Chapter 87: Moonlit Cravings

I gasped out a moan when his tongue was replaced with his teeth, his bite hard from the get-go without even allowing me to catch up to him. He’s had enough practically that he could tug anything past my hips if he stretched it far enough to slide over my wide ass. I heard his pants and boxers flop to the dusty floor a second after mine did, my bare skin warming each other with an eager thirst for each other. With a single yank, he pulled my shirt up where my breasts would pop out. I covered my mouth to keep my pleasured noises under control while he wrapped one of his arms around me and lifted me so that he had a free arm to do whatever he wanted with me.

Julian used it to swing my head around to face him and she fiercely kissed me, showing how much he had been holding back until now. Our teeth clacked as his tongue claimed mine before it even had the chance to challenge, his tongue trailed across the wall of my inner cheek, feeling the smoothness. I was so distracted by what his tongue was doing that I didn’t even notice his fingers glide down and penetrate my most sensitive area. My legs bent as I uncontrollably moaned in his mouth.

I thought this was going to be just another session to relieve our tensions and be on our merry ways like last time but Julian was giving my body far more attention this time around.

*Is he making up for the last time?*

Part of me wanted to tell him that enough is enough, that this doesn’t feel like a romantic relationship. It just feels like he’s one of my fuck buddies. The worst part is that it makes me feel like he’s in control when it had always been the other way around.

My thoughts fueled by annoyance were overpowered by the ecstasy of his long fingers rapidly moving inside of me, pushing all of the way in. It was starting to feel like there was always something new each time we fucked. Well, somewhat fucked. I could feel his solid mast comfortably tucked between my cheeks and my body couldn’t do anything about it. I could even begin to feel it pulse with growing excitement.

Just when I thought it wouldn’t get taken any further, Julian lifted me higher off of the ground and walked over to the window, his fingers never stopping their movement.

“H–hey, wait–” my protest was cut short when he pressed my body up against the cold glass, with boobs and other thick parts of my body squished in full view of the world. For a second I was afraid he was pushing me so hard against it that it was going to crack and I’d fall.

*He’d catch me, right?? He wouldn’t let me fall, right?!*

My startled reaction was distracted when he made his fingers dig inside me as deep as they could go to the point I was convinced he was pressing the spot where I think babies were made. I moaned dangerously loudly into his mouth as he continued to passionately kiss me. My legs trembled as my body caved into an early orgasm. Our lips unlocked so that I pant for air. The world spun around me from my forced high, something I hadn’t witnessed before until now.

Julian slowly rested me back onto the floor but my legs were still weak and feet unresponsive. The glass softly slid across my skin instead of painfully stretching it. I at least was grateful that Julian still held me in place till the strength came back to my legs, even if one of his fingers was soaked.

As I panted to catch my breath, I saw a twinkle of light through the fog on the window. When I squinted at the push I saw the twinkle again.

*The fuck is that?*

I was about to look more closely at the object but Julian spun me around and released me, causing me to drop onto my knees.

*Ow!*

Before I could grunt my complaint, my eyes went wide when I saw what I was at eye level with–the thing that had been driving me nutty since day one.

*Oh, hell nah.*

My stupid ass just had to have my gawking mouth open and Julian opened it further with his thumb before shoving what most men would die for to have down my throat. If it wasn’t for my years of experience in the past when using men for good cash I would’ve puked puddles. I could’ve bitten him. I probably should’ve bitten him. I kinda wanted to bite him. But his drunken moans and the way he desperately whispered my name brought those annoying butterflies back to my chest. Either way, I didn’t even get the chance to decide since he barely lasted a minute till reaching his climax too. I choked and almost puked either way when spitting him out of me and rubbing my sore throat.

“I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself.” I coughed, I had to swallow everything that went down my throat. “That’s the worst you’ve ever done–” my sass halted when I looked up at him. He was blushing while sheepishly looking away from me, he had gotten so worked up that he practically lost control of himself instantly.

*Fuck. How is he still so goddamn cute!?*

The light from earlier had completely faded from my mind as my head hung, exhaustion hitting me like a truck. “Damn you…” comes my sleepy mumble. I thought I was going to be fine with a little bit of coffee until he happened. My eyes closed as I swayed back and forth in my half-asleep state. I heard Julian’s footsteps travel the room along with the rustle of more clothes. I heard his footsteps get louder as he approached me again and pulled my shirt back down before effortlessly picking me up and attentively sliding my underwear and shorts back on. His touch was the complete opposite of what it was this evening when Jack drove me home, Julian had literally dragged me inside with a grip so hard that I’m surprised it didn’t bruise. And now here he is, putting on my clothes as if I were fragile enough I’d break if he wasn’t careful.

I mumbled something under my breath. Fuck, I didn’t even know what I mumbled I was so dead asleep. I did feel my feet get swept off of the floor though when Julian picked me up bridal style. He didn’t respond to me as I helplessly went limp in his arms and my head rested against his chest. Exhaustion finally took hold of me.

While half-conscious before it completely lights out for me, I felt him kiss my forehead again while whispering with pure love in his voice. “Goodnight, my Beautiful.”