Page 35 of Old Money

“Oh, Julian,” I whimper, one hand clutching the blanket, the other grasping for the back of his head. I press him deeper into me, wishing I could keep him there forever as he moves his head in all the right directions. “Oh, God,” I cry as he sucks my whole clit into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue as he does. Just when I feel like I’m on the brink, I feel him slip a finger back in, then another. And then they all move in perfect harmony: his tongue, his fingers, pulsing and stroking and sucking until I’m screaming his name, moaning, shuddering like a fool on the bed.

My chest heaves with heavy breaths as he slowly rises, pulling his fingers out of me and sticking them into his own mouth, sucking my juices off them. I’ve never seen something this earth-shatteringly sexy before, but I’m pretty sure I can die a happy woman.

“Oh, my god,” I whisper. He stands up, and I gather enough strength to sit up in front of him. “It’s my turn,” I tell him, and never have I ever wanted to suck someone’s cock so bad. I want him as deep as I can take him. I want to choke on him. I want him to see the tears in my eyes, knowing I’m doing as much as I can for him. He looks down at me, and I spin around on my back, lying down so that my head hangs off the bed.

“Fuck my mouth, Julian,” I tell him, and I hear him hiss as he gently grabs a fistful of my hair.

“Sawyer,” he warns. “You need to watch that pretty little mouth of yours. You’re supposed to be young and innocent. We don’t want to mess that up too bad, do we?”

I reach a hand back, cupping his balls and stroking his cock with the other. Then I tilt my head back and open my mouth wide. He smiles for a moment then reaches his other hand out to grab the other side of my head. He pushes his cock into my mouth slowly, and the salty taste of his precum has my insides swirling for more. I reach my hands back and grab his ass, pulling him farther and farther into my mouth.

I swallow and adjust to his size, then I feel him stroke my face.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he says. “Are you ready?”

I nod beneath him, and he starts to move. He goes slowly at first, but when I squeeze and dig my nails into his ass, he picks up the pace. I’m gagging and choking in the most glorious way while he hisses above me, gently pulling my hair as I clutch onto him. My eyes fill with tears, and all I want now is for him to lose it. I want him to completely fucking?—

All of a sudden, he freezes, slowing down and holding me slightly off of him.

“Honey, if we don’t stop right now, there won’t be another chance before your mouth is full.”

SAWYER

Dear God. That’s all I want.My mouth fills with more saliva as I dig my nails deeper into him. He hisses as he rubs the sides of my head gently.

“No, baby,” he says. “Not like this. Not this time.”

God dammit.

He pulls out of my mouth and bends down, kissing me gently before reaching up and spinning me around.

“You,” he says, putting a hand down on either side of my head and wiping the last tear from my eye, “areverygood at that.”

I smile and swipe my thumb over my lips.

He stares down at me as he grabs himself, pumping his hand up and down a few times. I take in every single inch of him—the patch of hair on his big broad chest, the veins snaking down his arms, his hair falling out of place, the way every muscle in his body ripples when he moves—and I don’t ever want to forget a single detail. I reach up, wrapping my hands around his thick forearms.

He reaches over to the nightstand and opens the drawer. He sees the box of condoms and grabs it, but as he pulls one out, he pauses, lifting his eyes to me.

“What?” I ask.

“I’m glad you have these,” he says, “but I also really fucking hate that you have these.”

I swallow.

I kind of love that he’s jealous over me.

“Tell me again,” I say as he puts one on then climbs onto the bed. He gently reaches for my legs, spreading them apart.

“Tell you what, honey?”

“Tell me what you said earlier. About what you want,” I say.

He bends down, kissing me gently but nibbling on my bottom lip before he comes up.

“I don’t want anyone else to have you,” he says, kissing my neck, his hand sliding down to my breast and circling it. “And I don’t want anyone else.” Then he pulls my legs, sliding me down toward him, and pushes himself into me. I cry out, my legs wrapping around him as I clutch onto his head and shoulders. “Are you okay, baby?”

I nod, evening out my breathing and taking him in. I’m feeling him in places I didn’t know were reachable by anyone other than my gynecologist.

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