Julien abruptly broke the kiss, leaving Amelie panting and breathless. Before she could regain her bearings, he had spun her around, pulling her back flush against his firm, muscular chest. Amelie's hands instinctively gripped the edge of the counter as Julien's strong arms encircled her waist, holding her in place.
"Tu aimes toujours ça rough et par derrière?" Julien murmured, his voice a low, husky growl in her ear as he pressed his hips against her backside. The evidence of his arousal was unmistakable, a hard, insistent bulge pressing against the curve of her ass.
Amelie could only nod, a soft, breathy "Oui" falling from her lips as she arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Julien's body. Julien smirked, a wicked, anticipatory glint in his dark eyes as he gazed down at her.
"Bonne fille," he praised, his large hands sliding down to grip the hem of her skirt. With a sudden, rough tug, he began to yank the fabric upwards, bunching it around her hips and exposing the creamy, smooth skin of her thighs.
Julien's eyes darkened with lust as he revealed more and more of Amelie's legs, his gaze zeroing in on the scrap of lace that covered her most intimate area. The thong was a delicate shade of pink, the thin fabric straining against her soft, rounded cheeks. Julien licked his lips, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he drank in the sight of her.
Julien made quick work of his pants, the sound of his zipper lowering echoing obscenely in the quiet kitchen. He freed his hard, throbbing cock from the confines of his jeans, the thick shaft springing out to slap against Amelie's barely covered ass. Amelie gasped, a shiver of anticipation and a hint of nerves running down her spine as she felt the hot, heavy weight of Julien's manhood pressing against her.
Julien's hands slid around to grip the globes of Amelie's ass, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he kneaded and squeezed the rounded cheeks. Amelie bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her as she felt Julien's touch, a mix of pleasure and need coursing through her veins.
Amelie gasped as she felt the heat of Julien's erection pressing against the thin lace of her thong, a shudder of anticipation and a hint of nervousness running through her body. "Julien, attends," she breathed, a note of concern in her voice. "Tu n'as pas mis de préservatif."
Julien paused for a moment, his hips still pressed tight against her ass as he gazed down at her with a look of fierce, unbridled desire. "Ne t'inquiète pas, chérie," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rasp as he reached down and pushed her thong to the side with his fingers. "I'll be careful. I promise."
Before Amelie could respond, Julien had gripped himself in his hand, lining the thick head of his cock up with her already dripping entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside Amelie's tight, hot depths.
Amelie cried out, a sharp, keening sound of pleasure and surprise as she felt Julien's thick length stretching her open, filling and completing her in a way she had never felt before. Her back arched, her hips pressing back against Julien's as she struggled to adjust to his size and the sudden, intense sensation of being so utterly and completely filled.
Julien groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated bliss as he savored the feel of Amelie's silken walls gripping him like a velvet vice. He stayed still for a moment, his hips pressed tight against her ass as he fought the urge to start moving, to start thrusting and claiming her with all the pent-up desire.
Amelie turned her head, her messy hair falling over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed as she gazed back at Julien with lidded, lust-darkened eyes. "Pourquoi tu t'es..." she began to ask, her voice breathy and needy. But before she could finish the question, Julien had grabbed her hips in a bruising grip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.
And then, he began to move.
Julien started thrusting into Amelie with a force and intensity that stole the breath from her lungs, each powerful surge of his hips driving his thick cock deeper and harder into her eager, grasping heat. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen as Julien took her from behind, the counter creaking and shaking with the force of his thrusts.
"Oh mon dieu," Amelie gasped, her nails scrabbling for purchase on the marble surface of the counter as Julien pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass with a stinging slap. "Julien, yes, like that! Just like that!"
Julien grunted, a feral, animalistic sound of pure, unchecked lust as he gripped the globes of Amelie's ass, kneading and squeezing the rounded cheeks as he used them as leverage to drive himself even deeper into her. Amelie could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him, stretching her open and claiming her most intimate depths as he took her with a hunger and desperation that set her nerve endings ablaze.
Julien's thrusts grew harder, faster, more demanding as he lost himself in the slick, velvet heat of Amelie's core. He could feel her walls fluttering and clenching around him, gripping his shaft like a silken fist as he drove into her again and again. The sound of their coupling filled the air, a symphony of grunts, moans, and the slick, obscene slap of flesh against flesh.
His hand slid around her hip, seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Amelie gasped, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping her lips as Julien's fingers found her clit, rubbing the swollen nub in tight, circling motions. "Julien, yes, right there," Amelie panted, her hips bucking back against him as he continued his relentless assault on her most sensitive spots. She could feel the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter, her body hurtling towards a devastating climax.
Julien could feel Amelie's walls starting to flutter and clench around him, her silken heat growing even tighter and wetter as he drove into her again and again. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back as he nuzzled into the side of her neck, his lips finding the sensitive skin there. Amelie whimpered, tilting her head to give him better access as he began to suck and nip at the tender flesh, no doubt leaving marks of his passion on her skin.
Julien's other hand slid up Amelie's body, cupping and squeezing the soft, heavy weight of her breast as he pinched and rolled the stiff peak of her nipple between his fingers. Amelie cried out, a sharp, keening sound of pleasure as the dual stimulation proved too much for her to bear. Her body began to tremble and shake, her inner muscles clamping down around Julien's pistoning length like a vice as she hurtled towards her peak.
"Julien, I'm... I'm going to..." Amelie gasped, her words dissolving into a wordless scream of ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her back arching as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending, setting her nerve endings ablaze with sensation as she fell forward towards the counter.
Julien could feel his own release fast approaching, his thrusts growing erratic and desperate as he chased his rapidly building pleasure. "Moi aussi, je suis proche," he grunted, his voice tight and strained with the effort of holding back. His fingers dug harder into the soft flesh of Amelie's hip, no doubt leaving vivid bruises in their wake.
Amelie, still lost in the throes of her own intense orgasm, reached back with her left hand. Her nails raked lightly down Julien's thigh, leaving faint red lines in their wake as she turned her head to gaze back at him with hooded, lust-drunk eyes. "Inside me, Julien," she begged, her voice a needy, desperate rasp. "Cum inside me."
Julien hesitated for a split second, a flicker of concern crossing his face as he met Amelie's pleading gaze. But at her breathless, wanton plea, he lost the last of his control. "Tu es sûre?" he asked, his voice a low, guttural growl as he continued to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass with renewed vigor.
"Oui, oui!" Amelie screamed, her voice echoing off the kitchen walls as she bucked and writhed beneath him as she felt Julien's cock throbbing and pulsing inside her, growing even harder and thicker as he approached his own release. "Remplis-moi, Julien!"
Julien let out a guttural, animalistic roar as Amelie's words pushed him over the precipice. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her dripping, grasping heat, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he began to come hard. Thick, hot ropes of his seed spilled from the tip of his shaft, painting Amelie's walls white as he filled her up, just as she had begged him to do.
Julien's hips jerked and shuddered as he rode out the waves of his intense climax, each spurt of his release sending a jolt of electric pleasure through his body. Amelie could feel the heat of his seed, the thick, viscous fluid coating her insides as Julien emptied himself deep inside her. She could feel every twitch and throb of his length, could savor the sensation of being so utterly and completely claimed and filled by him.