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CHAPTER NINE

Lainey

I feel weightless in Julian’s big muscular arms as he carries me to the black leather chair like I weigh nothing. He’s so strong. So powerful. I never thought I’d be so turned on by such a rugged, manly man, but here we are.

“You’re the one for me, Lainey,” he says, possession emanating from those sexy brown eyes as he looks down at me. “I’m never letting you go, girl.”

“Good,” I say as I wrap my arm around his neck and tilt my head up.

He kisses me so good my toes curl.

My body is humming as he lowers me onto the chair, kissing my face and neck. My nipples are aching. My pussy is on fire .

I want to see him without clothes on again. I want to see that big sexy chest and those beautiful tattooed arms. I want to feel his strength. I want to feel his weight pressing down on me. I’m craving it all over .

“Take it off,” I gasp between kisses as I pull and tug on his shirt.

He leans back with a low growl and yanks his shirt off in one smooth motion.

I gasp as I look up at his towering torso, thick with muscle and decorated in beautiful ink.

My hands are trembling as I reach up and touch his hard chest. I can feel his heart pounding back there. It’s almost beating as hard as mine is.

“You’re so sexy,” I whisper as I drag my hand down the ridges on his stomach.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, drinking me in with those lustful brown eyes. I love the way he looks at me. It’s like he can’t get enough no matter how long he stares. I’ve never felt so desired in all my life.

My breath shudders as I feel the heat of his body under my fingertips. Julian watches me, his dark eyes burning, his chest rising and falling like he’s barely restraining himself.

His cock is rock hard. It’s right in front of my face, pushing against the inside of his jeans, thick and long. My mouth waters as I stare at it.

“ Fuck ,” he growls as he watches me staring at it. “Touch it, angel.”

I shiver as I slide my hand down his thick hard shaft. He lets out a primal groan that makes my pussy clench.

I’m going to do it. I’m going to slide him into my mouth. I don’t know how to get him off, but I’m going to try.

I undo his belt with shaky hands, pulling it free before flicking open the button of his jeans. He’s breathing so heavily as I slide the zipper down, anticipation thick in the air. He lets me take my time, lets me peel the thick fabric down his muscular thighs, revealing black boxer briefs stretched tight over a long, hard erection that makes me forget how to breathe.

My eyes flick up to his as I run my palm over his throbbing shaft, this time with no thick jeans between us. Just thin cotton. His breath hisses through his teeth and he sinks his hands into my hair. I can tell he’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle even though I’m making it hard for him.

I love how much I affect him. I love knowing this powerful, dominant man is at my mercy right now.

“Take it out,” he growls, his voice thick with need.

I slide my fingers under his waistband and tug his boxer briefs down. His cock springs free, hard and thick. His swollen head is already glistening with pre-cum. I swallow hard, mesmerized as I stare at it up close.

“You’re so big,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his huge cock.

He groans as I stroke him slowly, testing it out, feeling the power of him in my hand. His muscles ripple as he grips my head a little harder, watching me with barely restrained hunger.

I bite my lip, then lower my mouth, dragging my tongue over his thick head, tasting him. His whole body shudders. I love it.

“Fuck, Lainey,” he growls as he watches me give a blow job for the first time. I slide my tongue from the base of his cock up to the very tip, moaning at the taste of his pre-cum.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Now put it in your mouth.”

I part my lips and take him in, hollowing my cheeks as I suck his cock, forcing him in as far as I can. His pre-cum drags along my tongue—salty, masculine, intoxicating. So fucking perfect. His muscular thighs tense as I grip him hard with my hand, stroking what I can’t fit into my mouth.

“ Yes ,” he rasps, his voice tight with restraint.

It may be my imagination, but I think I can hear a low growling as if his inner bear is enjoying this as much as he is.

My neck tingles like it’s demanding to be marked. I try not to focus on the needy feeling under my ear and instead just focus on the big hard cock sliding between my lips.

I swirl my tongue around his massive head, teasing and tasting. His fingers tighten in my hair as I take him in deeper, letting his shaft slide back and forth against my tongue. My lips are stretched wide around his thick cock and my jaw is starting to ache from his tremendous size.

He lets out a primal groan, and I feel the ache deep inside me.

I move faster, sucking him in deeper, pushing him to the back of my throat, moaning as I take every thick inch. His hips jerk, and his growl turns feral.

“Goddamn, Lainey,” he growls. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

I want to feel it. I want to know what it’s like to have this man lose all control. What it’s like to have him cumming deep in my mouth.

My hand moves faster along his shaft. I squeeze tighter. I pick up the pace, bobbing my head and working him harder, sucking him deeper, loving the way his cock keeps pulsing against my tongue.

My jaw aches and my hands cramp up, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

He’s so big. So thick . I love the way he fills my mouth. I love the way his fingers tighten in my hair. The sexy carnal sounds he makes are so raw and erotic. They make my pussy drip with need. I love the way he’s barely holding himself together because of me.

He grabs a fistful of my hair without thinking, but then when he realizes how hard he’s gripping me, he lets go and yanks his hand away like he just touched a hot stove.

It’s so sweet how he doesn’t want to hurt me, but I kind of like the roughness. I like the feeling of him losing control. It’s such a turn on.

His breathing turns ragged as I suck him off harder. His muscles tremble. I know he’s close. I want to taste him. I want to push him over the edge.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he warns, his voice guttural and desperate.

I don’t stop. I take him in deeper, my throat burning as I suck him hard. His massive body goes rigid in front of my eyes. His tattooed muscles flex. A deep growl rips from his throat as his cock pulses and he cums in my mouth. I whimper as hot cum surges all over my tongue.

