Page 21 of Wicked Fantasies

“But—”

Ross pushed her harder against the glass, no longer chilling her nipples, but her entire breasts.

“Tell me what you want, Brown Eyes.”

“Let me loose,” she pleaded, no longer able to control the demands her body was making. “Take me in your mouth. Suck me hard. Make me hot again.” Still Ross didn’t release her. “Please!”

Suddenly, his hand at her back was gone. Julia turned in his arms. Raising her hands to his shoulders and then to his hair, she pulled his mouth to hers for a kiss. A kiss she commanded and controlled, her lips hard against his as she insisted upon entry, her tongue finding its way into the heat of his mouth.

While Julia directed the kiss, Ross took possession of her body. Swiveling, he pushed her to the bed. As soon as the back of her thighs touched the high mattress, he pressed her down, spreading her legs to stand between them.

Bending over, Ross gave Julia everything she’d demanded and more as he took first one breast and then the other into his mouth. Laving them with his hot tongue, nipping them with his teeth, he warmed her to boiling in a matter of minutes.

Julia attempted to wrap her legs around his waist to pull him closer, but Ross, wise to that trick, refused to relinquish his control. Grabbing her ankles, he stepped away from the bed, looking down at her.

“Not yet,” he said tenderly. “I want you to do something for me first.”

Confused, Julia slowly rose up onto her elbows, shocked at how she no longer minded her nudity in Ross’s presence, her own body betraying her modesty in its clamor for release.

“What?”

“Sit in the center of the bed and prop yourself up on those pillows.” He walked to the bottom of the bed.

Intrigued, Julia did as he asked, taking note of the imperiousness of his command. His voice brought back memories of his pirate captain from the night before and she squirmed, uncomfortably aroused.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded harshly.

Julia started to protest his tone, but he stopped her. “You will not speak, Jules. Only do as I say.” Then to soften his words, he winked.

Smiling, Julia remembered his earlier words, “trust me”, and she slowly opened her legs, aware of the view she was giving him of her wet pussy.

“Last night was your first orgasm.” He shook his head, clearly disappointed for some reason. “Julia, I’m not always going to be around when you feel these sexual urges. I’m not sure how you’ve lived as long as you have, alone and unable to take care of your own needs. So, I’m going to show you how.”

Her jaw dropped open. Before she could even consider her response to his brazen suggestion, he continued, “I want you to do exactly what I tell you. No talking, Jules, only feeling. You’ll like this.” He saw her hands shaking slightly, so he added, “I promise.”

When she began to close her legs, his tone became demanding. “Keep your legs open.” When she failed to extend them far enough, he reached over the end of the bed and pulled her ankles until she was fully spread apart.

“Move your hands to your breasts,” he said. “You have the most amazing tits, so sensitive and full. Touch them like I was earlier, by the window. Cup them.” His voice was quiet now, almost hypnotic and despite her reservations, Julia responded to his directions.

“That’s it,” he continued. “Now pinch your nipples. Not too rough at first. Gradually build the pressure on them. Feel how hard they are. Roll them around a bit. Good girl.”

Julia felt trapped by his stare and enthralled by his words. He was enjoying her actions as much as she was. Her gaze fell to his erection. Noticing her look, Ross slowly took his hard cock in his hand, rubbing it from root to tip over and over, the movement mesmerizing her.

“Bend your head over a little,” he added hoarsely. “Use your tongue on that poor hard nipple. It wants more attention. That’s it. Now suck it into your mouth.”

Julia moaned slightly at the feeling of her own breast in her mouth, her tongue teasing the nipple until she thought she would explode from the pressure.

“God, you have no idea how hot that looks. Not all women are large enough to do that,” Ross praised. “Don’t forget the other one. It’s lonely too.”

Moving her lips to her other nipple, Julia squirmed again, desperate for Ross to come inside her. She was ready to beg him when he asked, “You need more, don’t you?”

Groaning with relief, Julia nodded, expecting him to crawl onto the bed. However, he kept speaking. “Move your right hand down, over your stomach. Run your fingers through the soft hair down there and play with that sweet little nub.”

“Ross,” Julia cried, the touch of her fingers on her clit driving her wild.

“That’s right.” He leaned closer to where her fingers were moving. “Pretend it’s me. Imagine it’s my fingers playing with you. Your hot cunt is mine from now on. Only mine. What do you want my fingers to do now, Jules?”

“In-inside me,” she panted.

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