“Obviously, I survived. Everything happened so quickly that a truck hit us from the side. The drunk driver had also died. And my parents were not answering my cries. I saw them die in front of me, drenched in blood. Can you imagine my mom was pregnant at that time? I passed out and awoke in a hospital room with a social worker waiting for me.”
“You were fostered,” Julian presumes.
“I did. Nerissa, the woman, took me in. She was Mom’s friend from the neighborhood. She found out what had happened and offered to help me. Leon, her son, was a different story.” I swallow dryly, remembering how terrified I used to be whenever he came home. “He’s my age, wasn’t always home, but whenever he was, it’s just chaotic. He took different girls at home, doing drugs and other things. He used to hurt Nerissa when he was high. I always went into my room and hid.”
Julian’s nostrils flare, and he clenches his fist. “Did he hurt you?”
“Once.” I sigh. “When I tried to defend Nerissa. She felt bad for me that she let me go that night. Since I was already working at a diner, she thought I’d survive.”
“Where did you live?” he chokes out.
“I slept in my dad’s old car and drove from place to place. I was afraid to be fostered by another family like Nerissa’s, so I didn’t seek help. All I had left were my clothes. Our home? Gone. Dad had mountains of debt, so I often had to hide...”
“God.” Julian springs to his feet and kneels in front of me. He cupped my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
Hearing the wretchedness in his voice makes my heart sink even deeper.
“Please don’t feel sorry for me. I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad for me.”
“I don’t, and I understand why you’re opening up. You were a very brave girl.”
I snivel. “I’m not finished yet.”
“All right, but tell me while I’m holding you.” He gently lifts me up, sits in my chair, and then grabs me to pull me into his lap. “Better?”
I hum in response and wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Have you ever wondered how you ended up liking someone like me?”
“Never. You’re a wonderful, beautiful, talented, and strong woman. What person wouldn’t want that?”
My cheeks flush, and the warmth spreads to my skin. “You’re flattering me. You see, I don’t have anything to offer you. You are wealthy, successful, came from a good family, and women can be at your disposal... if you want them to be.”
“You hold me in such esteem. That’s not how I see myself. And I’m not interested in any other woman.” He fixes his gaze on mine. “Just one, and I must be very lucky because she likes me back.
“No, I’m the lucky one. I got to sit on my ultimate crush’s lap and spend an entire weekend with him, and he even introduced me to his mother. Not every boyfriend would do something like that.”
His brow furrows. “You met Kristoff’s family.”
“Not in this way. He only needed a date for a party. But this... It almost sounds like you were planning to keep me for a long time.”
Julian’s expression darkens a little. “What are you saying? Do I seem to be taking things less seriously?”
“Well... we’re still in the getting-to-know-you stage, even though we’ve had a lot of sex.”
“Anya, I wasn’t just being serious. Nobody else can have you except me, so I’ll always keep you by my side,” he promises. “Or did you still think I’d leave you?”
I shake my head. “I used to, but not anymore. I already chose to trust you.”
“Good. Because I’ve always been yours. I knew it when I met you two years ago.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand.
“You sound as if you’re saying you love me.”
He laughs quietly for a moment, and his smile makes him look even more youthful. “I always have. I just didn’t want to rush you until I was sure you felt the same.”
Oh my gosh. He loves me? I feel as if all the air has just left my lungs. “Are you sure now?”
He nods, smiling.
“You love me?” I ask again in a whisper.
“I’m in love with you.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “Always.”
Hot tears stream from my eyes. I sob. “I’m sorry for doubting you, even just for a little.”
He brushes his thumb on my cheek. “Please, don’t cry.”
“I’m not crying out of sadness.” I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m actually very happy. Thank you.”
He catches his breath and whispers softly. “No, I should thank you. You were made for me, Anya. Keep that in mind.”
I pull away a little and look into his eyes. “I’ve fallen in love with you, too. Hard.”
He beams triumphantly. “Is it just me, or have you become even more enticing?”
“I wasn’t before?” I tease.
“I’m serious.” His body stiffens, and his thick erection grows against my inner thighs. “That’s what you do to me.”
I gulp dryly. “Then we have to do something about it.”
“Like what?”
“Like, take me to bed now and continue this conversation later?”
“You’ve turned greedy.” He grabs my ass and squeezes them.
I laugh. “Must be how you make me feel.”
He kisses my mouth passionately, sweeps me in his arms, and brings me back inside, where he promptly spreads me on the bed.
He pulls his sweater over his head in front of me. I prop my elbows on the bed, watching him strip naked. I’m so nervous that my heart is going to burst.
“Look at me like that; forget about foreplay.” He smirks as he unties the knot in his sweatpants, but he stops. “Finish it.”
This dryness in my throat makes me swallow. My breasts feel so swollen in my lacy black bra. First, I tease him by undoing the knots on my nightgown and letting them fall off my shoulders.
Julian’s gaze is fiery and dangerous. Only the thin layers of my lingerie hide my nipples from his gaze. He waits for me to get up and do the honor of pulling down his pants.
He waits for me to get up and do the honor of removing his pants, revealing a pair of black boxers covering half of his thick shaft. The crown of his shaft is slipping out of the garter, damp with the bead of his pre-cum.
As I push down his boxer briefs, I deliberately slow my movements. His erection is so painfully tight that he fears it will burst.
I salivate. “I’ve never done this before, but please let me taste you.”
His expression darkens. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
He groans as my mouth takes his crown in a long, penetrating slurp. I’m taking it all in. I’ve been watching adult videos to see how the girls do it. I was nervous at first because some of them were gagging, but Julian made it all the better because he tasted so good.
My tongue greedily swirls around the tip, taking my time to savor at least half of it.
He groans at my carnal behavior. He tangles his fingers in my hair. “Is this really your first time?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
I raise my head, answering by stroking my tongue at his length. I grab him to rub him down to the root.
I increase my tempo, sucking, licking, and stroking him over and over. As I let him drive deeper into my throat, I grab the sides of his thighs.
“Are you sure about this, precious? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You never hurt me,” I say, popping him out of my mouth. “You’ve already done so much for me.”
“Let’s take things slowly.”
Ignoring him, I take his cock back into my mouth, this time with deeper, more deliberate movements. Then his hips thrust into my mouth in sync with my impatient blows. His fingers grab my hair.
“I’m going to come,” he warns, pushing me back gently.
I keep sucking him, and when he orgasms in my mouth, he cries in a brutal, raw voice, “Fuck!”
His come has a sweet, slightly salty taste, and I love it. It is as filthy as it would seem, and even though he is usually gentle with me, this side of him arouses me to the core.
I guess sometimes we have to play rough.
He pulls away from me, and I look up at him with puppy eyes as his fluid drips from my mouth.
“That was extraordinary,” he hisses sharply, “but you still give me that innocent look. I’m beginning to think I’m turning you into something wild.”
Smiling, I nip my bottom lip. “It’s still me, but you could be right.”
“That makes you dangerous.” He steps down the bed with his erect shaft, walks to the bathroom, and returns with a clean cloth. He sits on the bed’s edge and wipes my mouth.
“You taste so good. Can we do it again?”
“Not tonight,” he retorts, holding my head still to clean the remaining smears on my chin. “I’ll still make love to you until morning.” He then kisses me so hard I almost can’t breathe. “It’s my turn...”