97 — “Say you're mine!”

My body is shaking, vibrating. I try to keep the moans from escaping through my parted, trembling lips. Still, it’s impossible... especially when there’s a dildo inside my pussy, and Julian is thrusting slowly, an easy thrust that’s spreading my other hole. A hint of pain makes me try to press my knees together, but my legs just smash against his waist, gripping his body tightly.
But at the same time as the pain of being stretched spreads through my body, the shivers caused by this odd sensation are much stronger; it makes me shudder and moan, unable to find reason amid this overload of feelings.
“You’re doing great, babe...” The arm resting next to my head trembles, as does his whole body above me, but his hand searches through my hair, tangling his fingers in my brown strands, holding on tight while his other hand stimulates my clit, rubbing it quickly.
I can’t find any words amid the moans that break out involuntarily; I just close my eyes and surrender to the pleasurable sensations that overwhelm me, especially when his cock is all the way in, throbbing, squeezed by my inner back walls.
“Damn it... It feels so good...” He mumbles with a grunt that chills my skin. His fingers pick up the pace, rubbing my clit faster, a pressure that makes me let out a cry and dig my fingers even harder into his back. “That’s right, mark me, Angelee... Leave your traces all over my body, fuck, it’s all yours anyway.”
He interrupts the touch on my clit and moves his hand up to my hip, holding it firmly while retracting his own, making the cock slide out easily. It’s so slippery that I don’t know what’s lube or my wetness anymore... but it allows him to move easily and bury himself inside me again, a little faster and harder — which makes me let out another moan, muffled by the kiss I’m seeking.
Julian allows my tongue to slide into his mouth and searches for an intense, enveloping, almost hungry intertwining. I’m blinded by the desire that only increases every time he jerks his hips and slides his stiffness in and out of me.
As I’m adjusted to its size, there’s no more pain, just the same funny sensation I felt with his fingers, the intense shivers that make my body shudder. And everything gets even more intense with the dildo vibrating inside my pussy so fast. Maybe it’s because I’m being filled from behind, but my inner pussy walls are squeezing the dildo, pressing it even harder against my sensitive spot...
And as much as I try to focus on kissing him, as much as I really want to muffle my moans with his lips, I can’t... The moans prevent our mouths from fitting.
“I can feel your insides vibrating...” Julian says breathlessly, pulling my lower lip with his teeth. “I can’t hold out... for long...”
Even saying that, he increases the pace, thrusting so hard that I’m moaning louder than I should, with tears running down the corners of my closed eyes. I try to seal my lips, but he kisses me again, forcing my mouth to receive his tongue, a fervent intertwining like the way he hammers into my ass, his hips striking against mine, making the sound of smacking flesh echo loudly through the room.
I dig my nails even harder into his back, scratching from the top until I reach his ribs, and the slight pain caused by it seems to turn him on even more because he’s waving his hips, a sensual, fast rhythm that drives me to the brink of madness.
The climax is approaching once again, and I can’t tell which sensation is more pleasurable — if it’s the pink egg vibrating at my now narrow pussy, the shivers that run through my skin like electricity from being fucked from behind, or because Julian himself seems to be going crazy, moaning as much as I am.
“Shit... that’s so good...” He grunts, gripping my hair even harder, thrusting deep, holding my waist so tightly that I’m sure his fingers will be marked on my skin. But I don’t mind one bit; I like the feeling, the memories that remain in my body after such an intense night. The pain of his touch always sets me on fire...
“Julian...” I moan his name, weak from the pleasure that threatens to explode inside me.
“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” Julian asks with a chuckle, pushing deep, fast. His hips are slamming hard against my ass, making our bodies collide. “Do you like being filled in both holes at the same time, naughty girl?”
“Yes!” I let out a shrill cry, tilting my head back and closing my eyes tightly, with the climax threatening to come...
“Yeah? But the only cock you’ll be taking from now on is mine.” He lets go of my hips and holds my throat, surprising me with his firm touch without decreasing the pace. “Say it, Angelee.”
I gasp, filling my lungs, but Julian squeezes my neck a little tighter, making me open my eyes and meet his, so intense and lustful... He seems to be on the edge of madness himself, being overwhelmed just like I am.
