Chapter 84: Chapter 84: A Rose Crushed in Passion

It was obvious that they had made love countless times before, and by all rights, this foreplay should have felt tedious. Yet, strangely enough, this time brought a trembling sensation unlike any other.

Ethan Caldwell lifted Julian Sterling’s legs, gently planting kisses on every inch of his flesh. New marks were layered over old ones; the trail of kisses scattered across his fair skin looked like blooming roses amidst the snow. He caressed every bit of him, causing Julian’s body to tremble ceaselessly.

Below, under the influence of the drug and driven by those unspeakable tremors, his body screamed for satisfaction. The dry heat within him burned like a fire in the middle of a desert, blazing in a way that could not be extinguished. Although he was affected by the drug and tormented by lust, Julian’s mind felt deeply satisfied. Every time Ethan’s kiss landed, Julian’s heart softened a little more. It was as if all strength had been drained from his body, leaving him limp and willing to let Ethan do whatever he pleased.

“Mmh… hic…”

Ethan lowered his head to take the other’s member into his mouth, causing Julian to hum uncontrollably. His body arched upward, his back curving to lift his hips, pushing himself deeper into Ethan’s mouth. Julian’s legs curled up, then kicked feebly against Ethan’s shoulders, showing no sign of refusal. On the contrary, the soft soles of his feet pressing against those firm shoulders seemed to add a touch of eroticism to the pleasure about to unfold.

The corners of Julian’s eyes were wet as he gazed dreamily up at the ceiling.

They were entangled with each other, making love in a strange place.

But this time, it felt far more sincere and loving than ever before. Julian murmured: “Hubby, come inside, please.”

Ethan did not tease him anymore. He reached out to grab a pillow, placing it under Julian’s hips, and adjusted him into a comfortable position. Then, under Julian’s gaze, Ethan took his hardness and rubbed it against the cleft of Julian’s buttocks, as if seducing him.

Julian sobbed in dissatisfaction twice: “Don’t, don’t bully me.”

His voice was soft and weak, brushing against Ethan’s heart like a feather. Ethan aimed right at the entrance, not rushing but entering very slowly, seemingly wanting Julian to feel the entire process.

It was blissful, yet it tormented him.

The inside was scorching hot; since they had just done it, it was soft and wet, greedily sucking on that “popsicle” which was thick with the scent of musk. Little by little, it tightened around the shaft, feeling every pulsing vein upon it.

The two of them crashed into each other, the rhythm shifting from gentle and light to frenzied intercourse.

Julian cried and sobbed, his body rocking ceaselessly from the pounding: “Slow… slow down a bit…”

His voice was choked, fragmented by every thrust, as if he were a rose being crushed by someone’s play. Today, Julian was strangely sensitive; it was just the normal motion of thrusting and withdrawing, not even touching the sweet spot yet, but he could barely endure it.

Ethan helped him sit up. He was being squeezed so tightly by Julian that he had to grit his teeth to hold back.

The interior was hot and moist, constantly clamping down on him. The tender flesh inside softly sucked at the head, like thousands of tiny mouths frantically tending to the large member, wanting it to release the “nutrients” within to drench this rose bush.

Partly because Julian was overly enthusiastic today, and partly because their hearts seemed to have found a clear connection.

Julian was flipped over onto his stomach, his legs barely supporting his body, allowing Ethan to enter from behind. Every thrust went so deep that he could not bear it, leaving him gasping for air with his mouth open.

“Ah… Mmh…”

Every time that sensitive spot was hit, Julian hiccuped with sobs that were choked yet sweet, winding like silk around one’s heart. Ethan gripped his waist, thrusting in and out madly. Then he leaned down, kissing Julian’s naked, sweat-slicked back.

His body trembled, and his member shot out thin semen as his legs went weak, collapsing onto the bed.

“Let, let me rest a bit.” Julian gasped. He had just released, and his body was in a state of extreme inertia after the climax. However, Ethan showed him no mercy, he continued to thrust continuously, deliberately rubbing against the sensitive spot inside and pressing gently. Julian’s body shook violently.

“Don’t… Ah… Don’t, please don’t…”

It was not uncomfortable, but so pleasurable it bordered on pain. After ejaculating, his body fell into a refractory period. Before he could recover, he was subjected to this sweet torture. Julian was pounded until his legs trembled, his whole body shook, his eyes turned hazy, and his mouth hung open, unaware of what he was saying – whether he was moaning or begging Ethan to spare him.

Saliva drooled down his chin, onto his neck, and soaked into the blanket.

Ethan kept his member inside and turned him over, making Julian face him.

Julian twitched a few times. The member rotating three hundred and sixty degrees inside him was too much to handle, and his body fell into a state of temporary unconsciousness.

His small member gradually lifted its head again, ceaselessly leaking a milky white liquid, very thin, dripping drop by drop.

He began to fall into a state of uncontrolled climax. Clearly, he had already released below, yet now semen continued to spill out – not much, but persistent like a small stream. Ethan maliciously kept thrusting, and with every pound, the “stream” was pushed, splashing everywhere.

It splattered onto Ethan, fell onto Julian, onto his chest, his neck, and his face.

Julian was like a rose crushed by someone, played with until broken, covered in semen. That musky fluid clung to the soft petals, dragging the high and noble branch from its lofty, elegant place into a pool of love filled with naked lust.

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