and then he removes his fingers. That’s when I feel his cock at my back entrance.
He pours more oil over my behind, rubbing it in with his thumb before he lines himself up and pushes forward. My face plants into the mattress as a searing pain burns through me.
“Oh!” I cry out.
He bends and places a kiss on my back. "You're doing great, baby. I'm nearly in."
His hand comes around to my clitoris and he circles his fingers at just the right pressure to make me feel pleasure instead of pain. My eyes roll back in my head and he lurches forward again.
“Ah!” I cry into the mattress.
“That’s it.” He pulls out and pushes back in as slowly as he can. I scrunch my eyes shut. He pulls out and slides deeper, never stopping his fingers moving over my clitoris.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers. “Fuck me.”
The sound of his voice pulls me from my trance and I push back a little.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he rasps. “You’re doing great.”
I push back again and he hisses.
God, he loves this.