Chapter 270: 270/The King’s Surrender
Chapter 270:
Julie’s POV
Robert withdrew his dick from inside me with a swift, sudden movement. I felt a cold, desolate vacuum invade my burning vitals, which were still pulsing with the heat of my last peak. He didn’t give me a moment to gather my scattered breaths; instead, he gripped my jaw with a force that made my facial bones ache, turning me toward him to capture my lips in a savage kiss filled with the scent of tobacco and dominance.
He looked into my eyes with dark gazes a deep well of desire and spoke in a husky voice that brooked no hesitation: "I want you to suck my dick... I want it inside your mouth, now."
I didn’t hesitate for a single second; I was completely stripped of my will under his dominance, my body a slave obeying its master’s orders without condition. I knelt on the cold bathroom floor, which stung my burning skin, finding myself directly facing his dick, which was throbbing in front of my face with terrifying girth. It was thick, its veins protruding and twisting like snakes under his pulsing skin, its head engorged with the moisture of our mingled lust.
I opened my mouth slowly and received the broad head; as soon as it touched my tongue, I felt its searing heat.
His dick sank deep into my throat, making my eyes water and causing me to let out a muffled sound of choking. But he didn’t stop.
He grabbed my hair and began to move my head up and down in a steady, harsh rhythm. I was sucking his dick with all the strength I possessed, teasing his veins with my tongue and sealing my lips tightly around him. "Yes... just like that, Julie... suck it as if your life depends on it," he growled in obvious pleasure, thrusting his pelvis forward to bury his dick at the deepest point inside my mouth.
The taste of his manhood filled my senses, and the sound of me sucking his dick echoed in the silence of the bathroom, heightening his arousal. I began to move with more effort, trying to satisfy "Daddy" by every means, while he watched me from above with hungry eyes, enjoying the sight of me completely submissive at his feet, serving his lust with my tongue and mouth while he still refused to reach his peak.
"Yes... keep going, Julie... put it in further!" Robert said in a commanding tone, yanking my hair back hard to force my head up, creating a straight path to my throat. I tried desperately to please him, but his dick was so massive that I felt my jaw was about to dislocate.
Every time I tried to accommodate an extra inch, he would hit the back of my throat, making me gag and let out muffled noises. My tears fell involuntarily, wetting my cheeks from the immense pressure his dick caused inside my small mouth.
He showed no mercy to my silent pleas; he grabbed my head with both hands and began to pump inside me violently. "I know it’s too big for you..." he whispered, watching my flushed face with a look of sadistic possession, "but you’re going to take it all... I want to feel the tightness of your throat squeezing me."
Robert slowly withdrew his dick from my mouth, leaving me gasping and regaining my lost breath. He looked at me with a look of dark pride and said in a deep voice: "That’s my girl... she knows exactly how to keep me satisfied." I smiled at him with exhaustion and infatuation, saying in a faint voice, my pulse still racing: "Robert...". But he immediately placed his finger over my wet lips, interrupting me firmly: "Who am I?". I looked into his eyes, feeling that familiar chill sweep through my body, and said with total obedience: "Daddy."
He extended his powerful hand, helping me stand with my trembling body, then lifted me up again with astonishing ease. I wrapped my legs tightly around his broad waist as he carried me toward the cold marble vanity and sat me on it. He spread my legs wide and stood between them. He began to rub his thick thumb over my burning clit in slow, provocative circular motions.
I felt a stinging sensation both burning and delicious at once as my pussy was still throbbing after squirting three times. He pressed his finger so hard it made me arch my back and dig my nails into the edge of the cold marble.
"Oh... Daddy..." I moaned in loss, while he monitored my body’s reaction with terrifying focus. He leaned his head toward my ear and whispered with a voice full of promise: "Do you think you’re finished, Julie? Tonight, I’m going to make you scream my name until your voice loses the ability to come out... I’m going to teach you what it means to belong to me."
His fingers moved inside me with devilish skill; he inserted two fingers together deep into my pussy, opening them and moving them with a delicious cruelty, while his thumb ground my clit in fast, frantic circular motions. "Daddy... I’m going to squirt again... please!" I screamed in a daze, feeling the fourth ecstasy exploding from the depths of my womb and crawling toward my limbs like a wildfire. Robert didn’t ease the pressure; instead, he increased the speed of his fingers inside me until the fourth shudder hit me like a hurricane.
My body stiffened completely, my back arching until I almost broke, and I let out a long, resounding scream as I began to squirt my fluids profusely like never before.
My fluids were gushing out, drenching his hand and the marble of the vanity, while his fingers were still inside me, increasing the violence of the ecstasy and making it last even longer.
I was panting like a madwoman, my eyes clouded and seeing nothing, while Robert watched my collapse with a cold, triumphant smile.
He didn’t withdraw his fingers immediately; instead, he let me shudder as I reached my peak. Then, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear in a husky voice: "Four times, Julie... and your body is still begging for more from Daddy, isn’t it?"
As soon as my trembling subsided slightly, he withdrew his wet fingers coldly and replaced them with his massive dick, which pierced me in a single shove that shook my foundation. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I felt the walls of my pussy stretching painfully and deliciously to accommodate his girth.
He fixed his hands on the marble beside my thighs, grinding me with his body, whispering: "Your pussy is still far too small to fit my dick, Julie... it tightens on me as if it were the first time."
I said while gasping in a daze: "Yes, Daddy... your dick is so big... it fills me completely."
"Do you like my dick?" he asked as he began fucking me with powerful thrusts.
"Yes... I adore it, Daddy!" I screamed, digging my nails into his muscles.
He began to fuck me with savage force, turning the scene into a rhythm of violent collisions. My fluids that I had just squirted acted as a lubricant, making the movement of his dick inside me smoother and more dangerous. He watched my flushed face and my eyes, which had rolled back from sheer pleasure, continuing to grind me with his tyranny.
My back was pressed against the cold wall while my ass was stretched over the marble, and I felt every one of his thrusts igniting the fires of pleasure. Suddenly, his muscles tensed over me, and he spoke in a choked voice: "I’m going to cum, Julie... I’m going to cum inside you... I have never cum inside a pussy but yours."
Those words pierced my heart before my body; I felt a strange sense of being special. But in the midst of that moment, my painful questions haunted me: Why did he treat me that way? Why did he abandon me? My train of thought was suddenly cut off when the fifth ecstasy hit me like a hurricane. I felt my body stiffen completely damn what this man does to my body!
I squirted for the fifth time in a flood that made me feel total paralysis in my limbs, and in that same moment, a volcano of hot semen exploded inside my womb.
I felt its hot lava filling my depths with successive, powerful pulses. Robert placed his hands on the vanity to steady himself, panting violently; exhaustion was evident on him, while I remained a body unable to move, lost in a sea of pleasure and shock.
He approached me slowly, planted
a tender kiss on my forehead, and said in a weary whisper: "You were wonderful, Julie." I smiled at him gently despite my exhaustion. He grabbed me by the waist and carried me in his powerful arms, then took me to the bed and laid me down with extreme gentleness, as if I were a piece of diamond.
He lay beside me, and I buried my head in his broad chest, inhaling the scent I adore. Although the scent of liquor emanated from him, he seemed very solid. He placed his hand gently on my strands of hair, stroking them with a tenderness that made my heart tremble. Then he leaned toward my ear and whispered in a warm voice that shook every inch inside me: "I love you."
