Page 33 of Hotline
He grins.
"Because I am not cumming anywhere but inside that sweet little pussy."
Oh. I feel a fresh supply of juices dripping out of me.
"I like that answer," I whisper.
"Oh do you?"
He stands up and yanks his swim trunks down, then pulls me into his lap, my legs spread wide around his massive thighs.
"I can't believe you saved it for me," he says, then ravages my lips. "I was already gone for you, but now I feel like I could take on the fucking world."
"Let's focus on one thing at a time," I say, arching my back, making my pussy rub up against him.
"One thing at a time," he rasps, kissing the line of my jaw. "All of it leading up to getting your hot little body knocked up."
My head falls back and he kisses my throat.
"Is that part of your plan?" I mutter.
He slides his hand up the back of my head.
"The ultimate part." A growl rumbles through him. "Locking you down. Keeping you forever."
He squeezes my ass as our tongues tangle at an achingly slow pace. I moan against his lips, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. My juices are coating his cock like my body knows I need him in me.
"Ready to take this cock?"
"So ready," I say.
He teases my opening with the thick head, breaching slowly. My head falls back and he catches it, tangling his hand throughmy hair. Brightness burns inside me. He goes in another inch and I rock my hips until I slide all the way down.
"Oh my god," I gasp. "Julian."
"Opal." He cups my cheeks and looks into my eyes. "The only name I want to ever say again.Opal."
There's nothing more perfect than this very moment. Eyes locked, his thumb brushing against my cheek, my breasts pushed up against him, his cock deep inside me.
The fullness is insane. It's like he's everywhere. He yanks my bikini top off and starts licking and sucking my tits, grazing his teeth against my erect nipples, squeezing my ass as I ride him, our bodies slick with sweat and heat.
"It's yours forever," he whispers against my lips. "The only one. God. I can't get enough."
He handles me like my body belongs to him.
And he's right to think that. Because I do. I am his.
With languid motions I ride his cock, hands behind me, on his thighs, fingers squeezing.
The pressure inside me builds until I'm right on the razor's edge of complete bliss. Julian reaches down between us and rubs circles against my clit. His fingers lace through my hair as the release crests inside me, washing over me, hitting me in spots only he will ever know about.
"Fuck," he growls, "my beautiful angel."
He explodes inside me, planted to the hilt, and my collapsing walls compete with his growing thickness. There's clenching and pulsing and the warm sensation of his cum splashing and coating my insides.
"Babe," I pant, forehead slick with sweat, a symphony of angels singing inside my soul.
Julian kisses up and down my throat. He pulls away, a satisfied grin stretching across his lips as pure contentment settles inside me.
