159 — “Does it feel good to be f*cked outside?”

Julian’s words make me gasp, or maybe it’s the contrast between the heat of his body on my back and the cold of the railing against my belly.
But soon, he pushes my hair away, and his lips meet the nape of my neck in a wet, indecent kiss, with his tongue flicking across my skin, making me breathe deeply again.
He pulls my robe away with a swift, eager movement, showing off my bare shoulder, and quickly puts an equally seductive kiss there. I tilt my head to the side, and my gesture invites his mouth to my neck.
Julian’s tongue slides across my skin, bringing me pleasurable goosebumps. He licks with his whole tongue, slowly, as if savoring my taste... then, his teeth nibble pleasurably, a light nibble that soon turns into a hickey that will surely leave its mark.
Moving his hips forward and pressing the exposed erection behind me, he focuses on my shoulders again, trailing slow, wet kisses, sliding the robe down my arms until it exposes my breasts and stops at my belly.
I bite my lip, looking down at the busy street. It’s so loud and dark that I can barely see people, only the lights of the cars and the city that embraces us. The idea that we’re outside and that my breasts are stuck to the glass railing that probably shows everyone my body sends a wave of adrenaline and excitement through my body, so much so that I rub against the erection behind me.
Julian laughs against my shoulder and kisses it again, holding my hips tightly despite his fingers playing with the fabric that still covers my thighs.
“Someone looks excited to fuck outside.” His words reverberate across my skin.
“Yes, I can *feel it,”* I say playfully, moistening my lips when I feel his hands running up my thighs, threatening to lift the satin robe.
“You sound like you don’t desire to be fucked here on the balcony.” His voice is deep and dangerously seductive... it’s making my mind go blank. He pulls away to give his hand a free patch and runs it up the middle of my closed thighs, lifting the robe until his fingers find my wet entrance. “But you’re this wet... Are you sure I’m the only one?”
I swallow hard, my breathing getting heavier.
“What if people see us?” I ask shyly, but it’s no stronger than the desire burning inside me. I roll my hips against Julian’s fingers, but they aren’t reaching any of the areas I desire most.
“Nobody can see us up here, but even so... Then let’s put on a show.” Julian thrusts two fingers hard inside me, and I press my breasts against the railing, clutching and supporting my suddenly weak body. “You don’t seem really worried about being seen... I already thought that, but I guess you like being teased in public.”
“You mean when you put the dildo inside me and made me go to the club?” I bite my lip, trying to hold back a moan as his fingers open and widen my entrance.
“Hmm, I bet it turned you on to know that if you made a sound, no matter how small, people would find out what you were doing.” Julian withdraws his fingers and quickly brings them close to my face. “Look how wet you are, Angelee... Look and try to deny that you’re dying to be fucked out here.”
I stare at his thick fingers, wet with my arousal. I look over my shoulder, make eye contact, and stick out my tongue again. Julian takes my gesture as an invitation to slide his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself.
Julian grunts, hooking his fingers under my teeth, and rests his forehead against my back.
Without any further warning, he thrusts deep into me.
The pressure of receiving him so fast makes me moan loudly, more than I should. I try to close my lips tightly, but Julian’s hands pressing against my lower back as he holds me in place makes me crazy.
I roll my hips, and Julian grunts. His grip on my ass pinches the skin, and he literally opens my ass to watch as his cock disappears into my heat. His thumb presses into my hole, and all my muscles contract, as do the inner walls that squeeze him.
He moans low, thrusting slowly and gently, making me wiggle on his cock with only the tip inside me. He squeezes my ass harder, bringing a slight pain that quickly merges with pleasure and sends shivers down my spine.
I lean my forehead against the railing, holding on to it even tighter, and my breasts bounce and slam against the glass as he starts to increase the pace, still fucking me with just the tip and his thumb massaging my hole, which is slowly beginning to relax, as are my inner walls.
But as soon as he slides his entire thumb into my hole, I gasp and throw my body back, hammering my hips against Julian’s and pushing his cock all the way inside my pussy. It’s so deep that I let out a shuddering, desperate moan, now squeezing hard enough to expel both the finger and the cock...
“Fuck, Angelee... You’re squeezing me so hard.” He says between his teeth, then thrusts his finger back even deeper, bringing goosebumps to my skin. “Why are you squeezing so hard? Isn’t that ass of yours missing me?”
Julian slaps me hard on the butt and pushes me by the hips, making me moan loudly and lean on the railing again. The cold sensation of my nipples sticking to the glass brings goosebumps all over my skin.
“Get your fucking ass up.” He orders, wrapping my hair in his fist, forcing me to lift my head, and pushing my lower back with another hand. “Be a good girl... get this pretty ass of yours up, huh?”
