Page 124 of Goldsin

A groan vibrates against my lips as I nip on his. With all the teasing from before, it won’t take me long to come.

His fingers slide in and out, slick with my desire, and he can tell I’m close. He tightens his hand around my neck, completely choking me. I should be scared, but the lack of oxygen only intensifies the pleasure. I’ve never felt more alive than I do now.

My vision blurs, eyes drooping closed as I stare at him, his eyes glued to mine. The darkness that was there before is now gone, replaced by a warmth that envelops me as he breathes in all my pleasure.

I come undone, soaring along on the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Julian!” I choke out.

At the sound of his name, hunger shines in his eyes and he quickens his movement, meeting the tremble of my body with each thrust. My body convulses, and he thrusts deeper. Harder. Faster. Needier.Desperate.

His jaw clenches, and he watches as I submit to the pleasure he’s driving into me.

Once the orgasm abates he removes his hand from my throat, allowing me to gulp in a lungful of air as I struggle to catch my breath, my body still quivering from the force of my climax. My vision fills with black spots as light slowly filters back in.

I stare at Julian. Both of our chests are heaving as a mixture of satisfaction and hunger simmers right under the surface.

Licking my lips, a grin spreads across my face.

“More,” I beg in a demanding whisper.

A predatory glint shines in his eyes, pupils darkening with lust. “Fuck, you’re insatiable.”

Lowering his pants, he doesn’t waste any time.

In a second I’m being lifted by my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist, and then he’s inside of me in one powerful thrust.

Pressing me hard against the cold window, he steals the satisfaction he gave me earlier, with his fingers.

I’m deprived now, stripped bare of any relief.

I need more. I want more.

“So wet for me,” Julian growls, and I moan in response.

I’m more than just wet for him. I’mhis.

I urge him deeper, moving my hips in sync with his thrusts. I wish he would untie me so I could make him mine too.

“Anyone could see how much you want this,” he teases, reminding me of the window. Of the spectacle we’re making of ourselves. “You’re dripping for me, Aurelia.”

Hearing my name leave his lips is almost overwhelming. The back and forth of his teeth and his tongue as he nibbles on my jaw fuels my desire. But it’s the thought of someone possibly watching us from outside that really does it for me.

I clench my fingers around the restraints binding my wrists, wishing it were his skin instead, dreaming of my nails digging into his back, scratching him until they draw blood.

But I can’t, so I bite his lower lip. Hard. Until themetallic taste of blood shakes my senses. I lick the crimson droplets away, savoring the taste before pulling him into a heated kiss.

The sound of his groans mixes with the thudding noise of my body as it gets pushed back and forth into the window. His hands part my ass with each thrust, slamming harshly into me.

Then I feel his thumb tracing over my puckered hole, and my breathing urges him forward. I want him to touch me there, to mark something never touched by anyone else as his. Adrian never did, and I was too self-conscious to ever ask him.

Julian puts pressure over it with his thumb and shivers rush down my spine, leaving me craving for more. Then he smears my wetness over the area, and I feel the heat flush over my face before he pushes his thumb inside.

I gasp. Every thought leaves my mind at the searing pleasure.

“God, you’re so tight,” he breathes out. His pupils dilate. He quickens his thrusts before groaning, “This is mine.” Then he pushes his thumb inside, eliciting a whimper out of me. “My brother may have taken your virginity, but this ... this is all mine.”

He starts to move his thumb in and out, burning me in the process, until the pressure from his finger hits the pressure from his dick, making me see stars.