The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 227: Fiercer

Julian Sterling’s breathing grew increasingly ragged, his ten fingers fiercely tightening their grip on the velvet chair cushion as the brush tip showed no intention of stopping, instead brazenly sweeping further down toward his nether regions. The soft, water-soaked bristles lightly brushed past his fragile member that was proudly rearing its head and leaking fluid, bringing with it a slippery, immensely ticklish sensation that pushed the already accumulated pleasure right to its breaking point. Finally, the journey of the painter slowly circled to the back, carrying the cold, wet gel to press lightly and come to a halt right at the highly intimate entrance that was shyly parting and closing.

It carried a threatening aura of invasion that made Julian Sterling’s entire body tense up, yet he was completely submerged in this chaotic euphoria, entirely unable to struggle or break free.

Because his face was turned away, Julian Sterling was completely unaware of the man’s next movement. He could only feel fragmented kisses falling upon his shoulders and down his spine, before the small opening down below suddenly felt two of Ethan Caldwell’s fingers pushing inside, spreading it apart...

"Mhm!" Julian Sterling let out a soft moan, for he felt that it was not merely the man’s fingertips pushing inside, but the tip of the brush had also taken advantage of the opening to slip in.

Very quickly, only the brush remained inside. The cold wooden shaft scraped against the searingly hot fleshy walls, causing Julian Sterling’s body to tremble violently. But the most terrifying thing was not the wooden handle itself, but rather the cluster of rabbit hair that was currently wreaking havoc inside of him.

As the brush moved in the correct direction, the soft tip would glide against the fleshy walls, gently creating friction, bringing an unbearably ticklish sensation that made Julian Sterling’s entire body shudder. He bit down on the soft fabric at the top of the chair, yet he still could not endure it all.

"Ahhh..."

Ethan Caldwell suddenly thrust the brush tip forcefully inward. Hundreds of tiny bristles splayed outward, piercing into the sensitive flesh and causing Julian Sterling to spasm intensely. The manhood that had just released a moment ago was now fully erect once again, its glans oozing with fluid.

"Don’t... it hurts me..." Julian Sterling could not bear this sensation, forced to sob and beg. But the man simply kissed his cheek with joyful amusement, asking in return: "Does it really hurt?"

At this moment, the brush was spun in a circle by the man once again. The gathered tip of the brush softly swept across the walls, once again delivering an indescribable sensation of numbing, euphoric pleasure.

The overlapping layers of pain and extreme pleasure made it impossible for Julian Sterling to answer.

"Don’t... don’t press there... mhm... ahhh..."

The tip of the brush brushed against the sensitive spot inside, and was then forcefully pressed down by Ethan Caldwell. An utterly unbearable rush of mingled pain and ecstasy crashed over him, causing Julian Sterling’s voice to break. Seizing the moment, the man kissed his lips, his tongue tangling intimately with Julian’s, completely swallowing all the moans and pleas.

The brush tip continuously swirled, teasing right against the highly sensitive spot, causing the entire small opening to contract tightly. Meanwhile, the bodily fluids flowed down the wooden shaft, thoroughly soaking the soft chair beneath him. Julian Sterling finally could no longer hold back. His entire body trembled as he ejaculated for the second time.

The passing climax left his body twitching ceaselessly, his two hands fiercely gripping the velvet fabric as he panted heavily without stopping. Having knelt for too long, and trembling so violently due to the overwhelming accumulation of pleasure, his legs seemed to cramp slightly, bringing about a twinge of pain.

"Hic... Ethan... my legs hurt..."

Julian Sterling could not stop himself from whimpering to the man. Ethan Caldwell also realized at this point that he had played a bit too roughly. He reached out a hand to massage Julian’s calves, which were showing signs of stiffening, while his other hand slowly pulled the calligraphy brush out.

It was just that this pulling motion caused the brush tip to slide quickly against the fleshy walls, sending a fresh wave of surging pleasure that made Julian Sterling collapse right into Ethan Caldwell’s embrace.

"Are you tired?" Ethan Caldwell asked as he continuously massaged the young man’s calves. Julian Sterling shot the man a glare, not even bothering to open his mouth.

Try being in his shoes and see if it is tiring or not!

"But what should we do? My baby is satisfied, but I am not finished yet, am I?"

Julian Sterling glared at Ethan Caldwell once again. After all the wild and chaotic activities up until now, Julian’s clothes had long been stripped off and tossed haphazardly around the living room, yet the bathrobe on Ethan Caldwell’s body was still completely intact, only slightly disheveled.

So he pouted his lips: "I don’t care."

"You really don’t care?" The man leaned down, kissing his pouting lips, while his wicked hand slid downward, sinking right into the completely softened little opening: "But it is telling me that it still isn’t satisfied yet."

The man even deliberately pressed down on the sensitive spot, causing Julian Sterling to be unable to suppress a soft moan: "Mhm... you pervert."

"That makes us a perfect match, doesn’t it?"

"Only one time."

"Hmm?"

"I am tired, only one time."

"Ignoring me right after you have had your fun."

"If you are not going to do it, then get lost, Ethan Cald... Mhm! Be gentle..."

The manhood rammed straight into the tight opening without any warning or greeting, forcing Julian Sterling to let out a soft gasp. He lightly smacked the man’s shoulder, but the action ultimately morphed into him wrapping his arms around Ethan Caldwell’s neck while moaning continuously.

"Mhm... ahhh... tomorrow... get... ahh... get rid of those two brushes of yours."

"They work so well, does my sweet baby not like them?"

"Shut your mouth, Ethan Caldwell... ah... t-tomorrow... if I see them... you and those brushes can get out of the house together."

"You are getting fiercer by the day, Jules."