Page 44 of Forever Yours

“Stop teasing me.”

Julien rested his cheek on my Adonis belt and dug his thumb into the muscle there.

“I like teasing you.”

He sucked on the sensitive skin on my hip. Hard. Hard enough to bruise.

A grunt of pleasure erupted up my throat because that… that was what I wanted. His mark. Something I would see for days to come every time I looked in the mirror. Something I would feel every time I moved.

“More.” My desires had become nothing more than laconic demands.

He slithered down to the fly of my shorts and pulled the zipper with his teeth. My cock jerked, eager for his mouth.

Slipping his hands under the waistband, I lifted my ass off the bed. The cotton blend slid down my legs as Julien removed the item of clothing.

“You went commando?”

I usually didn’t. I don’t know why I did today.

“Mmhmm.”

My fingers threaded in his hair, nails scratching his scalp. His warm breath rasped my sensitive tip.

“Such a bad boy.”

I startled, unprepared, when he took me deep inside his mouth. No warning. No run up. Holy shit.

“Oh, god, Julien. Yes.”

I threw my head back, shut my eyes, and just let myself feel every wonderful, filthy thing his mouth did to me. Julien pleasured me relentlessly. Took me to the edge again and again until I was a delirious, panting mess. He used every weapon in his arsenal to drive me insane and have me beg for release.

“Need to come.”

So damn badly. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

“Not yet,” he said and squeezed my tip so he could lick the precum leaking out.

“Julien,” I growled, and he laughed. The vibrations shot right down my shaft to my balls.

My breath whooshed out when he flipped me over to my stomach. His hand landed on my spine, and I was pushed face-down onto the bed.

“Shoulders down, ass up, and don’t you fucking move.”

I rushed to do what he said.

A quiet overcame the room, the only sounds those of the nightstand drawer sliding open and the snap of the lube cap. Goose bumps popped when cold liquid oozed down my ass, adding to the chill that the air conditioner was pumping out of the vents mounted overhead in the ceiling.

“Julien,” I whispered.

“Yeah, baby.”

I moaned softly when he dipped one finger, then two inside me, preparing me to take him.

“Don’t be gentle.”

His fingers stilled, and I felt the brush of lips kiss my lower lumbar.

“Anything for my sweet Angel.”

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