125 — “Open your mouth.”

Julian touches my face slowly, his finger sliding gently down until it reaches my chin. His thumb rubs against my lip, pulling it to open a small gap. His eyes get even more intense, probably because inappropriate thoughts are running through his mind.
“Open your mouth.” He orders, pulling away the hand that touches me, and I simply obey, my eyes high on his face. I know what’s waiting for me; I know what he’s planning to do, and I can’t wait for him to do it finally.
But the wait is long, torturous. Julian holds the cock firmly just a few inches from my lips, smiling as if he knows how much I want it.
“Come here...” He nods, encouraging me with moistening lips. “Suck my cock, Angel.”
Receiving his permission is like a relief that spreads through my body, and is soon lost to the intense desire that burns inside me.
I move my head a little further, giving a wet kiss to the tip that I feel throbbing at the moment of touch.
Julian breathes deeply, his anxious fingers tangling in my hair, holding on tight and forcing me to lift my face, once again pulling my lips away from his cock, which he’s still holding.
I give him an impatient, harsh look, and I’m probably with an angry expression because he tilts his head and gives me a husky laugh, delicious to the ears.
“Your mouth. Yes, open it.” Julian’s eyebrows are high, a penetrating glance that steals my breath and makes me obey his command. “Stick out your tongue.”
Again, I do as he says and stick out my tongue, but he says, “More,” and so I do, still looking up.
Julian shudders, and his smile widens to an almost insane grin... “Good girl.”
It’s my turn to shudder and shiver because Julian rests the tip of his cock on my flat tongue, and I can feel the bulging vein throbbing. He taps his erection there a few times, the wet noise awakening something pervert inside me; then he taps again on the corner of my mouth and at my lips when I close and disobey his order.
“Open your mouth, Angelee.” He orders again, pushing his erection away, and I immediately regret having gone against it because I need it so badly, I’m really going crazy. “Hmm, don’t make me say it again.”
And really, he doesn’t need to — I open my mouth once more, fit the tip of the cock between my lips, and suck, sliding it into my mouth.
The grip on my hair gets tighter, and I hear a low, husky moan escape from deep in his throat. That encourages me to go deeper, enveloping him completely in the warmth of my mouth, getting it wet with my saliva. My flat tongue slides fast along a pulsing vein, and I feel my entrance tickle as I taste his pleasure.
Julian throws his head back, stretching his throat, making his Adam’s apple vibrate with another hoarse moan as his dick reaches my palate. I swallow, making him feel the movements, and he grunts louder…
“So damn good,” Julian grunts, pulling my head back and sliding my mouth back to the tip of it. His green eyes meet mine once more, and I can see the desire all over his face. “Suck it, babe... That’s it… Suck it with your pretty little mouth.”
I’m sucking a little harder, making my cheeks ache and tears gather in the corners of my eyes... until Julian pushes my head again, making it go deep and hit the back of my throat. I choke as I feel it fill my mouth, and my gag reflex makes him moan a little louder...
“Fuck.”
Tears of pleasure run down my eyes, and he pulls my head again, making the cock jump completely out of my mouth, and it makes me desperate because I’m so turned on by seeing him like this that I reach out to touch him; even with my hands tied, my wrists bound together, I hold the cock and put it in my mouth once more.
My tongue slides all over the head, flicking at the spot I know is sensitive, and I slip with it again, leaving a wet trail down his ticking vein until I get to the balls. I lick there too, a little more shy, afraid of his reaction, but Julian grunts and shudders, taking a firmer hold of my hair — and this gives me the confidence to suck one of the balls, putting it fully into my mouth, while both hands try to hold it completely to jerk him off.
Suddenly, it’s so wet that my hands slide easily in the same movement, up and down, using just the right amount of pressure to give him pleasure.
With more boldness, I try to get both balls into my mouth, and Julian squeezes my hair, causing a discreet pain that only makes me moan. Curiously, the vibration of my pleasure seems to make him sensitive because he mutters, “This is so fucking good.”
I let out a loud pop and start running my tongue back up the length of it until I reach the tip of the cock to push forward, this time with my whole mouth.
