I obey instantly, palms flat against the warm stone, ass presented. He kicks my feet wider apart, then hooks two fingers under the lace at my hips and rips. The fabric tears with a sharp, satisfying sound.
The warm air kisses my bare pussy. I’m already soaked.
“Look at you,” he says, voice rough. “Dripping for a stranger who’s barely touched you.”
His palm cracks against my ass, once, twice, three times in quick succession. The sting blooms into heat, and I whimper, pushing back for more. It’s like this guy can read my mind and knows exactly what I want from a partner.
“Say please.”
“Please,” I gasp. “Please touch me.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he sinks to his knees behind me and tilts my hips.
I feel the heat of his breath first, then the flat of his tongue dragging slow and deliberate from my clit to my entrance. I cry out, knees buckling.
He grips me harder, spreading me open, and devours me like a man starved.
He licks in long, filthy strokes, then sucks my clit between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud until I’m shaking. When two thick fingers slide inside me, I nearly sob with relief.
“You taste like sin,” he mutters against my pussy. “I could eat this cunt for hours.”
“Please don’t stop,” I beg.
He doesn’t. He adds a third finger, stretching me, fucking me with them, and then he bites my ass cheek. My thighs tremble; my arms shake against the railing. The orgasm builds fast and viciously.
“I’m…Julian, I’m going to…”
“Come,” he orders, voice growly. “Come on my tongue like the good little girl you are.”
I shatter.
My pussy clamps down on his fingers, pulsing, gushing. He keeps licking through every shudder, drawing it out until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, pleading.
When he finally stands, I hear the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, zipper descending.
He pauses. “Fuck, the condoms are inside.”
I’m too impatient, too needy, to wait for protection. “I’m clean and on the pill.”
“I’m clean too,” he says, and then the hot, blunt head of his cock notches at my entrance. “Look at me,” he commands.
I twist my head over my shoulder. His eyes are nearly black with lust, jaw tight. He’s so hot. Tall, muscled, dark hair falling into his face, and terrifyingly in control.
“Tell me you want it,” he growls.
“I want your cock,” I breathe. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
He doesn’t ease in. He thrusts deep in one brutal stroke, his balls hitting my ass.
I scream, the stretch burning so good I see stars. He’s thick, long, and filling me completely.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarls, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in. “This pussy was made for me.”
He pushes my lower back down, spreads me wide and then sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against my ass, balls slapping my clit with every thrust.
He leans over and fists my hair, yanking my head back so he can see my face.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Tits bouncing, taking my cock like you were born for it.”
