Page 8 of Our Unexpected Beginning
Julia placed her hands against the wall, arching her back, and pressed her ass against his spit-slicked cock. He grabbed her thigh and pulled her legs open, bending his knees and angling himself inside her.
They groaned; his hand sought hers and she twined her fingers with his. Panting they began to rock together, the meeting of their hips beat a tempo into their small space. The wet slapping of flesh was obscene and only spurred her on.
His breath, hot and heavy against her ear, sent shivers down her spine. “You want this, don’t you?” he whispered harshly, the grit in his voice sending a shiver of arousal through her.
Julia couldn’t deny it. She needed this. Needed the roughness, the dominance, the release of surrender. Her body responded to his every command, her hips accelerating their rhythm, meeting him stroke for stroke.
His grip tightened on her thigh as he thrust into her, and she could feel his heart pounding against her back. She could hear it in the rhythmic slaps of their bodies colliding, a primal beat that resonated with her own.
She blindly clawed at the glass wall, unable to escape his punishing thrusts. He began to lift her off her toes, effectively impaling her onto him and filling her painfully full. She ached for that pain and craved everything Graham gave her.
Julia whined with every thrust, her core ached and her pussy was swollen from his stimulation.
“That’s a good girl. Relax, are you worried someone will see us? It’s a little late to worry about being seen. It doesn’t matter.” He pressed his mouth against her ear. “Let them see how I make you bounce on my cock Jules. C’mon, be Daddy’s good little slut.”
Julia shuddered a moan against her arm, hiding her face against the wall.
“No you don’t. Don’t hide from me. Rock that ass back, Julia. I won’t tell you again. Take. My. Fucking. Cock.”
She gasped, crying out as he pushed himself to the hilt. His groin pressed against her sensitive asscheeks.
“Harder,” she whispered, her voice shaking ever so slightly. “I need you harder.”
He compiled without hesitation, his thrusts becoming rougher, more desperate. “You begged for it.” The room was filled with the sounds of their union, the wet smacks of skin meeting skin, the gasps and pants of their uncontrolled breathing. Julia’s nails dug into Graham’s hand for support and stability as they both neared their climax.
“Sir…” she begged, her clit throbbing.
Julia had been teased long enough and she needed to fall off that blissful edge.
“You need to come?”
He thrust harder, his breath hot against her ear as he grunted out her name. Julia bit her lip, pushing herself even more into his rhythm. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, every fiber of her being attuned to the pleasure he gave.
Graham reached down and brushed the tangled mess of her hair away from her face. Graham’s eyes locked onto hers, and he whispered hoarsely, “You’re mine, Julia. All mine.”
“Yes, yes.”
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, “come for me.”
She whined his name, her heart pounding in her chest. Graham’s thrusts grew more frantic, the desperation to reach the finish line overwhelming. Julia’s nails dug deeper into his hand, her gasps more feral and raw.
Graham groaned, his grip on her thigh tightening. “Give it to me. Let it all go.”
Julia cried out as her orgasm surged through her, shaking her to her core. Her pussy clenched around Graham’s cock, milking him as she came hard against him. Her eyes locked onto his as she rode out the waves of pleasure washing over her.
“Fuck, fuck, baby. Fuck, take my cum!” he grit into her ear, his body shaking against hers. She trembled beneath him. “That’s it, milk my cock. Take all my fucking cum, Julia.”
“Yes, thank you, Sir,” she whined, rocking her hips against his and taking every last drop he offered.
Graham wrapped his arms around her, holding her waist and cradling her head against his chest. Their heavy breathing synced and began to slow with the gentle stroking of her hair and the rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear.
Julia rested her weight against Graham’s chest, her head feeling floaty after he nearly impaled her through a glass wall with his cock.
“You with me, kitten?” Julia felt his lips brush against her temple, resting his lips to feel the heat of her skin.
She nodded and mumbled. “Brains screwed.”
“Then I’ve done my job.”
