Page 136 of Only With You

“Don’t tell me we’re going to—that’s not going to work,” she points, eyeing the chair like she’s trying to figure out how we’re going to mange to fuck on it.

“I’m not fucking you on this chair. It’ll be on my bed, but before you do that”—I tip my head to the side and zero in on one of my pillows—“I want you to use one of the pillows. Whichever one you want. I don’t care, take your pick, but I want you to ride it. I want to see if you’ll be good enough to ride my cock.” And because I’m a dick with occasionally no moral compass, I add, “I want to see ifyou’reworth it.”

Her nostrils flare, and because Julianna likes to fight and isn’t one to walk away, she narrows her eyes into dangerous slits. I’ve no doubt she’s plotting my death, probably wondering ifI’mworth it, because if we’re being real here, there’s no question, she is.

Julianna is the kind of girl guys beg for a speckle of her attention. She’s the kind of girl who could easily, and without trying, have anyone she wants. I would know, her public Instagram account says so. Those daft motherfuckers are always leaving stupid comments under her posts. And it’s not just her Instagram, but outside of it, too. I’m a male athlete, around a lot of other guys. I know what they say about her.

And it’s not just because she’s beautiful; she’s so smart and confident. But because we’re in the moment, and she, like me, thrives on degradation, and the fight, I keep that to myself for now.

“So?” I boredly say and wrap my palm around my shaft. Her eyes track my lazy movements and stay there, staring stupefied. I’ve no shame. I’ll fuck my own hand in front of her until I come if I have to, but I’d rather not. “Make up your mind. I don’t have the patience to wait for you all night.”

She shoots me a challenging stare and an audacious smile spreads across her face. “Okay.”

Julianna bends and goes to take her heels off, but I stop her. “Don’t. Heels on. Now, hurry up.”

The expression on her face screamsfuck you, but I ignore it. I’m stuck on how amazing her breasts look and how much I want them in my face.

Spinning, she graces me with a perfect view of her bubble arse and bends over purposely as she grabs a pillow, sets it in the middle and then grabs another. She stacks it on top of the other, climbs my bed, and straddles them.

“If you want to ride my cock, hump the pillow, and do a good job, because I don’t reward half-arsed jobs.” I add more pressure to my throbbing dick. I raise my palm until I’m at the crown and smear the pre-cum all over it.

She flips me off, but I don’t misread the desire in her eyes.

They flutter as she completely sits on it, and then a whimper is coaxed out of her mouth when she rocks her hips. She whimpers again, eyes squeezing shut almost in humiliation because I know she’s enjoying it. I know that it’s barely grazing her clit. I know she wants more, she needs more. She’s so desperate, she raises her hands to her breasts and pinches her pebbled nipples through the lace.

“Faster. Move your hips faster. Grind your cunt into the fucking pillow.” I urge her harshly, and when she does, her eyes glaze over, and her body trembles.

She curses under her breath repeatedly, pulling the taut pink buds as she rocks faster, breasts bouncing as she does.

I stare, transfixed by how well she does, how she pants and moans, plays with herself, and her body glistens with a sheen of sweat. I soak it all in, all of her, until she releases a frustrated grumble and drops her hands.

She leans forward, palms holding her weight on my bed, back bowing, grinding urgently to find her relief.

Deciding I can’t watch anymore because I’m close to coming, I stalk toward her. “You like that, don’t you?” I glance down at the pillowcase and note how soaked it is. “You’re making a mess. Are you going to make a mess like that on my cock?”

Her moans become more frantic and louder, but she doesn’t reply. She’s too focused, trying to reach her climax, but I’m a greedy bastard, so I wrap my palm around her throat and squeeze it.

I lock eyes with her sultry ones and I suck in a breath at how dark the blue is in her irises and how she shakes against me.

“Yes, I like it. Yes, I’ll do whatever you want, but please let me come.” She grabs my forearms, fingernails urgently digging into the skin.

She whines, almost cries when I tug her and pull her off the pillows and throw them on the floor. “That’s right, because you’re a slut who gets off on anything. Right?”

She nods, despite the shame that casts in her eyes, and manages on a ragged whisper, “Yeah, I’m a slut who gets off on anything.”

“Take it all off. I want to see you,” I order as I sit against the headboard and attentively watch as she slips her bra and thong off with shaky hands.

I blow out a harsh breath, shaking my head in admiration as I absorb every inch of her perfect, silky beige skin.

“Come here,” I gruffly say and extend my hand out. She takes it and climbs the bed with her heels on. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she straddles me, her knees on either side of my hips and cunt hovering over the crown of my cock.

Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, we stare at each other. I know what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking it too. I’ve never gone bare, not for anyone, except now for Julianna. And she’s never been with anyone without a condom. We know the consequences, and it should scare us both, because we both saw TJ and Lola deal with said consequences.

I lift a brow, silently asking her what she wants, because I’ll do whatever she asks. I have condoms in my nightstand drawer. I could easily reach for one, but when I search her face, I know what the answer is.

Grabbing her hip with one hand, I grab my length with the other and slowly glide it along her slit. She inhales a sharp breath, eyes ardently trained on us.

“You’re going to take all of me, right.” It’s not a question, but she happily obliges with a nod, and when I finally centre myselfat her entrance, she shudders and tenses. “Breathe, Love, it’s not even in you yet.”

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