Page 29 of Julian Shared
Playing with myself? Being a greedy thing and taking two toys at once?
My cheeks burn. My thighs tremble.
I'm so hard it hurts.
My hole clenches down around the ruthless ramming of the dildo. I feel…taken. And used. I rock back and forth on it, still down on my knees as I struggle to maintain that position. Fantasy and memories mix together. Is this really what I wanted all along when I used to hook up with strangers at the club?
I used to blow one or two or even three different guys in one night. Yet it still left me hungry. Joel was the only man who’d ever been able to tame me. But before I found the one and only man for me, maybe I was…maybe I was just waiting for more to happen to me.
In the safety of my mind, I let my imagination conjure up all sorts of dark and dirty things.
I pretend I don't know who the strange man is behind me. He's nobody. He's nothing. He's just a cock using me like I'm a piece of meat.
Like I'm a hole my husband has laid out as a welcome mat.
Not just with his permission, but under his command.
I'm being fucked because Joel wants it. Wants to see it, watch it. To see me choke on his dick while someone else fucks me. Joel is there, so I'm protected, but other than that…I'm utterly at the mercy of this stranger’s whims.
I’m lost in that dirty-wrong-fantastic fantasy.
I cry out, my cock leaking as I rut backward. Eager. Greedy. Shameless. I desperately try to pleasure something that'll never know satisfaction. Again and again, I’m stuffed full and fucked into submission.
The toy in my mouth finally slips free and drops lifelessly on the bed. I don’t bother chasing after it. My lips part as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through my body. The fake cock in my ass pounds directly against my prostate.
"Ah!" I cry out again. And again.
I'm close. I'm so close. I'm going to come without touching myself. With only the toy ramming in and out of me.
And that's when my phone rings.
My phone has charged itself and turned back on. I try to ignore it, but when it keeps on ringing, I rip off my sleep mask and glance over at the screen. Oh, no. It’s Joel. I reach behind me and turn off the toy.
The sudden silence that engulfs the room is deafening.
"Yes?" I answer my phone. Oh, fuck. I sound…well, I found like I’ve just been fucked. "Hi. Is-is everything all right, dear?"
This is an odd time for Joel to call. It can’t have been that long, right? Though from the way my ass is aching, I’m starting to think I’ve been edging myself and playing far longer than I’ve realized. I must have lost track of time.
"Uh-huh, is everything all right with you?" he counters easily. "You don't sound right. You trying to take up jogging again? Stick with your yoga, that's what you like best."
"What? No, it's not that. I'm not exercising. I'm..."
I can’t bear to admit it. I swallow hard and glance down at myself. My brain is so scrambled and somehow I'm still turned on. I glance down at myself. A bead of pearly white eases out of the tip of my throbbing dick, dripping past the bulging veins of my shaft.
I don't want to lie to Joel.
But I can't tell him the truth.
I say nothing and continue panting. I’m too horny to control myself. I nudge my ass back against the lifeless dildo. I let the head tease my rim before it slips inside. Nice and easy. I’m so wet from the lube and stretched out.
A little moan escapes my lips.
"Oh." Joel's put the pieces together. "Well, you wait just as you are. Hold on.”
The line goes silent for a long, tense moment. I let out a little whimper.
"There we go. This is better. I can talk freely now. Tell me more, Julian."
