Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Kill the motherfucker and just end this damn movie already so I can fuck Julian stupid.
We get into a rhythm—one that I am not going to be able to stop. The pumps are hard and deep with three of his thick fingers penetrating me. It feels so good. Too good.
My pelvis lifts off the lounge again as I silently beg.
Give it to me.
Give it to me.
He rides me hard with his fingers, and I start to see stars.
Oh. That’s it.
My body rocks with the pressure of his strong hands jerking me, and I throw my head back as an orgasm rips through me. I close my eyes, and I shudder, contracting around him.
Our eyes meet and triumph flares on his face.
This guy is too much.
He continues to slowly pump me as I watch on, and I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. That was the strongest, most perfect orgasm I’ve ever had. An hour of fingering attention is every woman’s dream.
Julian took his time. He got it right. He made sure I was well and truly pleasured. He slowly slides his fingers out of me, and I frown at his withdrawal.
Don’t leave. Stay in there.
He lifts his fingers to his mouth and my heart stops. What’s he doing? In the diluted light of the room, he puts his fingers in his mouth and begins to suck my arousal from them.
My mouth falls open. Oh dear fucking God.
His eyes close when he tastes me.
I pant as I watch on. Who is this man? How the hell did he get so hot?
He grabs my foot and grinds it onto his cock as he goes down on his fingers covered in my come.
I hold my breath.
Holy…
He throws his head back and his cock jerks beneath my foot, and my sex contracts again as he comes to the taste of me.
He came to the taste of me.
I didn’t even have to touch him.
That’s it. The game is over.
It doesn’t get any hotter than this.
I’m forever ruined.
For the next twenty minutes, his hands roam all over my body and continue to slide into my sex, but surprisingly, it doesn’t feel sexual.
It’s like he’s worshipping me, needing to touch every inch. He’s making sure that he still can. His hand slides up my thigh, and then into my sex and back up to my breasts in complete reverence.
I lie with my legs wide open, giving him full access as I watch him.
He’s fucking beautiful. I thought he was hot when I was chasing the orgasm, but watching him touch me like this is another level entirely.
Another level I’ve never had.
The movie is coming to an end when he pulls my nightdress down and readjusts my gown so it's closed. I wriggle up the sofa, moving away from him a bit. His hand stays firmly on my foot, though, is if he won't let that go.
He flicks the blanket back a bit so that they can see us.
The credits begin to roll.
“That was awesome,” Sammy says. “Did you like it, Dad?”
Julian widens his eyes. “Best movie I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I giggle, and he squeezes my foot playfully.
“You two, off to bed. I’ll be up in a second,” he tells them.
“Goodnight, Brell,” Willow calls as she disappears up the stairs with her little ginger kitten in her arms.
Sammy jumps up and comes to hug me. “See you tomorrow, Brell.” He leads his puppy out the back to go to the bathroom before bed.
"Okay, Sammy." I smile at him.
Julian turns towards me, and I sit up on the lounge, suddenly alone with him.
He leans in and kisses me softly as he holds my face. “I’ll be down to your room in half an hour,” he promises against my lips.
We kiss again.
“Are you ready for me?”
“God, yes,” I whisper. “Hurry.”
He gets up and then bends to kiss me again. “See you soon.”
Half an hour later and I’m in bed, freshly showered and back in my nightdress. The room is lit only by my lamp.
I’m counting the minutes until he gets here, until he makes me feel like that all over again.
There’s a quiet knock at the door and my heart rate picks up.
“Come in,” I call.
He walks in, smiling. “Hi.”
I sit up and lean back on the headboard. “Hi.” He has a shopping bag with him for some reason. “What have you got in there?” I ask. “Oh. I brought champagne and glasses.” He turns and flicks the lock on the door. “Thought it might take the edge off.”
I giggle. “My edge has well and truly been taken off already, Julian.”
His eyes dance with mischief. “And what a beautiful edge that was to witness.”
He takes the glasses out of the bag and opens the bottle to pour us a glass each before he comes to sit on the side of my bed.