“Say it, damn it! Say you’re mine!” He orders loudly, firmly, hammering so, so, so deep that I can’t stand it, *I can’t resist, I can’t help exploding in this deep orgasm, and gosh,* I’m screaming and shaking and crossing my legs around his waist, locking his cock inside me while that bloody dildo keeps vibrating in my sensitive place and bringing me this mind-blowing orgasm...
“Yes! Yes, yes! I’m yours, Julian... I’m completely yours!”
With one last powerful thrust, he empties himself inside me... but the pink egg continues to make my insides vibrate, causing him to shake, grunting and moaning deep in his throat, closing his eyes tightly as the intense climax crashes against both our bodies... like a wave that sweeps over us, chilling our skins in a delicious goosebump... until it’s pulled back and leaves with nothing but a sudden weakness.
My muscles relax immediately, and Julian pulls the dildo out of me, bringing me such intense relief because I’m still overwhelmed by so many sensations taking over my body that I can’t take it anymore. I’m still crying tears of pleasure, almost rolling my eyes.
Slowly he removes the cock from inside my hole, leaving me with a surprising feeling of emptiness, even if his pleasure still makes me full. However, when he throws his body on the mattress next to me and pulls me into his embrace, this dull feeling disappears completely.
I’m just *complete* in his arms, enveloped by the warmth of his body.
Once again, it’s skin to skin — warmth to warmth, but this time without any lust, without the desire that drives us crazy... just the comfort we seek.
Julian is snuggling into my body, cuddling, pressing his chest into my back as he places quick, tender kisses on my shoulder, going up to my neck, my nape. He sniffs my hair, burying his face between the brown waves wet with sweat, and this simple gesture brings warmth to my chest.
“Don’t leave, babe...” He mumbles against my hair, and his sly voice makes me smile, even though he can’t see it. “Stay with me, huh?”
His embrace becomes firmer, but it’s cozy and doesn’t squeeze me... Julian really knows exactly how much pressure I like at all times.
“Sleep here with me. I can wake you up early when I go to the gym... I’ve been too lazy, and I need to take care of this body you like so much.” He places another kiss on the back of my neck, breathing deeply into my hair.
I close my eyes, enjoying the sound of his voice.
But after this brief moment of silence, he adds, “Your father will probably be asleep... He won’t see you coming for breakfast or suspect anything.”
My heart misses a beat, a painful miss that steals me of air and makes me break away from his touch. I sit down on the bed, still with my back to him, bringing my hand up to my bare, sweaty chest, too weak from the intensity of our night. My body is aching, and my holes are numb, but it’s not that makes me feel troubled.
I feel the mattress move, Julian probably sitting behind me. Suddenly, I’m afraid to look at him. Because it’s always like that; when reason returns, *problems also seem to come back.*
Nothing has been resolved; the situation is still the same.
“Let’s just have a shower, and if you want to go home, I’ll let you go, okay?” He gently lifts my hair from my shoulders, exposing my back to receive another kiss on the top of my spine, along with a comfy touch.
“Okay.” I nod and hold onto the sheet tightly. “You can go ahead... I’ll be right there.”
Julian stands still for a moment, then strokes my hair and gets up. His heavy footsteps towards the bathroom make me anxious, with my heart pounding in my throat. And I hope that the sound of the shower, the sound of the water falling and washing off our traces, somehow relieve me, but it doesn’t... it just leaves me with intense pain, as if a blade were going through my chest, ripping it open.
I sigh deeply, looking down at my fingers clenched on the sheet.
When did I become so greedy?
When did I start wanting more?
Seven years ago, I just wanted him to look at me differently. I want him to see me the way *I saw him.*
Four years ago, I wanted him to know that I had loved him for all that time. I wanted my unrequited love to become fleshly... I wanted him to kiss me, to touch me, to see me as a woman. But after that night at the club, things didn’t turn out the way I wanted...
But now that I think about it, I think I’ve always been too greedy. I always wanted more than Julian offered me, more than I admitted.
From the start, it was just excuses. I didn’t want him just to take my virginity and fuck me — like I asked when I knocked on his door while my world was falling apart...
I didn’t just want to be a friend with benefits or someone important that he cares about...
What I want most, always wanted, is to be *with him*, to be *loved* by Julian Adams.
And it all started back then, on my 19th birthday... When that spark of hope ignited a fire in my chest that burns until now...
Yes, that’s right.
The hope that Julian gave me is still here, even if he has forgotten about it.