Mother fucking hell, he was big. He surely wouldn’t fit in there. She stiffened again when she felt him open her more, filling her with his cock. He held her hips to keep her from scooting away out of instinct.
Inch by inch, he buried himself in her ass. He watched his cock slide slowly out and then just as slowly, back in. It wasn’t bad, and she could handle it. She wasn’t sure she could cum that way, but it wasn’t unbearable like she had thought that it would be.
Julius leaned over and took a bright pink vibrator with a curve on the end from the cabinet. He pulled out enough to slide the pulsating into her pussy. Fuck, yep, she would no doubt cum. Every time he pushed in, she felt the vibrations deep in her pussy. She moaned, writhing her hips into his cock.
Spreading her pussy with his thumbs and adding stimulation to her clit made her moan even louder.
“Ah, fuck, Quill. Cum for me, baby,” he lured. He was close. He was so fucking close to ejecting his load in her ass. He needed her to cum, NOW.
He steadied himself, needing to stop the friction. Why the fuck wasn’t she getting off? He used three fingers and smacked her clitoris with quick taps.
“Oh, yes, yes, fuck, Julius,” she moaned. Thank God, he couldn’t take it another second. He thrust deep into her ass and released with her.
“Jesus, Quill. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can play with girls in here for hours. I wanted to do so much more with you. You make me want to shoot my load as soon as I fucking touch you.”
“Unfasten my ankles and pull me up,” she requested, with a little bit of a tone, that Julius wasn’t sure where was coming from. She was the one that told him she wanted him in her ass.
“What did I do, Quill?” he asked, pulling her to him.
“You didn’t DO anything. I hate it when you talk about fucking other girls.”
He smiled and kissed her pouty lips.
“I’m sorry, I was just pointing out the fact that you do something to me that no other girl in this world could do.”
“You’re 25, Julius,” she said like she had just realized it.
He snickered. “I am,” he agreed.
“I’m only 18. Don’t you find this fucked up?”
“Oh, I find it fucked up as hell. And I don’t mean the seven year age difference. I mean fucking falling in love with you.”
“How did this happen?”
“I think it happened when you were three and we brought___”
“We brought what, Julius?” she asked, knowing that he had just stopped himself from saying something that he shouldn’t say.
“Nothing, Quill. I just know that I have loved you for a very long time,” he derailed, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead.
He was lying again. He couldn’t look at her when he lied.
“I saw you jack off in the hotel when I was 14,” she confessed.
He laughed and looked down at her. “That’s okay, I watched you play with your pussy there too.”
She didn’t laugh. She was embarrassed and was sure her crimson face was betraying her. He didn’t tell her that he watched her walk naked into her room daily through his little window, or that he watched her masturbate there as well.
“I’ve always loved you, Quill, even when I shouldn’t have. Do you know that your pussy was the first one I ever saw?”
“Yeah, probably. What? Was I like one or something?”
“You were actually three, and I was ten. That was the first time I ever got a hard on.”
“You’re a sick son of a bitch. You got a hard on from a three year old?”
Julius laughed. “It was your fault. I was trying to get you to get dressed after your bath. I had bathed you many times and never thought anything of it.”
“Didn’t I have a caretaker to bathe me?”
“You did, but you wouldn’t let anyone except me or MY father bathe you.”
“Why was that time any different?”
“I never actually saw it before. That night, you wouldn’t get dressed and you climbed on your bed and pulled your feet up with your hands, exposing what it really looked like. I didn’t know any more than you did, but it was enough to give a little boy a hard on.”
“Did you touch me?”
“No way, I wouldn’t have hurt you in a million years. I just held your pajamas in my hand and pretended to talk you into getting dressed while I examined it closer.”
“You can examine it closer anytime you want,” she smiled, kissing his lips.
“Oh, I plan on it. We better get you out of here.”
Julius needed to regroup his feelings. He had the sudden urge to tell her about his fucked up childhood. Talking about the things he had seen and done wasn’t something he had done with anyone before. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to know that side of him.
Aquilla was everything that Julius had ever dreamed her to be. He was infatuated. He couldn’t get enough of her. Every time he looked at her he wanted to fuck her. They spent most of the next three days in bed, hiding their little secret from their father. Julius wanted to talk to him and tell him that he wanted to be with Quill. She freaked the fuck out and wouldn’t let him.
Julius knew as well as Romano and Aquilla that her father would never hand her over to another man….EVER. He made the most sense for Aquilla. Nobody would ever protect her the way that he did. Nobody would ever love her more, and whether Romano would admit it or not, he was the only one that she could ever be with.
Deciding that she was too fresh and new, he didn’t want to treat her like another chattel, he didn’t push any more on her than he already had. God, he wanted to, but he didn’t and refrained from doing all the dirty little things he wanted to do. She wasn’t like a chattel at all. Aquilla was special, as delicate as a dragonfly’s wings, in the bedroom anyway. Outside, she was a hard ass, at least she thought so.
He wouldn’t say Aquilla was fragile, just different. She was probably tougher than most girls her age with a classless vocabulary. Of course, she wouldn’t dare say the F word around her father. He didn’t like it and would reprimand her over saying mild words like shit and damn. What did he expect? She grew up in a house full of mafia type men that cursed like mad. Fuck, was just a part of the language around there.
They did go downstairs and eat at the table like they were required to do, and were right back upstairs, usually naked. Hila stopped coming in to lay out her clothes, rush her to the table, and resorted to sliding notes under the door.
By the next weekend, the air had settled and her father had started to relax. No new news about the bust was being given. He was still pissed about the money that it had cost him, but really, he didn’t need it. He was more than fine without it. They all were. Aquilla and Julius could move to Spain and never work a day in their lives, and live more comfortable than most.
“Can I please go see Tua today?” Aquilla asked her father at the table Saturday morning.
He thought about it briefly, and agreed, telling her that Valdez would take her. Julius wanted to protest. He didn’t want her around that scrawny little horn dog, however he trusted her, and knew she just felt bad for breaking the pussy’s arm. She only wanted to go and apologize.
Romano made it clear that Julius was to stay behind, because he had some things to discuss with him. Julius presumed it was about business.
Tua had a cast all the way from his fingers to his shoulder with some sort of rod holding it up from his side. Aquilla felt horrible. He wasn’t mad, and told her that it wasn’t her fault. He even joked, wanting her to teach him how to fight like a girl. She didn’t stay long, she really didn’t have a reason to. She just needed him to know how sorry she was for hurting him, besides she had talked Valdez into taking her to Spirmitz to meet with Talin and Vennah for an ice cream cone. He reluctantly agreed and stood off to the side with Talin and Vennah’s bodyguards eating ice cream cones too.