She cried out, her hands resting on his chest.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me. I want to see you lose control.”
“I like you on top,” she said with a moan.
“Too bad. I’m the boss and in control.” He reached round behind her slapping her ass. She yelped, glaring at him. Then Heather smiled at him and squeezed her pu**y.
He growled, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her h*ps as he pulled her down, grinding their pelvises together.
Heather threw her head back on a gasp.
“I love your tits. They’re so full and bounce with every thrust of my cock.” He pushed his h*ps up. She saw him staring at her chest, the bounce of her br**sts capturing his attention.
She rode his c**k feeling him slide in and out of her body.
“So f**king beautiful.”
He touched her clit. She gasped, staring down at him.
“I want to see you lose control.” He fingered her pu**y. “Lick my fingers.” Julian pressed two fingers to her lips waiting for her to suck him into her mouth.
She licked his lips, moaning from the taste of her own cunt on his fingers. He pressed them to her slit, fingering her clit.
The smallest bit of pressure made her gasp, losing control of the rhythm she set up.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come.”
She shook her head trying to hold back her release. Julian was too talented. With four strokes of his fingers she was coming apart on top of him, her cl**ax running through every vein and sensory receptor throughout her whole body.
Her screams echoed off the walls. She clawed at his chest trying to find anything to hold onto.
She was falling. Opening her eyes she saw Julian on top. He had both of her legs over his shoulders while he pounded inside her pu**y.
The grip on her h*ps would leave bruises, she was sure of it. The pleasure was more intense than anything she’d felt.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
Heather gripped the rails at the top of the bed. She held on as he slammed inside her, pushing her to the limit. The pleasure bordered on pain from the press of his c**k against her cervix.
Julian thrust one final time inside her, the veins inside his neck popping out in clear view from the strain inside him. His c**k throbbed inside her.
His seed pulsed inside the condom he wore, and the grip on her h*ps tightened even further with his cl**ax.
Seconds later he collapsed on top of her. She held him close while the earth came into focus. He was heavy on top of her. She didn’t want him to move. She liked the feel of his weight on her.
For so long she’d dreamt about and imagined what it would be like to be with him in this way. The reality was so much better than all of her fantasies combined.
He shifted his weight off her. She gazed up into his eyes. What should she say?
Words failed her. Instead, she smiled at him.
“I’m going to get rid of the condom and take a quick shower. I’ll be back in a second.” He cupped her cheek.
“Is it all right if I go downstairs and get my phone?” she asked.
“Why do you want your phone?”
“To let my friends know I got here safely and you haven’t axe-murdered me in your home.”
Julian chuckled. “No problem. Be back soon.” He pulled out of her body making her wince. Before he left, he laid a kiss to her pu**y.
She smiled. Her cunt ached in the most delightful of ways. Heather watched him walk into the bathroom. She grabbed a robe then ran down the stairs to where her bag was by the front door.
Rummaging through her bag she saw seven missed calls, from all of her friends. She dialled Connie in the hope she’d be less judgmental.
“Thank God. Do you have any idea how worried we all were?” Connie asked. There was some commotion on the line, and then Ashley and Amber were complaining at her.
“I’m sorry, guys,” she said, cutting into their rants. “We got here, and he gave me a tour of the house. It really is amazing.”
“You could be dead right now. We always said we’d keep in touch when going to a guy’s house. You didn’t stick to our promise.” Amber kept complaining.
“Look, I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I’m fine, and everything is fine. It’s Julian Goff, and he’s no axe murderer. I’m fine.”
There was silence on the other end. She could almost see the glares shooting at the phone.
“Fine. Next time when you go home with a strange guy that we all haven’t met and you’re axe-murdered, don’t come blaming me,” Connie said.
“No problem.”
“So, the friend arguing is complete. Tell us the gory details. Does he have a hairy back? Does he have a big cock?” Ashley asked.
More mutters and the sound of a slap came over the phone.
“I’m not giving you too many details. Let’s just say he knows what to do with himself. He’s forty years old, and he knows how to make a woman scream.” She smiled remembering the way he worked her body.
There was a mirror by the drawer unit, and she gazed at her reflection. Her lips were swollen, and red marks covered her neck and chest. She opened the robe, exposing her body to the mirror. Her tits were red, the ni**les swollen. She was a woman who looked well f**ked.
“It was perfect,” she said.
Julian appeared behind her, his arms covering hers where she held the front of the robe open. He removed the robe in one quick movement.
“That’s better,” he said.
“Is that him?” Ashley asked. Heather gave a hum of conformation and approval. “He sounds f**king hot.”
He nibbled her neck cupping her br**sts in his hands. She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of him pulling her away from the mirror and leading her back upstairs.
“Can I have this?” he asked. He took the phone from her fingers. His other hand tweaked her ni**les between a finger and thumb. They were on the stairs on the way back up to his bedroom. “I know this is Heather’s friends. I’m about to take her and f**k her silly. She’ll call you in the morning, and she’s perfectly safe with me.” He pressed the phone to her ear. “Say goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
“Wait, he’s so f**king hot. You’re a lucky woman.” The phone cut out on whatever Ashley was going to say.
He lifted her in his arms. “I want you again, Heather.”
She shivered but held on as he took her to his bedroom.
Heather had no idea what the future held. All she knew was being with Julian was the best thing to happen to her.