The words visibly startled her, but then her lips curved, and she answered him in a voice that was breathless and husky at the same time—-
"Am I?"
Her voice was like sex in aural form; it robbed him of speech, and all he could do was look at her hungrily. It had Fleur laughing ever so softly...until of course his hands engulfed her breasts and tightened, and her laugh right away turned into a moan.
"Say you're fucking mine." He fondled her breasts as he gritted the words out, and he could feel more juices dripping out of her drenched pussy as she began to rub herself faster over his pulsing cock.
"Julian..."
His control, which was barely there to begin with, shattered upon hearing her whimper his name, and he pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out as her back arched.
"Say it!"
"I'm yours," Fleur finally gasped.
"Then fuck me."
The words had her moaning, and he pinched her nipples harder.
"Fuck me, Fleur."
Julian's words had her inner slut swooning, swirling, and pole-dancing naked in her mind. Fleur had hoped to tease him until he was out of her mind with lust, but the moment she heard him say her name, the tables had instantly turned, and now...
"Oh God, Julian..."
She could only moan the words out as she slowly impaled herself on his thrillingly huge cock, and her inner slut reveled at that oh-so-good sensation of being so impossibly...stuffed. He was just so incredibly thick that she could feel the sheer width of his cock forcing the walls of her pussy to stretch open, and just as incredibly long that this early her head was already spinning at how amazingly deep he was inside of her.
It astounded, aroused, and humbled her, this magic of having their bodies joined so intimately, and as Fleur pulled herself up, she could no longer resist letting her gaze stray down so she could watch her body slowly take him back in...just watch his cock sheathe itself inside of her moist, sensitive core, inch by exquisite inch...until he was once again embedded deep within her pussy.
Magic, she thought dizzily.
Sex with her devilishly hot Russian was like pure magic, and even though she knew it was super bad to compare...
Her inner slut had never been the type to play by the rules, and for just one second, it reared its troublesome horns out and taunted Fleur to imagine.
Could she picture herself doing this with Philippe DeRose?
And the answer to this was instantaneous.
Yes, she certainly could.
She could picture herself doing it.
But no, she couldn't even begin to imagine herself experiencing the same magic with Philippe or any other man.
This magic, Fleur could only think helplessly as her body started moving on its own, this magic could only be with Julian alone...
Because she loved him.
The thought made her seek his gaze unconsciously, and Fleur found Julian already staring at her with the sexiest and cockiest smirk playing on his too-beautiful lips.
"Did it turn you on, milaya?"
Julian was purring, and the sound made her whimper. It had been a while since she last heard him purr, and she had this feeling it was because Julian had long figured out she was powerless against this tone of his.
"Did you enjoy watching your small pussy take in such a big, hard dick?"
It took her an extra moment to realize what he was saying, and she could only whimper when the words finally sank in.
"Did it?"
The glitter in his gaze burned hotter, and all Fleur could do was sob out a reply. "Yes."
"How surprising."
He was purring again, and Fleur was slowly losing her mind, her brains once again turning into mush and all she could think about now was his dick, which now felt even bigger and harder inside of her.
"I didn't know you were such a dirty little flower."
Fleur had never thought she would love hearing herself described as dirty, but she did, oh God. She so did, and all she could do now was hold on to his massive shoulders—-
"Can you show me how dirty you are, Fleur?"
The question made her inner slut go crazy, and although she couldn't answer him in words, her body was already doing its best to respond.
Yes, yes, yes!
Her hips began moving faster and faster—-
I can be the dirtiest little thing you can imagine!
Until Fleur was practically bouncing up and down his cock—-
I'll be your every dirty fantasy come to life—-
And she found herself reaching for his head so she could pull it down and have him drown between the aching swollen flesh of her tits—-
Because I love you!
Her inner muscles squeezed his cock one last time before pleasure burst out of her, and she vaguely heard Julian groan just before he followed right behind her, his orgasm thundering through her secret channels, and she could only moan at the forceful rush of heat that was now swiftly filling her up.