Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Julie wiped the sweat across her forehead and said to her, “Your stamina is so weak, but don’t worry time is all we have tonight,” His expression held dark promises of what was to come.
“Oh God,”
The third point of view:
Steamy scene ahead
Anabelle felt her vision swirl when Julie picked her off the ground and walked over to the bed in a flash where he dumped her. She bounced on the bed.
And then, without breathing space, he was on top of her. Anabelle brought up her hands and tried to place them on his chest to create some space between them, she couldn’t take it anymore. However, he simply took her hands and pinned them back to the bed while her breath came out rapidly.
“Running, are we?” Julie grinned at her wickedly before he dry-humped her, causing her to gasp loudly.
Anabelle thought she was satiated but her pounding clit said otherwise and she was craving for him all over again. Unlike her who was bare downwards, Julie still had his pants on and the friction did good work at teasing her.
“Julie,” Anabelle moaned, her back arching off the bed but Julie pushed her back down as he continuously grind against her..
Somehow she was able to release her hands and they dug into his hair and grabbed a fistful of it while he worked her. This was heaven and she didn’t want to return to earth anytime soon. Anabelle’s eyes go unfocused as all of her attention concentrates on the throb between her legs. Her breathing redoubles as she feels herself nearing the edge and she moans loudly, her hands digging into his back as the pleasure crashes through her.
Anabelle fell limp on the bed, she was satiated like a cat who was just fed milk. She peered up at Julie whose gaze had darkened and he didn’t look like he was close to stopping.
Oh God, what had she done? Anabelle knew she said she wanted to be with him physically and emotionally, but she never asked to be killed with sex.
“So?” Julie’s brows raised at her daringly, “Can your crush please you like this?”
Anabelle didn’t speak, she was too tired to speak. Moreover, what does he want her to say anyway? He just wanted her to stroke his male ego. So she remained silent.
However, Anabelle never expected Julie to raise his hand and spank her on the butt. Although she was feeling drowsy, that single action drove sleep away from her eyes. What the hell? This was the first time Julie was being this rough with her. And to be honest, she liked it.
“W-what?” she stuttered, having not gotten his question.
“Can you crush please you as I please you?” Julie asked, his eyes fixed on her and watching her reaction. His gaze was dark and calculating like an eagle ready to pick its prey once it made the wrong move. It made her shudder not in fear, but lust. It turned her on. However, she knew not to push his button.
“Of course not,” Anabelle breathed out heavily. Ever since they got into this room, she hadn’t been able to breathe normally. Julie was fucking with her body, mind, and air.
“Hmm, really?” Julie said and raised one of her legs as he began to trail kisses down her leg.
She trembled.
He then licked back to her foot and then one after the other began to suck her toes. Anabelle giggled as his actions brought on a tickling sensation. She never knew Julie had a foot fetish until now.
Although it was ticklish at the beginning, the more Julie licked and sucked on her toes became erotic. If anything, the way Julie looked at her as he sucked on her toes was enough to make her come. And God, she was wet. She wondered how many orgasms she would have. Would they even sleep tonight? How would she meet up with her appointments..ah right, she was rescheduling.
“Yes,” Annabelle writhed on the bed as he expanded his exploration to her thighs, the smell of her sex wafting into his nose. Anabelle’s eyes fluttered close, he was driving her crazy.
Then he covered the length of her body and claimed her lips, plunging his tongue into her open, willing mouth, tangling it with hers.
“Your turn then,” Julie said to her suddenly.
“What?” Anabelle was dazed by the change of events.
“Prove yourself,” He smirked, shifting to the side of the bed and sat against the headboard as she got up.
Anabelle gulped yet there was a hint of excitement in her eyes, this was the moment she had been waiting for. She then climbed over Julie and straddled his waist, her sex pressed against his warm, strong abdomen.
However, Julie didn’t even react, rather he tilted his head as if to say, “Now what?”
Anabelle pressed her lips firmly together, she was going to slap that smile off his face. No, this was her time for vengeance, she would deal with him, in the same manner, he dealt with her.
Instead of Anabelle kissing him on the lips, she smirked and then lowered his head to his chest, and there ran her nails around his small nipples that became taut at once. She felt a slight reaction from Julie and was delighted.
She didn’t give up and continued to rub his nipples, pinching them slightly to cause him pain, only for her to rub her thumb across it in a circular motion. Julie’s breathing pattern changed, he was slightly panting. Guess he wasn’t so tough after all.
“Are you going to do that all night?” Julie asked her, pretending to be calm and indifferent to the feelings she elicited in him. However, Anabelle knew him well, and right now, he was bluffing.
She said confidently, “No, I was just waiting for the moment to do this,” She bent and took his nipples in her mouth, beginning to suck on it as her life depended on it.
“F*ck,” Julie cursed out loud. Anabelle was a little vixen and she was so good at it. His hands went to cup her ass from behind, but she grabbed his hands and pinned them back to the bed. Revenge was best served hot.
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The third point of view:
Steamy scene ahead
Julie closed his eyes, breathing deeply as Anabelle redoubled his effort to make him lose control. He knew he could easily move his hands from her grip, he let her be. He was giving her equal rights to pleasing each other.
He moaned when she took his nipple in between her teeth and bit him, immediately sucking on it. While her tongue and teeth worked on his nipple, she grind against him, taking her pleasure from him as well and all he wanted from that moment, was to push her back on the bed and drive deep into her. But this wasn’t the time. Patience, he growled inwardly.
Anabelle finally pulled away and then kissed him while his now free hands seeks her breast under her clothing. She slapped away from his hand and then glanced up at him,
“You want this?” Anabelle asked, pulling the shirt over her head, leaving only her bra on.
“Then, come and get it,” She said, kneading it.
And that was all the invitation Julie needed as he cups her breast that fits perfectly in his palms. There was a raw animalistic need in his eyes and Anabelle chuckled. Men since time have always been fascinated by the idea of a woman’s breast and Julie was no different.
His tongue traced the contour of her nipple through her bra and Anabelle gasped sharply. A shiver going down her spine as his tongue began to tease her.