He lined himself up and pressed the tip of his cock right against her soaked entrance.
Her eyes snapped open.
"Julian—wait…!" she gasped, breathless.
He didn't. He slid the tip along her folds, dragging up and down, teasing her clit before dipping lower again. Her hips jerked instinctively, even as her voice trembled.
"I—I just came—I'm too sensitive—"
Julian leaned over her, his mouth near her ear.
"You're perfect like this. Shaky. Ruined. Needing more."
He pushed forward just enough to nudge her pussy lips, and she cried out, her hands flying to grip the edge of the table.
"Fuck," she whimpered, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. "Julian… please…"
His eyes met hers, hungry and wild.
"Please what, Queen?" he asked, the tip of his cock slipping just inside—stretching her open ever so slightly.
She moaned, her hips betraying her as they lifted toward him, desperate and soaked.
"Please… fuck me."
Julian didn't wait another second.
He plunged in.
