My stomach tightens, and the lightning bolts of pleasure start to shoot through me. I can feel myself on the edge of an orgasm, and without care, push back against his face, grinding my pussy against his mouth to get it right where I want it.
That’s my biggest mistake because Julian isn’t about to let me come. I know this, can feel it as my body shudders against the mattress. A second later, he proves his point and pulls away, leaving me aching and cold.
“Julian,” I whimper in frustration, knowing that if I tell him what he wants to know, he’ll let me come while also knowing I might as well be pulling the trigger on my father’s life.
His mouth is replaced with two fingers, which trace my opening.
“Tell me where your daddy is, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your name.”
“I don’t…”
“If you say so,” the words are a whisper, and though I can’t see his face at that instant, I know there is a cruel smile on his lips. I’m going to pay for lying to him, pay with my body, mind, and soul.
He traces my opening, sinking the two thick digits inside my already drenched entrance. Like a cat in heat, I push back against his hand, and I’m rewarded with a chuckle.
“It sucks when you want something so badly, and it’s within reach, yet you can’t have it, doesn’t it?”
“You’re…” I gasp as he moves faster, making whatever I was about to call him evaporate from my mind.
“Not a liar like you, that’s for sure.” He moves the two fingers faster and faster, and the pressure in my womb mounts.
“Oh, god,” I pant, warning him once again how close I am to coming. It’s a stupid mistake because he’s not going to let me come.
Like the bastard he is, he stops fucking me with his fingers and slows to nothing more than a stroke, stopping the build-up of pleasure in an instant.
Frustration mounts inside of me, and my head spins. I need to come, want it so badly, I could hump the mattress at this point and get off.
“If you want to come, you know what you have to do.” Julian slips through my wet folds and rubs gentle circles against my clit.
“Please… please…” I beg deliriously.
Coating his fingers in my arousal, he trails back to my entrance, sinking the two fingers inside me. He starts to fuck me again, and for a moment, I get lost in the pleasure that starts to build back up. Maybe he’s finally going to let me come? Caught up in my own thoughts, I fail to notice the sound of a bottle popping open.
A second later, something cold drips into the crack of my ass. Riding the waves of pleasure coursing through my pussy, I don’t realize what is happening until I feel something probing my puckered asshole.
Panic clings to my body, and I tighten up. “Relax…” he soothes, and after a few seconds, I do just that.
With his fingers still inside me, he strokes me from the inside out, making it hard for me to concentrate on his thumb, which gently presses against the tight ring of muscles in my ass. When his thumb slips inside my ass, there is a slight pinch, but aside from that, there is nothing but pleasure, and a deep moan escapes my lips.
Julian removes his hand from my pussy and grabs my hip instead, holding me down, so he can continue playing with my ass.
I wonder how I can be so turned on by having a finger in my ass, but the thought slips away from me before I can fully comprehend it as he starts to fuck my ass with his thumb.
His strokes are precise, shallow, and bring forth a whole new pleasure.
“Your ass looks beautiful with my thumb inside of it. I can’t wait to see it stretched from my cock.” I don’t know how, but his words turn me on even more. Moving his thumb in and out of my ass a little faster, the coil of lust twists tighter in my gut. He pulls out to replace his thumb with two fingers, stretching me even more.
“I’m not going to let you come, no matter how much you beg or plead. Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”
He eats his words a moment later because before I can anticipate it, I’m coming, my entire body tightens and snaps like a bow that’s pulled too tight.
My core tightens, and I squeeze Julian’s fingers tight, holding them inside my body, never wanting to let them go. Pleasure floods every orifice, and I tremble against the mattress. My lids fall closed, and a warm flush blankets my skin.
“Fuck…” I hear Julian grunt behind me. “I didn’t expect you to come from me fucking your ass. Guess I’ll have to change my tactic then.”
For what seems like an eternity, he fucks me with his fingers, making me come two more times. My pussy is barely done convulsing, and he’s entering me with his cock while continuing to keep his fingers in my ass.
I’m riding a wave of blissful pleasure, my entire body sags forward, and sweat beads my brow. Twisting, I peer over my shoulder at Julian. The look in his eyes is feral, and I know he’s not going to let up. He wants answers, answers I have, and he’s willing to fuck me into submission to get them.
“Lean back and bounce on my cock,” he orders. I move slowly, my body a puddle of mush. Not moving fast enough, I earn a slap to the ass, which causes his fingers that are in my ass to slip inside a little deeper.
A cross between a moan and whimper passes my lips, and I push back against him and start to ride his dick slowly, my ass slapping against his groin.
“Perfect, absolute perfection. I could fucking come in your tight little hole right now.”
“Yes!” I moan.
My folds are sensitive, and my entire body is one big ball of pleasure.
I’m not sure I could take another orgasm, but it looks like I don’t have a choice. Every muscle on my body clamps up, and when I feel Julian add another finger to the two already inside my ass, I fall apart, a scream passing my lips.
I’m drunk on pleasure and high on Julian’s touch. He fucks me with his fingers in my ass for a little while longer and then replaces his fingers with the mushroom head of his cock.
“You won’t fit.” I struggle to get the words out as pleasure and pain mingle together.
“I’ll fit angel, you were made for me. Your ass will take my cock.”
That’s the only response I get before he starts to enter me slowly, pushing through the ring of muscles and into my ass. For a brief moment, the pressure is too much, and I whimper, struggling against his grasp.
Placing a hand at the back of my neck, he holds me in place and starts to move, replacing the dull ache with red hot pleasure. All I can feel is him. His scent surrounds me, his body molds to mine. We’re one and the same in this moment.
His pace speeds up, and the sound of his balls slapping against my skin fills the room. He grunts, fucking me slowly, even though I know he wants to rut into me over and over again. Bringing two fingers to my clit, he circles the overly sensitive flesh, and I start to shake once more.
“Oh, god…”
“Tell me where he is, tell me, baby, tell me, so I can fill your ass with my fucking cum…” Pleasure becomes pain as he pinches the tiny nub.
“Julian,” I whimper, thrashing against the sheets, making his cock go deeper and rub against something incredible in my ass. “I… I can’t take it anymore… I can’t come again.” My body is aching, my core clenching around nothing.