CHAPTER 4

Jane

My eyes locked with Julius’s and in that moment, I saw my own desperation reflected back at me.

“Please,” I whispered, my hands sliding up his chest to frame his face. “Please make me forget. Just for a few minutes. Make me forget Hudson. Make me forget—” 

My voice cracked. “Make me forget everything. Please, Julius.”

His jaw clenched, conflict warring in those grey eyes. “Jane—”

“I need this,” I said desperately. "I need to feel wanted. Even if it's wrong. Even if it's just for a moment. Please.”

Something in Julius broke. I saw it happen. I saw the moment his iron control shattered. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me harder against him, and when he kissed me this time, it was with complete surrender.

“God help me,” He groaned against my mouth. “I can't say no to you.”

His lips moved to my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there while his hands roamed everywhere, my back, my waist, sliding down to grip my ass through the layers of fabric. 

I gasped, grinding down on the hard length of him trapped beneath his pants, desperate for more friction and more contact. I needed more of him.

“Too many fucking clothes,” Julius growled, his hands finding the zipper at the back of my dress. He dragged it down roughly, the sound loud in the quiet car. 

Cool air hit my bare back as the bodice loosened, and then his hands were on my skin. I yanked at his tie, fumbling with the knot until it came loose. 

His jacket was next, then I was working on the buttons of his shirt with shaking fingers. Julius helped me, shrugging out of both garments while I pushed the loosened bodice of my dress down to my waist. 

My white lace bra was the only thing between us now, and Julius stared at my breasts like a starving man.

“Beautiful,” He murmured, then his mouth was on me, kissing the curves of my breasts above the lace, his hands coming up to cup and squeeze. I arched into him with a whimper, my head falling back.

His fingers found the clasp of my bra, flicking it open with practiced ease. The straps slid down my arms and suddenly I was bare to the waist, my nipples hardening in the cool air. 

Julius made a rough sound of approval before taking one peaked nipple into his hot mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh, Julius—” I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair as pleasure shot straight to my core. He lavished attention on one breast then the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, his tongue soothing the sting.

My hips rolled against him desperately, seeking friction, and I felt his hand slide under the mountain of lace, pushing my skirt up my thighs. 

His fingers found the edge of my white lace panties which was soaked through and embarrassingly wet and he groaned.

“Fuck, Jane. You're drenched.”

“Please,” I begged shamelessly, rocking my hips against his fingers. “Please, Julius.”

He hooked his fingers in the delicate fabric and tore. The panties ripped apart easily, and then his hand was between my thighs, his fingers sliding through my wetness. 

I cried out, my hips bucking into his touch.

“So fucking wet,” He growled, circling my clit with his thumb while two fingers pressed inside me. I was so tight and he worked me carefully, stretching me and preparing me. “When's the last time someone touched you?”

“Months,” I gasped. “He hasn't…Hudson hasn't…”

“Fucking idiot,” Julius bit out, his fingers pumping faster as his thumb pressed harder on my clit. “You're perfect. So perfect.”

I was already close, my body wound so tight from months of neglect and the forbidden thrill of this, but I didn't want to come on his fingers. I needed more.

“Inside me,” I pleaded. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Julius's control snapped completely. He withdrew his fingers and I heard the sound of his belt and then his zipper. Then his hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly and positioning me.

I felt the thick head of his cock press against my entrance and my breath caught. He was far bigger than Hudson and it almost made me nervous.

He pulled me down slowly, his thick length stretching me open inch by devastating inch, and all I could do was gasp at the overwhelming fullness.

“Fuck,” Julius groaned, his head falling back against the seat as I sank down on him. “You’re so tight. Christ, Jane, you feel incredible.”

I felt split open, stuffed full and completely possessed. He was buried deep inside me, deeper than anyone had ever been, and it was almost too much. I braced my hands on his shoulders, adjusting to the size of him, feeling my body stretch to accommodate.

“Move,” Julius commanded, his voice rough. “Ride me.”

I obeyed, lifting myself up then sinking back down, and we both groaned at the sensation. His cock dragged against my inner walls, hitting spots inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. 

I did it again, establishing a rhythm, bouncing on his lap while my wedding dress created a white lace tent around us.

“That's it,” Julius encouraged, his hands guiding my hips. “Take what you need. Use me.”

I rode him faster, chasing the pleasure building inside me. The car rocked with our movements as the windows started to fog. 

Julius's hands were everywhere. They were gripping my hips, palming my bouncing breasts and sliding around to grab my ass and pull me down harder onto his cock.

“Touch yourself,” He ordered. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

My hand slid between us, finding my clit and I rubbed in desperate circles while I continued to ride him. 

The dual stimulation was overwhelming, his thick length pounding into me from below, my fingers working my clit while his mouth was on my neck and breasts.

“Julius—” I gasped. “I'm going to—”

“Come,” He growled. “Come for me, Jane.”

I shattered. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as I cried out. Julius held me through it, his hips thrusting up to prolong my pleasure.

Before I could fully come down, he lifted me off him, my pussy protesting the sudden emptiness. Julius turned me around roughly, bending me over the center console so my ass was in the air, my face pressed against the passenger seat.

“I'm not done with you,” He said darkly, flipping my skirts up over my back. Then his cock was pressing into me again from behind, filling me in one hard thrust.

“Oh fuck—” I gasped. This angle was deeper and more intense. He hit something inside me that made me see stars.

Julius gripped my hips and fucked me senseless. Hard, brutal thrusts that rocked the entire car and drove me forward with each impact. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space and it was filthy and perfect. His cock pounded into me ruthlessly, making me forget everything else but that moment.

“Whose pussy is this?” Julius demanded, one hand sliding up my spine to fist in my hair, pulling my head back.

“Yours,” I sobbed. “Yours, Julius.”

“That's right. Mine.”