He wanted her to do it on her own accord, however, she didn’t. She just stared at his enormous cock, inches from her face.
“Stick your tongue out, Quill,” he coaxed.
She did. He hissed as he guided her tongue up his slit, tasting his juices. She didn’t take him in like he had hoped. He should ask her if this was okay, he couldn’t though. He wanted to be in her fucking mouth. He didn’t ask, he pushed his head between her lips. Aquilla was a little surprised, but she didn’t protest and opened up her mouth for him. She didn’t suck him off, and he had to move in and out of her. Julius didn’t mind, it was hot as hell. He made her take as much of him that would fit. When her gag reflexes would kick in, he would pull out and then dive right back to her throat.
Aquilla enjoyed it too. Her pussy had revived from the last orgasm and was ready to do it again. She wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do. He seemed to be doing all the work, and she let him. Her eyes remained open and watched him hold his tight balls at the base of his shaft as he moved his hips in and out of her mouth.
Julius could have fucked her mouth for twenty minutes, wanting to shoot a load in her mouth, massage it into her lips, and have her swallow him. That would happen at some point, just not yet. He moved out of her mouth and turned her onto the bed. Then he lifted her hips to his cock, positioning himself to fuck her slippery, wet pussy.
As she clinched the sheets tight in her fists, he sensed her fear, “It isn’t going to feel like that again, Quill,” he promised.
She smiled an unsure smile up at him. “I need you to be closer to me,” she requested. Aquilla didn’t want him standing. She needed to feel his warm body on hers.
“Move up,” he said, nodding towards her pillow.
She slid up on her elbows and he slid up to her. Even though she was still tender from the night before, he was right, it didn’t hurt near as bad as it did the first time. This experience may have been less painful and felt better than the last, but it still didn’t feel that good, there was no way she was going to cum this time either.
Julius was once again fighting his demons. Continuing to keep a slow steady pace was a struggle, he desperately wanted to fuck the hell out of her, pounding the hell out of her ass with his balls. Everything was going okay until he looked down. Once he saw his dick slide in and out of her, he picked up his stride, just a little, and then a little more. He tried to make it pleasurable for her, despite his increased pace, he moved his thumb to her clit and circled it with more pressure than he probably needed to. After only a few moments, she moaned, and that did it.
With the next stroke he was thrashing the hell out of her. Fuck, she was so fucking tight. He moved his body away from hers and came to his knees. Julius had to, he couldn’t stand not watching his dick fill her pussy. She didn’t protest that time. He held her hips up and continued to violate her clitoris with his fingers while he continued to pump, forcefully in and out of her. Okay, maybe she would cum, after all.
“Will you swallow me?” he asked. He’d never asked that before. He normally would just pull out and do it.
“Yes, Julius.”
“Fuck, Quill,” he whimpered. He went to town on her clitoris, needing her to cum so that he could. As soon as Aquilla called out, he pulled out and came to her mouth. He pumped himself quick and hard above her lips.
“Open your mouth, baby,” he demanded. He could feel his shaft pulsate and the vein running along his length tighten. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he quietly said, looking down to his cum spewing around her mouth. She took his head in her mouth and sucked him dry. It didn’t taste bad at all; it was kind of sweet and salty, all in one.
Aquilla and Julius both laughed when Hila slid a note under her door, reminding her of her art lesson. She knew Hila would never say anything, she was a servant, who was too afraid of losing her job.
Aquilla could only imagine what she thought. Hila did walk in after a painful shrill, Julius’s hand over her mouth, and his body between her legs. She was sure to think the worst too.
The art lesson that day went pretty well, much better than normal. Her instructor was even impressed. She still hated it, but at least her dramatic tree truly looked like a tree this time.
Julius spent the night in her bed again that night. They made love and talked until the wee hours of the morning. He was spending more time than he should have been spending with her. His clients were scheduled to be there to pick up the three girls that evening, and he hadn’t spent the time with him that was expected.
Aquilla was in bed early with a book that she had been neglecting, due to the attention Julius was demanding. It wasn’t like she minded the distraction, she loved it, and she loved him. Trying to read and remained focused was difficult, she kept thinking about her father arriving back home in less than three days. Aquilla missed him and couldn’t wait to see him, but she wasn’t happy about not being able to be with Julius. Sharing a bed together would still probably be fine, her father rarely came upstairs. His room was right below Hila’s on the first floor. However, on rare occasions he did come up in the mornings before she woke. If he was to find Julius naked in her bed, she was sure he would kill Julius.
Aquilla got up and glanced at the clock on her smartphone, it was almost eleven. It was after ten, which meant she wasn’t allowed to wander downstairs again until morning. The girls usually entertained their new bosses by the pool their last night. She opened her door and walked down the steps to the glass doors, peeking through the side of the curtain.
Julius looked bored. He was slouched down in his chair with one leg perched over the other. The girl that she had gotten acquainted with, Seri, sat on an older gentleman’s lap. Julius was studying the guy. He was a new client that his father had acquired, and Julius didn’t like it. He didn’t like it then, and he didn’t like it now. It was better if they stuck with what he knew or whom he knew. They didn’t know this guy. At this point, all he wanted from this guy was to take Seri and get the hell out of there.
Seri didn’t look like she was having much fun either. Her arm was wrapped around the guy’s neck while she sat on his lap staring into space. Neither of them appeared to be watching the other two girls give their superiors blow jobs. Normally, Julius would have been sitting there with a hard on. This time he was limp, he just wanted to go wrap his arms around Aquilla.
“You go upstairs,” Hila demanded in a loud whisper from behind her. Hila was fully aware of the rules that had been laid out for Aquilla, She knew that Aquilla wasn’t allowed downstairs after ten at night.
With a deep sigh and an eye roll, Aquilla turned and walked in front of Hila like a five year old child, back to her room.
By the time the three men had finally took their chattels and left, Aquilla was sound asleep. After taking a shower in his own room he went back to her room. The plan was to kiss her softly goodnight and sleep in his own bed, let her sleep without disturbing her. Once he was in her room the plan changed, he couldn’t do it. He crawled in to bed beside of her, and she incoherently rolled over and nestled into his chest. He welcomed her with a smile and a kiss to her forehead before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning when she woke, Julius was already gone. He was in the office, another room she wasn’t allowed to go in. When he came to the table to meet her for breakfast she could tell something was amiss, by the worried look in his eyes.