Chapter 145: Chapter 145- Melting [18+]
Julian didn’t let up, driving into Veronica with deep, purposeful thrusts that made her gasp and cry out. Between ragged breaths, he whispered dirty, encouraging words in her ear. "You take me so well... feels so good inside you... gonna fill you up..."
Veronica’s moans grew more desperate, her body tightening around him. "Julian... anhh...yes... don’t stop!" she begged, her nails digging into his back.
Feeling her climax building, Julian intensified his movements, pushing her over the edge. With a sharp, trembling cry, Veronica came, her body shaking with ecstasy as she climaxed around him.
That was all it took to push Julian over the edge too. With a low, guttural groan, he released deep inside her, his warmth spreading through her as he emptied himself into her womb. Veronica shuddered beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Once they’d both caught their breath, Julian slowly pulled out and turned to Clarissa, who had been watching with a hungry, approving smile. Without a word, he moved between her legs and entered her in one smooth, confident motion.
Clarissa let out a satisfied sigh, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Took you long enough," she teased, already moving her hips to meet his thrusts.
Julian smirked down at Clarissa, his eyes dark with desire. "You know I always save the best for you," he replied, his voice a low, teasing rumble.
He began moving his hips, setting a rhythm that was both deep and demanding. Clarissa moaned loudly, her head falling back against the pillows as pleasure coursed through her. "Haannh...mnna..right there... don’t stop," she begged, her fingers gripping his shoulders.
Julian’s hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve. He cupped her beautiful breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples until she gasped. Then he lowered his head, kissing and nibbling her neck before moving to her ear. He whispered filthy, sweet things against her skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down her spine.
Clarissa writhed beneath him, her sensitivity skyrocketing. "Hnmhh..ahh..Julian... I’m close..." she panted, her voice trembling.
Feeling her tighten around him, Julian drove into her one last time, groaning as he released deep inside her. Warmth flooded her womb, and Clarissa cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, leaving her shaking and breathless with ecstasy.
After bringing Clarissa to a trembling finish, Julian turned his attention to Aya, who had been watching with barely contained anticipation. Her eyes were wide and pleading, her body visibly tense with need. Without a word, she opened her arms to him, and Julian moved between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance.
He pushed into her slowly, feeling her warmth envelop him once more. Aya gasped, her back arching as she took him in. Once he was fully sheathed, Julian leaned down close to her ear, his voice a low, husky whisper. "You’ve been so patient...and you’re always so tight for me... so perfect."
Aya blushed deeply at his dirty words, a mix of embarrassment and intense arousal washing over her. Her breath hitched as Julian’s hands found her large, sensitive breasts. He cupped them firmly, his thumbs circling her nipples before he lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
Aya cried out, her hips bucking against his. "Hnaa...Julian... mnhh..! Right there!" she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He continued to lavish attention on her breasts while his hips maintained a deep, steady rhythm. Soon, he could feel her tightening around him, her moans growing more frantic. "I’m close... nha...mnhh..!" she begged.
Julian increased his pace, driving into her with renewed intensity. "Cum with me, Aya," he growled against her skin.
With a shared cry, they reached their climax together. Julian poured his release into her, filling her womb completely, while Aya’s body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure leaving her sweaty, trembling, and utterly spent.
After sharing a tender, lingering kiss with Aya, Julian turned to Zoe, who was watching him with eager, anticipation-filled eyes. She was clearly ready for him again, her body language inviting and her expression full of desire. Without hesitation, Julian moved between her legs and guided himself into her wetness. There was no resistance, only a smooth, effortless glide as he entered her, her body welcoming him warmly.
As he began to move, he looked down at her with a gentle smile. "How was your first time?" he asked, his voice soft but curious.
Zoe blushed, but her eyes shone with happiness. "Nhh...It was... really enjoyable," she admitted shyly.
Julian smiled warmly. "That’s good," he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I’m glad."
Then, he began to explore her body with his hands, tracing the curves of her waist and hips before moving up to her small, perky breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp. Lowering his head, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
Zoe moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed. "Ahn! Julian... that feels so good...nhaa" she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets.
He continued to pleasure her with his mouth and hands, driving her closer and closer to the edge. When he could feel her tightening around him, he knew she was near her peak. With a few final, deep thrusts, he spilled himself inside her, filling her womb with his release.
Zoe climaxed with him, her body shaking with ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over her. She clung to him, breathless and overwhelmed, completely lost in the moment.
Julian gave Zoe one last soft kiss before slowly pulling out of her. He looked around the room at the women, Clarissa, Celestia, Veronica, Aya, and Zoe, all still basking in the afterglow of their pleasure, their bodies relaxed and satisfied. Yet, despite the intense encounters, his own desire was still burning fiercely, his erection standing firm and unsatisfied.
His eyes then drifted across the room to where Emma lay fast asleep on the sofa, her chest rising and falling in a steady, peaceful rhythm. She was completely unaware of the passionate scene that had just unfolded.
Driven by a mix of lingering lust and curiosity, Julian quietly approached her. He knelt beside the sofa, his movements silent and deliberate. With gentle hands, he began to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing more of her skin inch by inch. The air felt charged with tension, a blend of risk and excitement.
Julian’s eyes lingered on Emma’s lace bra, and with careful, deliberate fingers, he unhooked it, letting it fall open to reveal her small, perfect breasts. Her skin was smooth and pale in the dim light, and he couldn’t resist brushing his thumb gently over one nipple, watching as it hardened under his touch.
He then moved lower, slowly pulling down her shorts and panties until she was completely exposed to him. His breath caught at the sight, she was beautiful, innocent, and utterly vulnerable in her sleep.
Unable to resist, he lowered his face between her legs, his tongue tracing a slow, teasing path along her folds. She was already slightly wet, either from sleep or subconscious arousal, and he tasted her deeply, licking and sucking with growing hunger.
Emma began to stir, a soft moan escaping her lips as pleasure pulled her from her dreams. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused at first, then widening in shock and arousal as she realized what was happening. "Julian...?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
But instead of pushing him away, her hips lifted slightly, inviting him to continue. Another moan, louder this time, slipped out. "Julian...ahn.. oh..." she breathed, tangling her fingers in his hair as he devoured her.
Julian continued to pleasure Emma with his mouth, his tongue exploring her with slow, deliberate strokes until she was writhing beneath him, her breath coming in soft, desperate gasps. When he finally pulled away, he looked into her eyes, his own dark with desire and affection.
"I’m going to enter you now," he whispered, his voice low and gentle but filled with unmistakable need.
Emma, still floating in a haze of pleasure, nodded eagerly. "Yes... please," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
With her consent, Julian positioned himself at her entrance and slowly, carefully pushed inside. Emma gasped as he filled her, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort flashing across her face before melting into pure ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as she moaned softly against his shoulder.
Julian began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust drawing soft, pleasure-filled moans from Emma. She arched beneath him, her fingers digging into his back as she surrendered to the sensation. He lowered his head, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone, making her gasp and shudder with each touch.
Between breathless moans, Emma managed to speak, her voice tinged with playful accusation. "Nhaa...why did you... ah... attack me so suddenly...nhh..?"
Julian paused for a moment, looking down at her with a teasing smile. "Do you not like it?" he asked, his voice low and intimate.
Emma’s blush deepened, but she met his gaze without hesitation. "No... I love it," she admitted, her voice soft but sincere.