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“I love it so much, Julian,” she whimpered. “I love that I get to ride it, fuck it . . . suck it.”
He groaned and thrust his hips up, pushing deep, filling her up. His hands encircled her waist, and she intertwined their fingers, loving how much smaller hers looked by comparison.
“Bounce, princess. I want you to bounce. I want you to give Rex a show so it will haunt him for the rest of his life.”
“Whatever you want, Julian. Anytime. All the time.”
She bounced on his cock and fucked him, feeling like his cock was digging into her on a direct path to reach her soul. Waves of pleasure rolled through her with each bounce—collecting, snowballing, brewing for the big one to come. He urged her to recline back against him slightly, which made it difficult for her to bounce like he’d asked, but it made it easier for him to cup her breasts. Then he lowered one hand and rubbed his fingers against her clit. She moaned, and her pussy clenched around him.
“That’s right, sweetness. Squeeze my cock. Every inch of it is for you.”
He pushed into her in long, steady thrusts. She could feel the heat rolling off him, the contraction of his muscles, the thickening and pulsing of his cock that told her he was close to coming.
And so was she. She was going to orgasm with Julian. She was going to show Rex that the money he’d paid for an escort to fuck her had been well spent, even if he didn’t know Julian was that escort.
“Do it, darling. Come for me. Show him what he’ll never have.”
Skylar suddenly froze. Realization swept over her.
No!
I was wrong.
I don’t want to come like this. Not in front of Rex. Not out of revenge.
The pleasure Julian gave her wasn’t to be used as a weapon, no matter how much she wanted to get back at Rex. It was special. It represented the change in her, the change he’d brought about by allowing herself to be completely free. Completely in control while she gave up her control.
She cherished the memory of her orgasm with Julian, and she didn’t want to sully it or risk that if she came in the future, she’d think of or picture Rex in any way.
Even if he’d helped her unlock the key to finding pleasure with another man someday, her future orgasms would always belong to Julian.
She stopped moving, let go of the one hand she still held, then pulled herself off him, ignoring his muttered protest as she turned around to face him, still on her knees. She wanted to look at him, wanted his eyes to connect with hers, and wanted him to come all over her chin and mouth.
Leaning in close, she whispered in his ear. “My pleasure isn’t for him. It’s yours, Julian. It’sours.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She pulled back and said loudly, “You’ve made me come so many times, but I don’t need it now. I want you to fuck my mouth, Julian,” she said. Her eyes locked on his slick, throbbing cock, so swollen it looked like it might explode with the slightest touch. She edged closer, flicking out her tongue, aching to taste that plump head and roll it along her cheeks as she sucked.
If his growl was any indication, he was down with her plan, and he slipped his hands into her hair, anchoring her in place.
When he finally slipped his cock into her mouth, she shivered in delight, moaning around him. So good. So hot and hard and thick.
His voice was guttural when he said, “Fuck, Skylar. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Never,” she said. She sucked him off with unchecked glee, drawing him deep until he battered the back of her throat, making her cheeks concave so she had him fully surrounded in tight, wet suction.
“Holy fuck, Skylar!” Julian shouted.
With no other warning than that, he was coming. His hands gripped her hair tighter as his hips began to move, and he fucked her mouth. When a droplet of salty spray spurted against her throat, she pulled back. Then, she gripped him in both hands, working his shaft up and down in long, firm strokes as he arched helplessly. His gaze was pinned to her face as he muttered her name through gritted teeth, and hot come jetted onto her waiting lips and tongue. She purred and murmured encouraging words while he unloaded the very essence of his desire onto her. His muscular body quaked as she lapped it up, licking her lips.
Her heart was still pounding like a jackhammer when he mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He bent down to kiss her, unafraid of his own fluids, caressing her hair and kissing her forehead. “Holy shit.”
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