Chapter 59 The Concert

• “Tight,” Julian mutters through clenched teeth as he draws and presses deeper into me. He groans and clutches me desperately as he circles his hips and thrusts. “Tight and dripping wet. I’ll come so hard; I’ll fill you up.”
• My fingers dig into the skin of his back. My eyes flutter, and my lips parts open to suck air. I wrestle against his embrace, coaxing him harder. I wedge his movement in the corner of my eye.
• Julian holds his breath as he follows my gaze, compelled by the sight of him bent over me, watching his cock vanish inside me.