39 — Pretty dirty mouth

“Who's teaching you to say these things, Angel?” Julian says with a chuckle on his lips, “You're getting a pretty dirty mouth.”
I squeeze the hard-on in my hands slightly, and watch his smile widen.
“You need to blame my Daddy's friend…. he's turning me into a little whore.”
Julian throws his head back and grunts, tangling his fingers in my hair, pressing me against his hips, “You drive me crazy-”
Before I let him finish, I slide my tongue along the tip, tasting the salty savor of his recent orgasm, mixed with my own arousal. I'm drooling, tasting and licking from the tip to the balls, which I suck lightly, trying to get both in my mouth. Julian throws his head back, moaning softly.
I move my tongue up again, leaving a wet path until put him in my mouth once more, rubbing the tip inside my cheeks, careful not to rub against my teeth.
“Where did you learn that-” He swallows a moan again because I'm using my tongue and hands at the same time… jerking him off… sucking the rest of the cum that didn't fall into my ass, swallowing without wasting a single drop.
“Angel…” Julian moans my name, guiding my head, making me go back and forth, using my mouth to ride him.
With small sucks, I make him go even deeper into my mouth until it reaches the bottom of my throat, using my tongue to rub at the same time. Then I suck even harder and feel the bulging veins throbbing in my mouth, as I'm swirling my tongue at the tip, reaching what I know to be his sensitive spot.
And again, I shove it all the way down my throat, swallowing several times; he seems to like the way my throat envelops him and my swallows reverberate through him — because suddenly, Julian holds my hair tightly and pushes my head, making me choke on his big cock.
“That's it, Angelee…. Swallow me right.”
I keep swallowing, obeying, feeling him pulsate inside my mouth. And he pushes even harder, making my eyes water.
“Look at me, girl.”
I raise my eyes, trying to look at him properly.
“That's it… that's right… choke on my cock.”
I threaten to cough, but his hard-on is taking up my entire throat. A tear trickles down the corner of my eye, and a shiver runs through my body as I see a mischievous smile rise on his lips.
Suddenly, Julian pulls my head back, causing my mouth to slide away from him, and the sense of relief at being able to breathe and cough comes at the same intensity as I miss the hard-on on my mouth.
Tears run down my eyes, but I'm starving. I don't know what's happening to me… I don't know what I am becoming.
All I want is to feel him again.
Julian leans over me, enveloping my body in a warm embrace, sinking my back into the mattress… And immediately I gasp… because I'm feeling him slowly entering me, burying everything, absolutely everything inside me…
And I break down into a moan as our skins are touching, as our heat and breaths are mingling…
He starts kissing me, thrusting slowly, moving my leg up, pressing on my inner thigh, leaning on it to bury himself into me. This allows him to go even deeper, deeper than I thought possible….
I moan against his mouth, feeling that he's increasing the pace, snapping our hips in a deliciously deep rhythm. And I can't help my eager hands from reaching his back, from leaving my marks on his body as well, scratching deeply into his skin, seeing that he also enjoys the way pain mixes with pleasure.
Julian's kiss is deeper, but when the pace of the thrusts intensifies, he can do nothing but clamp my lip between his teeth and slide his cock inside me so easily that I'm surprised it was so hard and painful the first time.
Maybe he's thinking about it too because he adds, with his voice husky, huffing from the frantic rhythm, “See how your pussy swallows me so well…?”
I moan against his lips, brushing them lightly.
“It's still so tight, but it's so warm…”
I spread my hand across his back, which is starting to get sweaty….
“What do I do, Angel…” He grunts, fucking me even faster, “I think about your pussy all day long…”
I seek his face, sealing our lips again, feeling his grunt reverberate through my mouth. I build the rhythm of our kiss, but he orders the way his cock consumes me.
Interlacing my fingers in his blond hair, I further intensify the way our tongues intertwine and meet to envelop each other.
The sensation of kissing him while he's burying himself in me is making the heat spread through my body, the shiver running up my spine, traveling to my nerves. I'm shivering, feeling my muscles go stiff and my insides tighten. He's throbbing inside me deliciously that I can't help but moan loudly when he hits an extremely sensitive spot inside me.
“Go ahead, cum in my cock, babe.” He commands, squeezing my leg, lowering it until my knee touches my shoulder, completely dominating me.
And as if he knows my body better than me, Julian grunts and says, “That's it, my Angel, cum for me…”
I obey — cumming with a high-pitched scream, feeling my body tremble frantic as he continues to thrust even harder.
Digging my nails into Julian's sweaty back, I give myself over to the pleasure of the orgasm that doesn't relieve because he keeps hitting the damn sensitive spot inside me......
