“Yes.”
“Wrap your arms around my neck and lean into me.”
I silently follow instructions.
“I’m going to slide my fingers inside of you now, and I want you to fuck them.”
I whimper in ecstasy and in a bit of embarrassment. His words are so dirty but such a turn on.
“That’s good, baby,” he croons as his fingers ram in and out of me.
“Shhh,” I breathlessly warn. “No one can know that you’re in here.”
He laughs almost sinisterly.
“You’re the one who’s going to have to try hard to be quiet, Juliette.”
His fingers pick up momentum and I find my hips meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m about to come. I don’t want to. I want this to go on for forever, but he is working my body like he is fine tuning an underused instrument and getting it in pitch perfect condition.
I want to scream as I orgasm, but realizing all the people who are on the other side of that door, I decide instead to muffle my release into the lapel of his suit jacket.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He continues to coax my orgasm to completion.
Then he drops to his knees and orders me lift my dress.
“Lift your dress to your waist, hold it high, and be quiet for me a little longer while I clean you up.”
When Joseph’s warm mouth descends upon my pussy, it’s like an out of body experience. I don’t know how he thinks I’m supposed to stay still and not say a word like this. Or maybe that’s the point? To torture me in my own damn house.
He holds me still with his hands on my ass, and talks to me in between laps of his tongue.
“This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.”
Another lick.
“I want to own this.”
A gentle suck.
“Can you come for me again, baby?”
As he continues to clean my release with his mouth, I can feel another orgasm beginning to wind and coil inside of me.
“Joseph,” I mutter in blissful misery. “I think–“
“Yeah,” he growls. “I definitely think you’re ready.”
At this point I can’t talk.
I can barely think straight.
All I feel is pleasure and adoration of this man on his knees for me.
“Come for me, Juliette. Right the fuck now.”
I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. Tiny little explosions pop like popcorn inside of my head and behind my tautly shut eyelids as I come harder than imaginable. In my childhood bedroom. By a man who has absolutely ruined me for any other.
I belong to Joseph now.
