Chapter 187

Julie’s Point of View

He began to massage my clitoris with very light circular motions, barely touching it, which made my body writhe under the weight of an unbearable, delicious tickling. I was gripping the bedsheets tightly, my breath coming in ragged exhales. "Robert... please... I feel something strange..."

He laughed gruffly seeing my reaction, then descended with his head toward the lower part of my body. I felt his hot breath hitting my pussy area, causing me to shiver violently.

Suddenly, I felt his wet tongue touch that sensitive part. I screamed with a muffled voice and involuntarily lifted my waist off the bed. He was licking me greedily, pushing his tongue inside then coming out to tease the clitoris with quick, strong strokes. Damn it, what is this!

My fluids were flowing abundantly under the influence of his expert tongue, and I felt electricity running through every cell of my body. I could no longer see anything before me except white flashes from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

Suddenly, he thrust one finger very slowly into my narrow opening; he was trying to stretch me, moving carefully to avoid hurting me, while his thumb continued to rub my clitoris madly.

I began to feel waves of tremors hitting the bottom of my womb, as if something was about to explode inside me. I reached up to grab his thick black hair, pulling him toward me as I begged him without words to end this beautiful torture.

His stimulations had brought me to the edge of the abyss, and my body had become fully prepared, trembling and demanding to be filled by his dick, to end the journey of virginity and begin the journey of the woman who would carry his mark forever.

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Robert’s Point of View 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Her ragged breath hit my face, and the scent of vanilla and oud emanating from her body attacked my senses, making me lose control. Julie this girl I tried to convince myself was just a little virgin I didn’t care about was now writhing beneath me like a sexy kitten, her pure white body trembling in anticipation of my touch.

I contemplated her features, drenched in pleasure, and felt my dick pulsing with a painful hardness inside my pants, demanding release and penetration. But I curbed my desire; I wanted to make her taste the torture of ecstasy first.

I wanted to make her memorize the feel of my hand on every inch of her skin. I wanted to teach her how impossible it would be to forget me.

I ran my rough hand over her slim waist, then moved up to gently squeeze her breast, trying to wedge the hardened nipple between my fingers.

Her gasps set the fire in my blood ablaze. I leaned down to kiss her neck violently, burying my teeth lightly into her delicate skin, while my other hand went down to rest over her pussy, which was pulsing with heat beneath my palm.

I began to massage her clitoris with my thumb in quick, calculated circular motions. I felt her sticky wetness covering my fingers; she was drowned in her desire, and this sight made me smile in victory.

I didn’t stop there; I began to rub her delicate labia slowly, parting them to reveal her narrow, congested entrance.

I was wrong when I thought I could maintain my composure in front of her. Damn it, the view between her legs was enough to make the toughest men in New York lose their minds.

Her pussy looked like a tender piece of pink flesh, completely drenched in her wetness that glistened like oil under the light.

Her labia were clearly swollen and flushed, parting and closing involuntarily as if they were breathing as if this cursed pussy possessed a mind of its own, demanding my dick to silence it. Her clitoris was prominent, congested like a small, hard cherry, pulsing madly with every gasp that left her chest.

"Damn it, Julie... look how you’re salivating for me," I growled from deep in my chest while rubbing her labia with my thumb, letting her wetness stain my entire hand.

It wasn’t just an opening; it was a black hole of pure pleasure. The blatant scent of her feminine sex attacked my nose, mixed with the strong perfume she wore, waking my animal instinct.

I suddenly thrust my finger into her narrow opening, and I felt a suffocating heat, as if I were putting my hand into a burning furnace. Her vaginal walls were smooth as silk but incredibly tight, squeezing my finger with a force that made me imagine how it would feel for a dick to tear through this tightness.

She was secreting abundantly, and her fluids began to run down her anus and thighs, making the entire area slippery, exciting, and seductive.

Damn it, I’ve never seen a pussy this beautiful and this full of desire. I began to toy with her clitoris ruthlessly, crushing it under my thumb while thrusting two fingers inside her very slowly and carefully, then pulling them out, enjoying the "squelching" sound of my fingers rubbing against her wetness a sound that was more rhythmic to my ears than any music in the world.

"Look at me, Julie," I commanded in a thick voice.

She opened her hazy eyes in a daze, and I held up my hand, wet with her fluids, before her face. Then, I put my finger in my mouth to taste her right before her eyes. I saw her pupils dilate in shock and arousal. I moved my body back down and pushed my head between her wide-spread legs; I just wanted to make her scream my name as she reached her peak.

I grabbed her thighs and pinned them over my shoulders, then began to lick her clitoris with powerful strokes of my tongue, sucking it at times and teasing it with the tip of my tongue at others. She was writhing madly, hitting her head against the pillow and moaning with a voice that shattered the room’s silence.

I could feel her uterine contractions against my face, and I knew she was on the verge of exploding. This scene alone was enough to bring me to the height of my arousal, relishing her weakness before me before I decided to grant her the ending she craved.