Shit. I'm screaming and moaning loudly, clawing at his back with a strength that makes him grunt as well… or maybe it's my insides that are so hot, slippery, and closed that makes him moan like this.
His cock gets expelled from inside me because I'm really tight, but Julian pushes in again, fast and hard, stealing the air from my lungs. Thrusting so deep that I feel him throbbing inside me, filling me up completely.
And to torture me, Julian pulls out, until just the tip is inside me, only to bury again, pushing against my thighs, with a hungry, deep pace, so intense that it makes me heat up, jolt and arch.
“I- I can't…” I shout, being taken by a new orgasm that makes me stiffen completely, rolling my eyes back, curling my toes and digging my long nails into his back again. “Julian!”
His cock is throbbing…. I'm dying…
I cling to him, crossing one leg to his hip.
“Wait, Angel, I'll come-”
I try to hold him back because I don't want him to leave, but Julian is faster and props himself up on his knees, pulling my hair and my head up, “Come here NOW.”
His desperate hands pull my face harshly on his cock, and I know what he wants… So I just open my mouth and swallow him whole, sucking, sliding my tongue over the tip, feeling incredible pleasure for watching him shudder all over, and for feeling his cock veins throb quickly as his hot, salty climax explodes in my mouth, deep in my throat.
“Fuck, Angelee…” He grunts, holding my head, “Swallow it all…”
I obey, sticking down deep my throat, gulping at his dick, every drop of his cum. And when I slide it out and run my tongue along the entire length, he pulls my hair down, making me look directly into his face… and a shiver runs up my spine.
I feel his hand on my face, stroking gently….
“You're so beautiful.” Julian rubs his thumb across my lips, “I can't get enough of fucking you.”
I'm still rubbing the tip on my lips, lightly on the tooth… and I can tell by the stiffness, the bulging veins… Julian really hasn't had enough.
“Are you swollen?” He asks, holding my face firmly.
I don't dare lie, so I just nod, and the smile that rises on his lips incites fire in me.
“Too bad, I don't intend to stop now… After all, you missed years of orgasms that I need to get back to you.”
***
With my body heavy, I opened my eyes slowly in the morning, finding Julian's sleeping face beside me. His arm is across my stomach, hugging me clumsily, and a warmth takes over my chest, making my heart beat faster. Seeing him with such a serene expression makes me feel funny.
I bring my hand up to Julian's face, stroking his beard with my thumb, watching every detail of it like I could record it in my mind. And I hold my breath the next moment, when he opens his eyes slowly, staring at me with his green eyes that are a few shades darker than usual.
He places his hand over mine, bringing it up to his lips and giving a kiss on the palm…
“Good morning, beautiful.” He says in a husky voice, reverberating down my throat — and it brings a shiver down my spine that spreads over every inch of my skin.
“Good morning…” I say with a silly smile.
Julian moves closer and deposits a kiss on my lips, then he stands up, stretching his back, giving me a good view of his work-out muscles. As he stretches his neck, I feel a sudden urge to crawl to him and return to his warmth.
I lean in to deposit a wet kiss on his skin, under his slightly protruding spine. And his low, husky laugh graces my ears, but I put another kiss.
He looks over his shoulder, meeting my eyes that must be burning with feelings Julian should never know.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, touching my face, caressing my skin tenderly.
“Uhm.” I mumble, nodding against his palm, which, though rough, can be incredibly soft… a delicious contradiction I never imagined could exist.
“I'm going to take a shower and get our breakfast.” He tugs my cheek lightly, “Stay still in bed, your body is aching, isn't it? I overdid it a little.”
My smile widens, becoming mischievous, “I like when you overdo it…”
“You really are getting a dirty mouth, aren't you, girl?” He laughs low, and deposits another kiss on my lips, “I won't call you to get in the shower with me because, otherwise, I'll fuck you until you scream my name… then it'll be late for breakfast.”
I pout.
“I'll be right back, okay?”
“Okay.”
Julian stands up, showing me the full view of his naked body, his muscles so shapely it makes me sigh… there are even red marks from my fingernails all over his back. Somehow, I like how they match Julian's skin.
I close my eyes tightly as he disappears from my vision and the sound of water falling to the floor begins. I'm really tempted to get up and join him. And I'm even crawling across the bed when I hear the ring of a cell phone.
My eyes are drawn to Julian's phone that's on the bedside table. The sound of falling water can still be heard, but it's like nothing around me exists besides that small object.
I know my hands shouldn't hold it…
I know my eyes shouldn't look at the message that just arrived.
But impulsiveness always gets the best of me.

**— CATHY**
**[Are you free tonight? I'm missing our nights. Call me, Juls.]**