43 - A Fairyale Come True

I can feel the controlled tension steaming from Julian’s body as he pulls my panties down and yanks them like some sort of distraction. Then he effortlessly rolls my body to my stomach. 

He whispers as well as bites my shoulder, “I’ll show you how much you mean to me. I’ve always wanted to appear before you, and you’ve driven me crazy for years because I couldn’t do it right away.” He then sucks my earlobe, coaxing me as his hand slides down the line of my buttocks, then touches the tip of his finger to my inner labia. “If only I’d known what you went through,” he laments, “I wouldn’t have wasted time chasing you.”

“You mean saving me from my misery,” I clarify.

“Does it sound like that?” He thrusts two fingers