Yes… Fuck, yes…

I swallow him down with a slutty moan, taking every drop, my body humming with satisfaction. He groans as his strong hands gently cradle my cheeks, watching me with those dark, hungry eyes.

“That’s my mate,” he whispers, his voice rough, but at the same time, it’s filled with adoration and admiration. “You’re perfect, Lainey.”

I pull him out of my mouth with a soft pop, licking my lips as I look up at him, feeling powerful, feeling wanted, feeling utterly his.

I let go of his dick and lean back in the chair, my wet pussy aching as I look up at the tattooed god in front of me.

His hungry green eyes slowly slide down my body and linger on my pussy. I whimper as he steps forward and drops to his knees.

My cheeks burn, heat spreading through me as he hovers dangerously close to my most intimate area. No one has ever seen it or touched it before, and I can tell he’s about to do both. Nothing—not even an army—could stop this man from claiming what’s already his.

His breathing is ragged. His muscles are coiled so tightly he looks like he’s seconds away from losing control.

I perk up in the seat, but he pushes me back down, his lustful eyes on my hips.

His big hands tremble as they unbuckle my belt and pull my zipper down. I’m breathing short raspy breaths as he gently pulls my jeans down my thighs and off my feet. He tosses them behind him as his lustful eyes focus on my panties.

They’re wet. I know they are. I can feel it.

“ Fuck ,” he whispers as his strong hands settle on my knees, spreading my thighs apart. He inhales long and hard through his nose, and I know he’s smelling my arousal. I can see it in his eyes.

There’s a battle going on inside him—the primal need to claim me fighting against the restraint he’s barely managing to hold onto.

The primal part almost wins when I feel his hands squeezing my knees.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growls, his voice rough and urgent. “Fuck, Lainey. I don’t know how to be gentle when all I want is to devour you.”

My breath stutters at his words, my nipples tightening, my pussy aching. “You don’t have to be so gentle,” I whisper, my voice shaking with need.

His eyes darken as he looks at me. “Oh yeah? You want me to devour this pretty little pussy? Because that’s exactly what I’m about to do, sweet girl. I’ve been holding back, but your sexy body is making it really fucking hard to control myself.”

A shiver rolls down my spine as I watch him. I want him to lose all control. I want his lustful side to win.

Maybe this will help…

I sit up and pull my shirt off. His hungry eyes darken as I reach behind my back, flick the little hooks on my bra, and take it off, letting my breasts tumble free.

He growls as he grabs them in his strong hands, massaging and kneading like he’s been starving for this moment. His thumbs flick over my hard nipples, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“So pink and perfect,” he rasps before lowering his mouth. That hot tongue slides over my hard tingling nipples one at a time while I gasp for air.

It feels so good. His mouth is heavenly.

He spends some time exploring my naked breasts, but when I get wetter and wetter, the scent is too alluring for him and he turns back to my pussy .

My thighs tense under his grip as he spreads my legs open, his eyes locked on the damp fabric of my panties. He groans—a deep, hungry sound—before he leans in and drags his tongue up my throbbing sex.

It’s over my panties, but I still scream out from the pleasure. It’s so intense .

“ Mmmmm ,” he moans as he slides his finger into the band near my thigh. He pulls my panties to the side, revealing everything I’ve kept safe and untouched for him.

My heart pounds like a drum as I watch him stare at my naked pussy. He looks mesmerized by it like he’s never seen anything so alluring.

“ Fuck ,” he growls. The heat of his breath on my hot sex makes me cry out and makes my back arch. “So nice and wet for me. You want me to taste this sweet little pussy, don’t you?”

“ Yes ,” I whimper, gripping the arms of the chair. I need it.

He tortures me, just watching with that hungry gaze as I squirm on the chair, desperately needing to be touched.

I reach down to touch myself, but he grabs my wrist and guides my hand away.

“No, no, no,” he says with a grin. “This is my job.”

“Then do it,” I beg, unable to hide my desperation.

He grins as a low, possessive growl rumbles out of his chest. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I scream out as he dives in, his hot tongue plunging deep into my virgin hole.

My legs tremble as he devours me, licking every inch of my aching pussy with hot, slow, strong licks of his perfect tongue.

Moan after moan pours from my lips as he feasts on me like a starved man, his tongue ruthless, his grip unyielding. My fingers dig into the leather chair. My hips roll. My back arches. I squeeze his head with my thighs whenever he hits a spot so sensitive I can’t take it.

I feel like I’m going to combust. I feel like I’m falling. I feel like I’ve unearthed a new height of pleasure that I didn’t know my body was capable of.

He flicks his tongue on my throbbing clit, sending vibrations shooting straight to my core, making me scream out, making me shake.

“You taste like heaven, sweet girl,” he growls on my pussy between heavy licks. He circles my clit with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

I’m gonna cum…

“You were made for this,” he says, his deep growly voice so fucking raw and sexy. “You were made for your man. This juicy little cunt was made for me .”

I know it was. I’m his… I’ve always been his…

My body shakes and convulses on the chair as he spreads my legs wider and pushes his tongue in deeper. Just when I think it can’t get any more intense, it does. He keeps bringing me to new levels.

The pleasure is overwhelming. My body is burning, trembling, unraveling beneath his skilled mouth.

I can’t take it. I can’t hold back.

I’m close… So close…

“Cum for me, angel,” he growls, my wetness covering his mouth. “Let me taste your cream.”

I unravel.

I shatter, crying out as pleasure crashes over me in waves, leaving me breathless, ruined, and completely his.