EroticReverie

Julius James

All I can think about the entire time is the fact that both my friends, and my sister have called each of us out on the fact we want to fuck one another. 

I watch her scramble the eggs, so fucking domestic, and cute, and all I can picture is her cooking me breakfast every morning in the nude, those fantastic tits on display for me, that cute little ass of hers bare for me. 

I try to talk to her about mundane shit to keep myself from bringing up anything close to sexual, because shes Little Love, and for some reason my god damn cock and brain cant fucking function around her properly. If she was anyone else, shed already be spread wide, and getting pumped full of cum. 

I can't help but look over her and wonder if she has any idea the kind of shit I want to do to her. Again, I consider myself a good guy, even if me and the guys are a little cocky and a bunch of man whores, as some girls call us. But, a lot of people know about me, about the guys. About the things we do with girls.  

I smirk to myself as she pulls the eggs off the stove and I flip the bacon, cause I'm thinking about her riding me while the guys watch. It wouldnt be the first time , but itd be totally different than any other chick we'd ever done it with. Because each and every one of us, have wanted to score with Little Love before we ever even got our dicks wet for the first time. 

I'm also thinking about how many guys have already been inside her, if any. God, fuck if she was still a virgin I might blow a load in my god damn pants just at the news. 

"You a virgin?" I ask, and my eyes go wide, unable to take it back, not having meant to blurt it out. 

I wince as she pauses and slowly turns. She blinks at me and for a moment I think she might tell me to go fuck myself. 

"Are YOU a virgin Julius James? she says with a little smirk. 

I let a slow smile spread across my lips. 

"Do you want me to be?" I tease.

She laughs. "Do you want ME to be?" 

I laugh. "Sorry for asking. I don't know why I did." 

She laughs. "Bullshit." she says and turns. 

I slide the dial on the stove, turning off the burner and she crosses her arms , looking up at me. The little smirk she's trying to hide, is adorable, and makes my cock twitch. 

"No Julius. I'm not a virgin." she says. 

"How many guys?" I ask. 

Her eyes widen. "Jesus!" she laughs. 

I hate the idea of of several guys plowing her before me. Hoping for a low number. Knowing im a fucking hypocrite and bit of a fucking dick for thinking it. 

"Two." she answers. 

"You?" she asks directly after. 

I shrug. "A lot." 

"Give me a ball park." She says. 

I look at her, with a , you dont want to know stare. 

"Tell me." she says , putting her hands on her hips. "I told you, it's only fair." 

"I've lost track." I say honestly. 

"More than 20?" She asks, and I cant help but let the corner of my mouth lift and I nod. 

"More than 50?" she asks , brows lifting. 

"yes." I say, wondering if shes judging. 

"That's a lot of guys Julius." she says deadpan. 

I bark out a laugh. 

"You little jerk." I nudge her and she giggles. 

"I'm hungry, can we eat now, or do you have more invasive questions to ask?" she raises a brow. 

I smirk. "Nothing I can't ask you at the table." I say with a wink. 

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Evangeline Loveland

I don't know why it shocks me that Julius asked me such personal questions. We were older now, both adults. But the conversation in the kitchen and at the table only served to make my lack of panties a problem as nothing was catching the slick wetness that was coating my pussy. 

"When is the last time you had sex?" he asks as he shovels a fork full of eggs into his mouth. 

I bite the corner of my lip. "Um, a few months ago I guess, before my ex broke up with me." I say. 

"hmpf" he grumbles. 

"What?" my brows pinch.

"Who was the fucking idiot that broke up with you?" he asks. 

I give a slight laugh and shrug. "Nobody. Don't worry about it." I say, and I lean over and steal a piece of his bacon because I already ate mine. 

"Hey!" he says teasing me. I grin as I take a bite. 

"So when is the last time you had sex?" I ask. 

He chuckles slightly and takes another bite, then wipes his mouth, chewing and then swallows. 

"Yesterday." he says and my brows lift. 

"During the party?" I ask. 

"No Love, I was busy taking care of you last night." he reminds me. 

I scrunch my nose. "Sorry again." 

He smiles and reaches over and grabs my chair as it skids across the floor as he pulls me. I gasp and laugh, but when he brings his face to mine, so close I can feel his breath. I go still. 

"quit apologizing." he says quietly. 

"oh...kay" I say nodding slightly. 

"And dont ever steal my bacon again or there will be consequences" he says, and he's joking but the tone of his voice, the promise of consequences, I know he's insinuating very fun, very sexy consequences. 

I smile a little and look down ad then back up. "Like what?" 

"I really dont think you want to know...little..love" he cocks his head and my breath hitches as his hand comes up to my throat.  I blink rapidly at him as my heart pounds, but his hand rests there lightly, and I watch him, look at his hand near my neck, and lick his lips. I feel my core squeeze. 

"Can I say something incredibly crude and possibly offensive?" he asks. 

I dont even hesitate , I nod, because I want to hear anything that he has to say to me. Because im pretty sure Julius James could never say or do anything to turn me off. 

He grins slightly. 

"you have fantastic tits." he says quietly and my mouth parts on a sharp inhale as his hand around my neck slips down just slightly resting about said tits. 

"t-thank you" I stammer, swallowing hard. 

"And the guys are right.... " he says. 

"what?" I say, my mind not even entirely focused. 

"I want to fuck you." he says. 

My eyes widen slightly. 

"I've always...wanted to fuck you." he whispers , his mouth coming dangerously close and I feel like I might cum just from having Julius James with his hand on me, confessing that he wants to sleep with me. 

I breathe out and wet my lips as my tongue slips between them and he groans slightly. 

"Ok" I say. 

his eyes go from my mouth to my eyes. 

"Okay what?" he asks. 

"you can." I say. 

He cocks a brow. "You can..fuck me" I say and his hand slips back up to my neck and this time his fingers curl around it, his thumb skimming up and down the one side of my neck. 

"I would break you." he says, and it sounds like a promise, a promise that has me squirming in my seat as I look at him. 

"i don't mind" I say breathlessly. 

I see his jaw clench. 

"I don't fuck soft Love" he warns me. 

"I'm not fragile." I say in reply and he groans, his hand sliding from my neck and I gasp when he all but pulls me onto his lap, straddling him. 

"This dress looks so fucking good on you" he says as his hands slide down the bottom of the dress along my thighs.  I feel my chest heaving as I pant, and I shiver as his hands push back up dragging the dress with his fingers. 

I want to scream for him to do it, for him to fuck me right now, my body screaming for it as his touch sets me on fire. 

"You're so fucking sweet" he says as his hands glide up and down my thighs then he slips them under my dress and grabs my bare hips, but his eyes dont long down as my dress lifts, probably exposing my pussy, which without a doubt leaving a decent wet spot on his jeans, on the bulge that's currently pressed against me. 

I whimper. 

"What's wrong?" he asks, a hand lifting to the side of my face, his thumb pushing over my lower lip as my lips part. 

"Im so wet" I pant.