150 — Totally, truly, forever.

“Do you think you can be convinced?” Julian asks mischievously, touching the edge of my panties. “You know I’m good at it.”
I bite my lip, my body burning intensely with desire, drying up all traces of tears in my eyes.
Now, there’s only lust and anticipation tickling between my legs.
The truth is, there’s no convincing — of course, I want to marry Julian. Being with him is everything I’ve ever wanted, something I never imagined would be possible... And hearing him ask me to marry him like that, so casual, so passionate… somehow suits us.
Julian knows there’s no doubt in my mind. He knows that I love him... I always have.
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I fell in love.
I have *fallen for my Daddy’s friend*, and there’s no going back... there never was.
Still, he wants to play with it. Julian wants to revel in the expectation and arouse the most different sensations in my body, to make me beg. And if that’s what he wants, I’m more than happy to play the part.
Julian’s smile intensifies, and my insides throb from feeling him dangerously close. His quick fingers grasp my panties and pull up, making the fabric enter the middle of my pussy lips, fitting right where I want it most; the sensation of the cloth rubbing against my clit makes me let out a moan... And from the way his eyes hold my gaze, he seems to want to record my every reaction.
He pulls my panties up even further, and my breath becomes heavier.
I try to stay still, but I can’t stop my hands from reaching his hair, which is messy from his tugging earlier. His gaze intensifies when I hold the blonde strands between my fingers, encouraging him to do what I desire.
My clit is hidden behind my panties, protected, like a present to be unwrapped. Julian is pulling up and down the fabric, rubbing deliciously against this sensitive spot of mine, but it’s not enough, and he knows it.
When he sticks out his flat tongue, my entrance throbs with anticipation, and I wait for the sensation his hot tongue will cause when he tastes me. However, I don’t feel it the way I want to because he licks only over my panties, eliciting an equally pleasurable and frustrated moan from me.
His laughter echoes in my thighs, and I shiver from it. Everything about Julian seems to make me sensitive and reactive; no wonder he switches my emotions with a snap of his fingers.
The touch of his tongue against the fabric was brief, so quick that it made me yearn for more. His fingers keep pulling upwards, rubbing, while his other hand pushes my thighs apart, making room for him to fit his chin between my legs finally.
His hot breath against my exposed pussy lips makes me even hornier and needier. I squeeze Julian’s hair, and he seems to be amused by my reaction because he gives a low chuckle and licks me entirely, from the entrance to my now swollen clit, still through this damn fabric.
“Julian...” His name escapes in a gasp and a low moan. I try to close my legs and rub my thighs together to relieve some of the tension ticking between them, but he won’t let me — his firm hand forces me to stand still.
“What’s wrong, babe?” He kisses the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my groin. “Feeling convinced already?”
I swallow a moan that dares to escape and moisten my lips, looking into his eyes, showing that I haven’t had enough of this game.
If Julian wants me to play with it, *then we have to go all the way.*
I give him a cocky smile, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, like to say that he accepts the challenge. And maybe I’ve made a mistake because the moment he sticks out his tongue again and runs its tip directly over my pussy lips, I definitely go crazy.
Julian finally puts my panties aside, and I hold my breath, waiting for the sensation of his hot tongue. But he doesn’t do it... the delay of a few moments makes my heart beat faster and the anticipation throb in my entrance...
But when he finally licks my clit with his entire tongue, I moan loudly, shuddering all over.
My legs threaten to falter, but Julian’s firm hand reaches around my waist. He’s kneeling in front of me, wedging his face between my legs, holding my body as he explores my entrance with his warm mouth.
I really was too confident... there’s no way I could resist for long the way he flicks his tongue across my clit, playing with it, slowly sucking it like a kiss. The back-and-forth movement with its softness makes me moan, and I don’t mind being noisy today... I want Julian to know he’s able to stir all of my feelings.
Because if he’s going crazy for me, I’m already all the way for him.
When the tip of his tongue comes down from my clit and finds my entrance, I’m completely breathless. He’s thrusting it deep inside, moving fast, returning with flicking movements exactly at the sensitive opening.
I close my eyes as shivers run through my body, a delicious pleasure threatening to explode.
As if sensing how close I am to orgasm, Julian returns to my clit, licking slowly and with just the right pressure, releasing my panties to slip two fingers inside me. They slide in so easily that I gasp, letting out a moan mixed with a cry of pleasure.
Julian knows exactly where to touch to make me shiver and bring on an intense orgasm, but he’s prolonging the sensations in my body, not touching it, just spreading his fingers inside me, thrusting them fast, alternating the rhythm as his tongue circles my clit.
I don’t know if I can hold out much longer.
He’s avoiding my sensitive spot on purpose, torturing me for trying to play a game I’ve already lost.
And when he pulls his tongue away, saliva and pleasure are wetting his beard and running down his chin. He’s looking me straight in the eye, stopping his thick fingers deep inside, so, so deep that a cry escapes louder, almost making me reach the apex.
“Now what? Are you convinced enough?” Julian asks playfully, his fingertips dangerously close to my sensitive spot. “Marry me, babe... And I’ll make you come.”
I bite my lip, saying in a voice trembling with pleasure... “Stealing my orgasm... this your way of convincing me?”
He gives a low laugh...
“There are so many ways to convince you, girl... you have no idea.”
Julian finally presses into that delicious, sensitive spot inside, and an intense shiver runs through every inch of my body, making me shudder, with a loud moan echoing through the room.
“I can make you cum on my fingers. I can also suck your pussy until you cum in my mouth... Or you can have my cock that will fuck you so hard you’ll scream.” He pulls his fingers away, withdrawing them from me, making me grunt with irritation and disappointment. “There are so many ways I can satisfy or punish you... I know every part of your body, Angelee. I know where you’re sensitive... I know how to get you soaking wet and ready to receive my cock.”
I hold my breath, swallowing a moan as he runs his fingertips over my clit, rubbing quickly, with just the right amount of pressure, showing that he really does know how to please me.
“I can give you that...” Julian kisses the middle of my legs, unfortunately far from the points that can bring me to orgasm. “But I want to hear you say that you’ll be mine.”
“But of course, I am yours-”
“I want you to be mine as my *wife.”*
I breathe deeply, running my hand down his face, which now looks... vulnerable.
He still looks angry and annoyed, but that doesn’t make me uneasy anymore.
Julian is kneeling, but he’s not holding a ring, nor is he saying pretty words, as in traditional proposals... However, his urgency and his intense, desperate look amidst this angry expression... He’s asking me with all his heart...and I know that he’s giving it to me.
That’s why, when I caress his face, I crouch down, also kneeling in front of him. I lean over his body, gently pushing him by the shoulders and making him sit on the floor.
I sit on his lap, wrapping my legs around his body, fitting exactly on the bulge in his pants, using it to press against my entrance, which throbs with desire... just like the first time we reached the orgasm together.
Julian’s hands grip my waist firmly, and he looks at my lips with a hunger, a desire that’s hard to ignore.
But when he’s bringing our faces closer, already merging our breaths and almost touching our lips, the words just escape me... “Yes.”
Julian shudders, stopping just inches away from a kiss.
And I close my eyes, opening my chest also to give him my heart — *totally, truly, forever.*
“Yes, Julian... I want to marry you.”