He’s thrusting so fast now that I’m shaking and moaning loudly as I try to support myself on the railing. The way he’s hammering deep, bouncing, and hitting my sensitive spot while also penetrating his finger into my hole makes me extremely sensitive... so much so that I can already feel the orgasm approaching.
“You’re so damn hot.” He mutters through gritted teeth and gasps for breath, squeezing my ass as he continues to fuck me hard, slapping my ass once, twice, three times before pinching my skin again.
I close my eyes tightly, unable to contain my moans. I’m losing my mind... all I can do is try to hold on and keep my ass up the way he likes it.
But suddenly, I hear a noise that makes me gasp, and nearby footsteps bring my heart to my throat. I look over my shoulder, but there’s nothing but Julian and his lustful gaze...
*“Did you hear something?”* An unfamiliar voice sounds muffled, and I hold my breath, my heart pounding at my throat... I don’t know if it’s from fright or because of Julian.
*“No, I didn’t hear anything, darling.”* A second voice sounds, a man’s, and now I can tell they’re coming from downstairs... from the balcony below us.
I feel Julian’s cock pulsing inside me, and when I look over my shoulder again, I see the mischievous smile on his lips...
*Wait... there’s someone close!*
Before I can really say something, Julian jolts his hips hard, hammering deep again, making me swallow a moan.
“Julian-” I try to stop him with a whisper between my teeth, but he doesn’t let me continue.
He thrust hard, so fast that I had to muffle my sounds with my trembling hand, which, in all honesty, didn’t help at all. The sound of our hips thrusting is so loud that I’m sure they can hear us. But it’s so good... His frantic rhythm, our skins colliding, the way his cock goes deep and fills me, making me full... It’s so damn good that tears run from the corner of my eyes.
“It feels good, huh?” Julian asks between short, panting breaths, slowing down to feel his cock being squeezed against my inner walls. “Do you want to come on my cock, Angelee?”
“Y-Yes...” I mumble between fingers that are still pathetically trying to muffle my sounds.
Julian slaps my ass hard, loud, spreading pain and pleasure through my body.
“I didn’t hear it! Does it feel good to be fucked outside?”
“Yes!” I scream, with pleasure all over my voice, not caring if someone can hear us... all I can do is give myself over completely, letting his name escape in a desperate moan, “Julian...”
That seems to be the missing thread of sanity snapping because he increases the pace and pushes even more, hammering so, so deliciously into my sensitive spot that the orgasm hits hard, making me scream and clutch hard at the railing, pressing my breasts harder to feel the cold nipples clash with the heat spreading through my body.
The orgasm is so intense that I’m crying... tears of pleasure run down my face as Julian continues to fuck me, hitting my sensitive spot to prolong the climax that makes me clench and stiffen every muscle in my body, expelling his finger from my hole, even though Julian struggles to keep his cock in there, throbbing, hot, ready to release its own pleasure.
And just like that, with one last deep thrust, Julian pours all his cum inside me. The slight sting of being filled with his pleasure soon mingles with my own, which is still alluring and making me give one last satisfied moan.
Julian leans over me, resting his abs against my back, and kisses my cheek, wet with tears of pleasure. His cock is still inside me, pulsing, making me so deliciously full.
“You really know how to make me feel better.” He says quietly, still panting, and gives a low laugh. “What would I be without you?”
I cast a quick glance at Julian’s cell phone on the table.
“You know you can rely on me, don’t you?” I ask, feeling his lips giving harmless kisses all over my shoulder, down to my neck. “No matter what.”
Julian stops for a moment, and I swear I feel him shudder. However, when he spins me around, there’s no sign of concern or hesitation on his face. I wonder now if that expression I saw earlier was just an impression.
“I promise, I’ll always say what’s on my mind...” He says with a sly tone and an equally sly smile. His two fingers stop between my thighs, and I hold my breath. “But at the moment, I only have one thing on my mind...”
He moves his fingers slowly upwards, and I start to feel the mixture of our pleasures and arousal run down my groin. But when he stops at my entrance and wets his fingers with it, his smile widens even more.
“I’m going to take you to the bathtub and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
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[...] When the sun finally rises, Julian is putting me to bed. My body is exhausted, and even my legs can no longer support me. I’m completely devastated... We’re used to having sex for hours, but he seemed much more inspired this time.
Lying next to me, Julian envelops me in a tight, possessive embrace; he places a kiss on my forehead and buries his face in the curve of my neck, fitting his body behind me.
“We need to sleep... Otherwise, I’m not sure if we’ll be able to face Mike properly.”
“Wait... what do you mean-”
“He wants dinner tonight,” Julian says sleepily, oblivious to the way my eyes are wide. “I think it’s time to tell him everything… about our engagement… and our child.”