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Julian

Her green eyes widen, desire pooling in the depths. She does as I instruct, slowly stripping out of her clothing.

“What are you going to do to me?” she questions innocently.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Touch me. Kiss me.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Her reply is soft and sweet, just like her. I cross the distance between us, and trail a hand down her side, enjoying the way her skin quakes beneath my finger. I need her now. Need her honeyed taste on my tongue. Grabbing her hand, I tug her behind me as I walk over to the chaise lounge. She’s going to ride my cock, but first, I’m going to taste her sweet cunt.

“Sit on the couch and spread your legs as wide as they’ll go.”

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she peers up at me before moving to sit on the edge of the couch. Spreading her legs as wide as she can, her little pink pussy comes into view, and my mouth waters. An animalistic urge rips through me, and I drop to my knees, tugging her by the ass to the edge of the cushion. Pushing her legs back against her chest, I bend her to my will, leaving her completely exposed.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days, but before I do that, I’m going to make you gush all over my face.”

“Yes.” She gasps and reaches for me.

Her sharp little nails dig into my scalp, urging me forward. With two fingers, I part her folds and find her clit, unprotected, and begging to be touched. I lick my lips and bury my face between her folds, flicking my tongue against the hard nub.

“Oh, god… yes, please, don’t stop.” Elena pants into the quiet room.

My hands roam her body, painting a picture of her in my mind as I lap at her pussy, sucking and nibbling. When my hands reach her tits, I roll the diamond-hard peaks between two fingers and relish in the heavy gasps that pass her lips.

Keeping my hands on her tits, I pull back and drop my attention down to her entrance, dipping my tongue inside her, fucking her with it.

“Julian…” She moans, grinding her pussy into my face, and I fucking love it. Love her sweet little moans, her scent, and the way she tastes. It’s intoxicating and maddening, and I can only think of making her say my name again.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come…”

“That’s the plan,” I growl.

Pinching her nipples, I lick her down to her puckered ass and press my tongue against the tight ring. A shudder rips through her, and I move back up to her pussy and plunge my tongue inside her. I do this twice more, and like expected, she explodes, her pussy quivers, and her release dribbles out, flooding into my mouth.

“Mmmm,” I groan against her folds, lapping up every drop. When I’ve had my fill, I drop down onto the couch and grab her by the waist, tugging her onto my lap, maneuvering her like she’s nothing but a ragdoll. In this position, she looks so unsure but so fucking beautiful.

Her dark hair frames her heart-shaped face beautifully, and her eyes are luminescent with a sheen of pleasure still in them. She looks fucked, but she hasn’t been, not yet. Placing her dainty hands against my firm chest, she balances herself as she lifts her hips.

My rock hard cock stands at attention, and I move it into place, the swollen head brushing against her entrance.

“Are you sure? I thought you would be in control still?” She whispers as the crown of my cock dips inside of her.

“I’m always in control, sweetheart,” I grit as I grab her by the hips and press her down on my cock-her lips part and form into an O.

I give her a moment to adjust to my length, relishing in the warmth, and the snugness of her pussy. She was made for me, fucking made for me. Even as my muscles ache, and my cock begs to plow into her, I let her bounce up and down on me, taking as much of my length as she wants. Capturing one of her tits in my mouth, I bite at the hardened nipple, and the squeal that Elena emits from her perfect mouth sends me into a tailspin.

I need more.

My fucking balls ache, and this slow, treacherous pace is killing me. I need to fuck her, feel her come apart on my cock. Grabbing her by the nape, I drag her mouth down to mine. I give her a punishing kiss before I wrap both arms around her and hold her tightly to my chest.

She looks up at me, and holds my gaze as I thrust my hips, my cock hitting the end of her channel. Pleasure overtakes her features, and I do it again and again, upping my pace until I’m fucking her hard and fast, using her tight little hole as I see fit.

It doesn’t take long for a tingle to build at the base of my spine, and I know I’m close to coming. I grind my groin against her and swivel my hips, watching her face as the tip of my cock hits her g-spot.

“Fuck, come for me. You need to come with me.”

Elena doesn’t need any more words of encouragement, her eyes drift closed, and her body trembles in my arms. It is then that I feel it, her pussy pulses around me, tightening to the point of pain, and still, I move inside her, fucking her through her pleasure, and finding my own in the process. When I can’t hold off any longer, I go off like a rocket, my warm release coating the inside of her pussy. Her tiny little channel can’t take all my load, so some dribbles down my length and onto my balls.

“That was…” She pushes up from my chest a little and looks up at me, her eyes sleepy.

“Amazing?” I say, brushing a few strands of hair that stick to her sweaty forehead. The tension in my muscles has eased, and I feel replenished.

She nods. “Yes, amazing, and so good.”

I smile. “You’ve just had a taste of what I want to do to you. Eventually, I’ll claim every hole in your body with my cock, and believe me when I tell you, you’ll enjoy it thoroughly.”

She cocks her head to the side. “How can you be so sure?”

I brush my lips against hers. “Because as fucked up as it might seem, I know exactly what you crave, the right amount of darkness to your light, and I can make even the most painful things pleasurable. You’ll see.”

She looks at me with wonderment, and strangely, I never want that look to leave her face. I always want her to look at me with need and know that I’ll protect her from the dark demons of our world. But I know, come tomorrow, she’ll never look at me like that again. I doubt she’ll even let me touch her without having a mental breakdown.

Holding her in my arms, I whisper into her ear, “I can’t wait for you to become my wife tomorrow.”

“Mmmm,” she says, nuzzling against my neck.

If only we could stay like this forever.