Again, I didn’t respond. I just looked at him, our eyes locked in time, like I needed this moment to exist forever.
Thump.
“Ouch!” I shrieked, completely caught off guard by the brief euphoric pain against my clit.Did he just… thump my pussy?
I was so lost in this man’s eyes that I hadn’t paid a lick of attention to his hands. Once again, he massaged, then againthump.
He thumped my pussy like it was something on his finger.
This time there wasn’t any pain, but an erotic longing for him to stay there… shit, for him to do something with prolonged stimulation instead of quick, teasing ass thumps.
“Plea—”
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked, halting my begging.
I shook my head.
“Then don’t. As a matter of fact, don’t make a fucking sound while I play in this pussy, because it doesn’t belong to you anymore. You ain’t been treating it right. I should punish you for that shit.”
My mind was in a fucking frenzy, because for what felt like forever, this man teased and tortured me. But not once did I feel the need to say apples.
“You want me inside of you?” he asked after that forever torture subsided. He stood over me at the foot of the bed, dressed only in dark sweatpants.
My brain was fried and my body was overstimulated, but I still wanted him between my legs. I wanted him inside of me, no matter how badly I wanted to tap out.
“I said do you want me inside of you?”
“Mhm. Yes I do.” I caught myself. He wanted words when he wanted them and silence when he wanted it. Shit, it was like I was supposed to read his mind.
“Good girl.” His fingers teetered between my legs again. Then, with exhausted eyes, I watched him reach into his sweats.
It was like his dick had an entrance sound because the moment he dropped his pants my eyes were glued.
“Don’t tense up now. Open up for me.” He bit into his bottom lip, stroking the massive hardness between his legs.
I did as requested, watching his every move. Julian leaned forward, replacing his inquisitive fingers with his dick.
I squirmed, not because he was bare and touching me like this, but because I knew he was about to tease me for another half hour.Shit.
“You think you can handle this?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned, feeling the weight of his heavy girth.Yep, the man wanted to drive me mad.
“You're really confident.” He was at my opening, feeding himself into me at a snail’s pace.
I bit into my bottom lip, my chest caving and my mind mangled because he was so big and I was so… Shit, so not used to anything I had experienced this evening, yet I craved more. Like an addict, one hit had me yearning for more.Thank god for Saturday and Sunday.
“You hear me talking to you?” he asked, barely able to control his motions.
I shook my head because hell nah I hadn’t.I was currently blissfully impaled. Talking, responding, or even listening was not happening at any point.
“’Cause you ain’t fucking listening.” He pulled back, then thrust into me so deep. I yelped loudly before I could catch myself.
“I thought you could handle this,” he taunted, his face now next to my ear.
Shit, when it’d gotten there I didn’t know. What I knew was my soul had left my whole body and there was nothing I could do about it but sit here and take it.Silently.
“Fuck.” He forced his face into my neck and groaned. His hand went under my thigh and locked it into the crook of his arm, giving him more access.
