77 — “Wrong answer, girl.”

Julian places me on the bed without much care, making my body jump with the mattress. And just as I'm about to clumsily get up, he puts himself behind me, holding my throat, using his other hand to lift my hips. His lips brush against my cheek, my jaw, down to my shoulder. And the light bite he gives me there sends a new shiver down my spine.
“Did he touch you?” Julian asks with his lips still brushing against my skin, teeth meeting the fabric of my blouse.
*“Uh-huh,”* I mumble, lying again. I know I should keep quiet, shut up, and stop provoking him, but… The way his grip tightens when these lies roll off my tongue sets me on fire…
“Where?” His voice is hard and angry.
“Everywhere… all over my skin-”
My answer makes him pull my body brutally, making me lie on his now-closed legs.
I try to get up, resting my hands on the mattress, but Julian holds on tightly to my ass, digging his fingers into my skin. His grip is so tight that hardly seems to have a cloth separating the contact between our skins.
“I don't like your answers.” He pulls the skirt tightly; I can even hear the fabric's thread snapping. Since Julian and I started having sex, the loss of clothes is quite constant. But this time, he just lifts it to my waist, uncovering the curves of my ass and my lace panties. “Hah, don't tell me… did you put something like this on for him? Such provocative panties?”
I bite my lip, trying to keep the words from coming out… But when Julian pushes it between the middle of my ass, rubbing the cloth against my hole, I let out a hoarse moan and say softly, “Yes, I did. And he liked what he saw.”
I'm such a liar.
A liar and an idiot because my body is on fire, and I can already feel my entrance soaking wet.
“Wrong answer, girl.” He slaps my ass hard.
The loud sound of his palm smacking against my skin reverberates around the room, and the sharp pain makes me arch my back and moan loudly. But with his other hand, Julian pushes my head down, sinking my face into the mattress, stifling me, muffling the other moan that comes out because, once again, he slaps me hard.
With his fingers tightly clutching my hair, digging into the roots, Julian pulls my face up, forcing me to moan loudly, without anything muffling and stopping them from reaching his ears.
“One more chance. Did you put this for him?” Julian's voice is deeper, furious — and I can't lie again.
“No, no… I didn't…” My voice comes out squeaky, desperate. My heart is pounding loudly in anticipation, not knowing when the hand that's caressing me now will strike hard against my skin again. It's probably red right now because it stings, it burns — but it hurts so good.
“Good girl… See how docile you can be?” He says with a laugh in his tone, still stroking my burning skin with his rough palm. “But I'm still not convinced.”
Slap — again, his hand slaps my ass, even harder, making me gasp, swallowing a moan while arching my head and straining my throat.
I hear Julian's chuckle; he seems to be enjoying the way my body reacts, how even though he's punishing me like this, my skin is shivering, and I'm moaning with pleasure.
“You said he's a better kisser than me, huh? You said he touched you all over…” He says lowly, letting go of my hair so that my head falls to the mattress.
I spread my hands across the bed, curling my fingers into the sheet while, once again, Julian strokes my burning skin… No, actually, his fingers are fitting between my butt, rubbing against the panties tucked between them. And his fingerprints move down a little, finding my entrance that's soaking the cloth.
“You're lying with that bold little mouth of yours, aren't you, girl?” Julian says with another laugh, forcing my entrance with just the right amount of pressure to bring me a wave of pleasure, “There's no way your body would react that way to another man.”
I'm angry. I'm really angry to hear him say this… And I'm even angrier that he's right. My body doesn't react that way to someone else, it couldn't.
“Yes, that's the truth, right? Nobody makes you feel good the way I do…” Julian moves his fingers further down, reaching the curve that my clit makes in my soaked panties. “But it's okay because there's no way I would react like this to another woman too.”
Julian's words surprise me, and I try to get up, but he pulls my pants aside and puts two fingers inside me in one quick thrust. And this time I can't hold back the moan; it escapes loudly, reverberating through these walls, meeting Julian's chuckle that also reaches my ears.
I dig my fingers into the sheet harder, lifting my hips a bit more, feeling my pussy stretching and adjusting to his fingers. He's thrusting hard, with a fast rhythm that makes me purse my lips and cover them with a trembling hand.
My body is giving out… there's no denying the power Julian has over me.