Julian can’t keep still; he starts to jerk his hips, thrusting into my mouth slowly, a discreet movement that doesn’t let it go all the way in... “Look at me.”
I raise my eyes, opening my mouth wide to receive him, my jaw aching and the corners of my mouth aching from widening too much to fit his thickness...
And that seems to be the missing thread of sanity in his mind because he grits his teeth hard and increases the pace, going deeper and deeper, reaching the back of my throat again.
With my hands tied, I hold onto the cock, pressing down as Julian likes, while he throws his head back again, thrusting so deep that I’m choking, my eyes stinging with tears...
“Don’t close your eyes, Angelee... Keep looking at me and see how fucking crazy I am about you.”
Heat spreads through my body... it takes over my chest and every inch of my skin until it finds the middle of my legs.
I can feel his erection pulsing inside my mouth, along with the taste of his orgasm exploding deep inside. He grunts loudly and throws his head back, and I can finally close my eyes and surrender to the pleasure of *giving him* pleasure. I swallow everything several times, and my gag reflex again drives him crazy, prolonging the sensation of the climax that makes him tremble.
I keep swallowing even when there are no more drops, just because I know he likes the sensation. And it’s funny because even though it’s only him who has reached orgasm, I feel just as satisfied and sensitive as him... Still, I want to feel it in my body. I want to be fucked by Julian.
So I pull away slowly, finding no resistance in the grip that has loosened on my hair, and watch his chest rise and fall frantically, still holding his cock, which remains stiff and ready.
“Hmm...” He sighs and looks at me again, caressing my face gently. “What you do with that mouth of yours... It’s one of the best things in this world.”
“One of the best?” I ask playfully and gasp when Julian pushes my shoulder again, making me lie down on the mattress completely.
He gets off me and takes off all his clothes, showing me this perfect body, every muscle like a sin, a reason for my entrance to tickle.
And, of course, he knows how much I like the view because he runs his hand over his abs slowly, a mischievous smile taking over his lips.
“Why don’t you get rid of that blouse and show me this body of yours?”
I look at him confused, lifting my tied hands, and he laughs, moving forward on the bed again, resting his knees on the mattress...
“That’s right, you’re tied up, aren’t you?”
I open my lips, but I can’t say anything because Julian takes hold of the belt again and pulls me up, making me kneel on the bed as well.
Lifting the belt high and getting my arms up, Julian brings his lips close to my ear and says, “Let me take it off for you.”
I swallow hard as his other hand reaches for my blouse and lifts it, removing it slowly like some kind of torture.
And just like that, we’re both naked, and I can’t contain my desire any longer.
When he releases my hands, I run them down his body, my nails brushing against his eight-pack abs. I bring my lips close to his shoulder and give him a discreet, quick, dry kiss... but it doesn’t take long before I move on to his neck, where I put a wet kiss and inhale the scent of his cologne… a scent that has always caused me to react, that has always made me go wild. And even now, it’s no different.
I push him slowly by the chest, and he lies down without any resistance. I climb onto his lap, wrapping my leg around his hip, and sit right on his erection, which is as ready as ever.
“What are you doing?” He asks me with a certain surprise and amusement. His hands move up my legs and dig into my thighs, exploring my skin.
“You said I can’t come without your permission,” I say slowly, tossing my hair behind my shoulders and showing him my breasts, and they immediately catch Julian’s intense eyes. “So it’s okay as long as I don’t come?”
He gives a low chuckle and moves his hands up a little more, now on my hips, pulling me down, making sure I feel how much his cock is still throbbing.
“That’s clever...” He moistens his lips. “Do you think you can feel me inside you and not come?”
No... I don’t think I can.
But I’m so anxious, so needy... I need to feel him… I’m dying to feel it inside!
So I lie, biting my lip and resting my palm on his abs, lifting my hips a little, “Yes, I can.”
“Are you sure?” He asks in a hoarse voice, then clears his throat, perhaps because feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance completely breaks his train of thought. “Lying is an ugly thing.”
“Well, if I’m lying...” I smile, now scratching his belly until I reach his navel, “You can punish me for being a bad girl.”
He opens his lips to answer me, but just like the first time we had sex, I lower my hips, sitting down hard, finally being filled by him.