The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 78: Sinking into Desire

Julian’s legs were draped over Ethan’s shoulders. His limbs were slender, a lingering testament to a time when his body had suffered from mild malnutrition due to a lack of proper sustenance. Since coming under the care of the Caldwell family, despite being well-fed by Ethan, he remained slight - all skin and bone with barely an ounce of excess flesh. Consequently, his calves were lean and delicate as they rested against Ethan’s broad shoulders, his smooth skin brushing against the man’s shoulder blades before sliding gently down toward the crook of his elbow.

It wasn’t just his legs that were being mischievous, Julian’s mouth was equally unruly. He kept murmuring incessantly, employing every trick in the book to act spoiled. Every so often, Julian would lift his flushed face, cheeks dusted with a rosy hue, and gaze up at Ethan. Between giggles and pouty whimpers, he called out: "Hubby."

His voice was a soft, whining drone, like a siren’s song lingering in the ear. God be my witness, if fox spirits or succubi truly existed in this world, Julian would undoubtedly reign supreme at the very apex of their hierarchy. Ethan, in turn, was the devout believer ensnared by the demon, dragged away from a faith he had once thought unshakable.

He was willing to fall, to drown in a sea of desire with no hope of escape.

Even the most pious devotee might find themselves prostrating at this man’s feet, so how could a man like Ethan, who had long since succumbed to temptation, ever hope to resist? More than once, he had to clench his fists and take deep, steadying breaths to remind himself not to hurt Julian in his fervor. Yet, the little brat was doing it on purpose, acting like an insatiable succubus, constantly teasing and provoking him. Finally, Ethan narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with danger: "Baby, has it been so long since I last fucked you that you’re itching down there?"

As he spoke, he delivered a sharp slap to those taut, resilient buttocks. Before Julian could even stammer a reply, Ethan growled: "Don’t expect to get out of this bed when I’m done with you."

Julian, however, didn’t look particularly terrified. He merely giggled, reaching up to trace the line of Ethan’s eyebrows, down the bridge of his nose, and finally resting on his lips: "Kiss me."

Just as Ethan raised his hands to support Julian’s legs so he could lean down for a kiss, Julian deliberately hitched his legs higher, keeping them firmly planted on Ethan’s shoulders. He whispered: "You can fuck me to death if you want."

Ethan let out a sharp breath and lowered his head to seal those parting lips. Because Julian’s legs were high on his shoulders, the movement caused Julian’s thighs to fold back, almost pressing against his own pale stomach, which distended slightly with the shape of the intrusion within. The thick, heavy shaft buried deep inside him began to piston with the rhythmic force of a pile driver.

Julian parted his lips, docilely allowing the kiss, while down below, he enthusiastically clamped down around Ethan’s cock, revelling in the intense pleasure it provided.

"Mmm... Hubby, slow down..." Julian gasped, his mouth hanging open as he struggled for air. With every brutal thrust from Ethan, his entire body felt like it was being scrambled. He could barely catch his breath.

Yet, in Ethan’s eyes, this sight was incredibly alluring. Julian’s eyes were half-lidded, his face flushed a deep crimson with lust. His small mouth was slightly upturned, revealing the tip of a pink tongue that peeked out from between his lips with every driving thrust.

Julian’s pale buttocks were covered in the red handprints of the man claiming him, as were his thighs. His inner thighs and ankles had suffered the most, marred by a chaotic map of hickeys and bite marks, blooming in shades of blue and pink. Every time Ethan pressed a kiss to his ankle, he would withdraw his length almost entirely, only to snap his hips forward with renewed force, burying himself to the hilt in a single, powerful stroke.

One breath, stabbing deep inside.

"Too deep..." Julian whined. He cast a glance at Ethan, his eyes wet and swimming with seduction: "You don’t love me at all."

"Oh, baby." Ethan leaned down to kiss those lips that were pursed in a sulk. "I am ’loving’ you right now, aren’t I?"

He drove his hips forward, slamming into him a few more times as if to prove just how much its owner adored the person beneath him.

"Hic!" Julian let out a sob, whimpering not from pain, but from an overload of pleasure. He sucked on one of his own fingers, gazing up at Ethan with a hazy, dazed expression. As Ethan continued his relentless rhythm, the member between Julian’s legs grew harder until he gave a violent shudder.

He released, shooting white fluid that splattered across Ethan’s abdominal muscles.

His finger was slick with saliva.

His eyes were unfocused, and his soft, murmuring sounds seemed to wrap around Ethan’s very bones.

Perhaps itwas Julian’s excessive enthusiasm today, or perhaps the effects of the aphrodisiac making his insides scorching hot, but Ethan was pushed to the brink. The shaft buried within Julian swelled, signalling it was reaching its limit.

Ethan pinned Julian’s waist down, delivering a final series of brutal thrusts before pulling out. A stream of white semen shot out right at the entrance of the crimson hole; as the muscle twitched and contracted, a small amount was sucked inside.

It was a strangely lewd and beautiful sight.

Julian, however, was not pleased. His face fell, and though his legs were weak, he kicked feebly at Ethan: "Why... why did you pull out?"

Having said that, Julian’s eyes welled up with tears, looking as if he were about to cry: "Do you think I’m dirty?"

Ethan couldn’t understand why his baby was so unusually fragile and sensitive tonight. He pulled Julian into a hug, rubbing his still-hard length against the crack of Julian’s buttocks, but Julian struggled away, genuinely upset.

"Baby, I don’t have a condom, and it’s not convenient to clean up here. It wouldn’t be good for you."

Hearing this, Julian reluctantly pursed his lips. Then, he tried to push Ethan down. Naturally, in his current state, he had no hope of overpowering a man built like a bull, but Ethan was compliant. He voluntarily lay back, letting Julian do whatever he pleased. Julian straddled him, wrapping his hand around Ethan’s cock to stroke the smooth, broad head. With his other hand gripping Ethan’s shoulder for support, he used his trembling legs to lift his body...

"Ah~"

He sank down hard, impaling himself abruptly on the shaft. His body went limp, collapsing against Ethan’s chest as he panted heavily. Below, his insides clamped down, twitching and squeezing tightly around the intrusion.

Julian stretched up to kiss Ethan’s Adam’s apple, leaving a few biting nips before asking: "Don’t you want to come inside me?" His hand wandered down to where their bodies were joined, tracing circles as if mimicking a stream of fluid flowing from the entrance. "Let me hold a belly full of your semen. That way, every time you spread my legs and go inside, it will slowly ooze out..."