“Don't hold back.” He pulls my hand away, taking a firm grip on my forearm while pressing it against the mattress, curling his fingers inside me, hitting an extremely sensitive spot that makes me cry out. “Let me hear your moans, I miss them so much I could die.”
“I hate you,” I growl between moans, closing my eyes, letting my cries escape even louder… Because, *oh, damn,* he's hammering his fingers inside me, so fast, so deep… I can hear the sound of his hand colliding with my skin, the wet sound of my arousal while he widens my entrance, fucking me with his thick fingers.
“Liar,” Julian says, chuckling, massaging my inner walls, pulling his fingers apart so that my entrance stretches even more, slowly, easily…
Then suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of me, arousing a frustrated grunt that I hate myself for letting out. But right away, he's digging his fingers into my hair again, making me lift my face and tilt it to the side. His command is firm when he tells me, “Look at me.”
I obey, so easily… It's like my body stops listening to me and just follows Julian's requests. And when I meet his eyes, he lowers my head and presses it against the mattress again, while I struggle to keep our eyes locked.
Julian's hand spreads across my face, and his thumb reaches for my lips to play with them, making a gap between them, just to slip it inside my warm mouth. I wrap his finger around the softness of my tongue, enveloping it in the wetness of my saliva — and suck it, bringing the whole thumb into my mouth, rubbing the tip against the base of my tongue. And this makes Julian grunt.
“You're so hot…” He says, slipping his fingers inside me again, making me gasp. This allows him to take out his thumb and stick two fingers inside my mouth, ordering me to *suck it while fucks my pussy.* His words come out slurred, breathless… perhaps from the alcohol in his system that's starting to intoxicate me too.
Julian keeps hammering inside me, so hard that I can't help moaning loudly. I bite down on his fingers, losing control of my body that just surrenders… After all, it's hard not to give in when his other fingers are curling inside me, hooking, and his palm is slamming hard against the middle of my legs, making the hollow noise echo through the room.
My body is shuddering, the orgasm lurking with this pace that's getting faster and merciless. It's so delirious that I can't focus on sucking his fingers. There's saliva dripping from the corner of my lips, but his fingers are still hooked in my lower teeth while the others hold my neck tightly, making me open my mouth wide.
And I simply can't help but close my eyes, giving myself completely to the sensation that's overwhelming me, to this intense orgasm that threatens to explode at any moment-
But a painless sudden slap hits my face, and Julian's firm tone commands me, “Open your eyes, Angelee.”
I obey, keeping my eyes open when he properly grips my neck, dominating me completely. He's holding our eye contact while goes back to striking my pussy with his hand, burying his fingers inside me with a merciless rhythm that makes me cry out loud, high-pitched, with orgasm finally exploding through my body.
Julian moans deep in his throat when he feels my inner walls squeeze his fingers, tightening because of my climax. And I feel his cock throbbing in my belly, under so many clothes…
But I can't worry about any of this because, damn it, I'm cumming so hard that tears are running down my eyes… Because I'm going crazy, completely surrendering to the way Julian knows my body and keeps fucking me with his curled fingers while I'm screaming and begging him not to stop.
In one last cry mixed with a moan, I feel my orgasm leaving and taking all the strength in my body with it. And just collapse completely on the mattress, feeling the softness of the sheet under the palm of my hands… I'm suddenly weak and think that can rest, but Julian seems to have other plans. He's pulling me by the arms, making me sit on his lap, with his hard-on marked exactly in the middle of my legs.
“Say it. Say it directly to my face now. Tell me that another man touched you, kissed you… that you liked it.” Julian says it in a soft voice, the alcohol breath reaching my nostrils… Actually, I can almost smell the alcohol almost oozing from each of his pores…
His hands return to caressing the curves of my body. And now I can see, there's so much intensity in his green eyes that I forget how to breathe.
“Tell me not to kiss you… not to touch you anymore.”
I blink slowly, my lungs already burning from the lack of air.
“You know… I really can't do it, Angelee.” He closes his eyes tightly, “I can't.”
My chest hurts… After all this, he still-
“I can't stay away from you anymore,” Julian says, making my eyes widen in surprise…
And a tear runs down my cheek. I'm just not sure if it's because of the remnants of the orgasm — or the intense feeling that’s seizing my chest right now.