The Bitter Taste of Revenge

Chapter 22: Intimate moments

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His tongue explores every inch of my mouth as we keep our movements going.

His erection pushes against me in the most pleasurable way. Julian starts sucking on my neck, leaving his marks behind. I have to bite into his shoulder to keep myself from screaming when a finger starts pumping in and out of me.

My clit rubs against the material of his trousers. My breasts rubbing against his hard chest. I'm about to explode from all the pleasure when he stops.

Pulling away, I look at him desperately but he just slams our lips once more before standing up.

Julian keeps whatever he has in mind going, when he sets me down on the bathroom floor. My eyes travel down his body on their own and settle on the outline of his dick, that's noticeable despite the minimal lighting inside the bathroom, before settling on his own.

He looks at me through hooded lashes, his plump lips hovering over mine.

I don't know what possesses me when I put my palm on his groin and rub. His dominance gets overtaken by me when his head tilts back by the pleasure I'm giving him. When my lips find the tender skin on his neck.

When I suck and kiss, where he kept kissing me before.

I lingered the tips of my fingers on his tattooed skin. My mouth moves down his body when he grabs my wrist, stopping me. "You don't have to do this, baby."

The pulsating pain between my legs gets more prominent at the sound of his voice. "I want to," I reply.

A dark look crosses his face, and his hands grab my hair roughly. I moan. He pushes his hard groin against my stomach, "then get down on your knees like a good girl and suck." He empathises the last word, eyes looking deep into my own.

I don't hesitate to obey his order, the skin of my knees hitting the rough, tiled surface in the bathroom as my face levels with the large bulge beneath his trousers.

Gulping nervously, I grab his trousers and pull them down. My fingers shaking lightly. I haven't done this before. Ever.

"I don't know how I'm-I'm going to...." I whisper, holding high onto his boxer clad thighs.

He grabs my chin in his hand and tilts my head up, "I'll guide you, just suck."

Pulling down his boxers, his erection stands to attention in front of me. "Put my cock in your mouth and suck," He groans out when I wrap my hand around the base of his dick.

Taking him inside my mouth, I do as he says sucking and lapping my tongue against his hard shaft. Julian throws his head back and lets out an uncontrollably loud groan.

His fingers fist my hair and he starts thrusting inside my mouth. My hand starts pumping around his base as I gag, but he doesn't stop.

"You look so good on your knees." He moans, shutting his eyes right after. I moan around his dick, the vibrations of the sound make him twitch inside my mouth.

Looking up at julian, I see the sharp lines of his jaw, the veins on his stretched throat outlining his skin.

He pulls out of my mouth completely and looks me in the eyes when he slams right back in. "...so good when I fuck your pretty face." Julian whispers.

My pussy gets wetter at the dirty words he tells me and the pleasure he's experiencing. I start rolling my hips against my calves, trying to relieve some of the aching need.

Jules keeps thrusting into my mouth, groaning and moaning. His moves get slower so I take it to myself and pump the part of his cock I can't suck faster.