15 — Good girl

An intense shiver runs through my body the moment Julian bites the inside of my thigh, withdrawing his thumb completely from my wetness, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness that makes a disappointed grunt escape from deep in my throat.

Julian's husky laugh makes me bite my lip hard.

“Is it good, Angel?” He murmurs against my skin; I can even feel his husky words reverberating through me.

I nod desperately, longing to feel him again, and to my delight, I feel the tip of a finger slide down my clit, wetting itself at my entrance, moving up and down all over my pussy, as if this torture is fun.

And it probably is because the wicked smile doesn't leave Julian's lips.

“I'm going to put a finger…” He murmurs again, and just as he said it, I feel the twinge of the finger enter me slowly, bringing a sharp pain that makes me try to close my legs. But Julian's other hand pushes my knee, making me open my leg. “If you can't take one finger, you won't be able to ride my cock.”

I let out a gru