Regression - Second Chance At Life

Chapter 225: Julia’s Fantasy Strikes Again

Adam doesn’t expect a text back from Brittney anytime soon, but when they do meet each other in real life again, it will be interesting.

Brittney is someone who can be of great use to him, especially with the reach she has and the type of people who follow her.

The next time they meet will decide how their relationship will flower. Well, being the arrogant prick that Adam is, he only sees it going his way, and if it doesn’t, he will force it to go his way.

Done with tonight’s entertainment, Adam goes to bed under his soft springy mattress and under his silk sheets while the air conditioner adjusts to the perfect temperature.

But it seems like the night is not over. There’s a knock on his door. When Adam goes to open it, he finds Xu Lin waiting for him, wearing nothing but a translucent night gown that shows off her sexy body.

Adam smiles and takes her in.

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Back in the master bedroom, Jack and Julia get ready to sleep when they start hearing faint, strained moans seeping through the walls.

Julia’s eyes scrunch as she doesn’t need to be in Adam’s room to realize what is happening right now. Adam is fucking his slut of a servant again, and Julia can’t stand it.

They just fucked in the noon, and now they are at it again.

’Fucking animal!’ Julia thinks because of how much fucking there’s been going on inside the mansion for the past few weeks, but it has never been her who has been on the receiving end of this, please.

Random sluts that Adam brought at night, the servant girl he forced Julia into hiring, and even her friend, whom she despises, every one of them got to enjoy being inside this mansion except her.

The only time she did was when Hazel came over. As for sex with her husband, she doesn’t feel any sense of pleasure from it.

”Are you really okay with all this?” Julia asks, turning her head to look at Jack, who lies next to her and is about to go to sleep.

Jack turns to look at Julia before focusing his attention on the faint moans. He looks at Julia again. ”The boy is young, and the girl is his. For all I care, he can fuck whoever he wants whenever he wants here, it’s his house anyway,” Jack says and turns his back to Julia before going to sleep.

Julia clenches her jaw in frustration and turns her back to Jack as well. If her husband is not going to support her and care about her opinions, then there is no point in arguing.

It’s better to sleep and forget about it. She closes her eyes and tries to drift into sleep, but she can’t.

As much as she doesn’t want to pay attention to those moans, she can’t help it. Even though they are faint because of the thick walls, Julia could only imagine how loud Xu Lin must be moaning for her to moan so loud that it’s penetrating through multiple walls of this mansion.

As this thought crosses her mind, her biggest problem starts taking over again, he desire for Adam. She clenches her jaw in frustration and shuffles around, trying to find a comfortable position to relax, but she can’t.

Her body is burning hot, and she can’t find it in herself to relax with everything that’s going on inside her head.

Her hand involuntarily reaches down towards her cunt and presses against it. She finds herself getting wet from her imagination.

The imagination of being in Xu Lin’s place right now, and that it’s her moans penetrating through the walls and not Xu Lin’s.

She imagines herself getting pinned down on the bed by Adam with his strong hands wrapped around her neck, choking the breath out of her as he looks down at her, staring into her eyes with animalistic desire, the want to own her and dominate her as he pounds into her pussy with his massive cock, stretching her insides like no one else ever has while the head of his cock repeatedly smashes into her cervix.

As Julia’s imagination takes a life of its own, she is too far gone to calm down now, and she knows it, but with Jack lying right next to her, she knows she can’t touch herself right now.

Pressing her lips tightly together, she rolls out of the bed and heads to her bathroom.

Just as she expected, Jack was not asleep. He noticed her rolling out of the bed, but decided to go back to sleep, seeing that she was just heading to the bathroom.

It would have been suspicious if she had walked out of the bedroom. Luckily, even in a turned-on state, Julia has some survival sense not to do something stupid.

Inside the bathroom, the moans no longer reach her ears, which again causes her some frustration, as they would have been a great stimulant for her to get off; now she is forced to just work with her imagination.

Luckily for Julia, she has everything she needs. The feel of Adam’s touch, the taste of his lips and tongue, and the power of his grasp, everything is rooted deep in her mind to help her with what she needs.

She sits down on the toilet, spreads her legs, and begins working on her cunt, which is already wet from her imagination.

Her fingers found her clit easily—she was already slick, aching, the fantasy hitting her the moment she’d sat down. Adam. Her stepson.

She pictures him standing in the doorway right now, catching her like this, his eyes narrowing with that dangerous hunger she’d seen flash in his eyes when he had her pinned against the wall.

In her mind, he didn’t speak at first. He just stepped inside, closed the door behind him with a soft click, and locked it. His gaze raked over her—spread open, dripping, shameless on the toilet like some desperate slut. Julia’s breath hitched as her fingers circled faster, pressing harder, imagining the way his jaw would tighten.

”You’re touching yourself thinking about me again, aren’t you?” his voice, low, rough, stepped closer until he towered over her. She whimpered out loud in the empty bathroom, her hips jerking as she plunged two fingers deep inside herself, curling them just right.

In the fantasy, Adam grabbed her wrist, yanking her hand away from her pussy with a wet sound. ”No,” he growled. ”That’s mine now.” Then he was on his knees in front of her, shoving her thighs wider, his mouth hot and relentless on her clit, sucking hard while she cried out, fingers tangled in his hair, ”Fuck you!” She imagines herself cursing him out of hatred but also irresistible desire.

Her real fingers moved frantically now, three of them pumping in and out, her palm grinding against her swollen clit. She could almost feel his strong hands pinning her thighs open, bruising her skin, holding her down so she couldn’t squirm away even if she wanted to. He’d look up at her with that smirk, lips shiny with her, and say, ”You’ve wanted my tongue in this slutty cunt for weeks now, haven’t you, Julia? Say it.”

”Yes—fuck—yes,” she gasped aloud, voice echoing off the tiles. Her back arched as she fucked herself harder, imagining him standing up, unzipping his jeans, pulling out that massive cock she’d seen being thrusted into multiple women, this cock that made those women scream with pleasure like feral animals. Hard and heavy in his hand. He’d stroke it slowly, right in front of her face, letting her watch, letting her beg.

”Do you think just because you have a big cock, you will be able to conquer me? You overestimate yourself!” She imagines herself still being feisty and dismissive of Adam, knowing what will be in store for her after.

He wouldn’t be gentle. He’d grab her by the hair, force her to look at him as he lined himself up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, stretching her, filling her so deep she’d sob. The toilet seat would creak under the force of it.

She imagines herself squirming like a rat which just been trapped in a mousetrap. He would then begin fucking her. Her body jolting with every punishing stroke, his hand around her throat just tight enough to make her dizzy.

Her imagination drives her to destroy her cunt with her fingers harder than ever. Her pussy squelches as it leaks more juice than ever.

Julia’s orgasm hit her like a wave, sudden and violent. She bit down on her own forearm to muffle the cry, her pussy clenching hard around her fingers, juices dripping down onto the seat beneath her. Her thighs shook, toes curling against the bathmat as she rode it out, still lost in the image of Adam coming inside her, growling her name, claiming her completely.

When it finally faded, she slumped back, chest heaving, fingers still buried deep, trembling. The bathroom smelled like sex and shame. She let out a shaky laugh, wiped her hand on a wad of toilet paper, and flushed it away.

She stood up with shaky legs and walked up to the sink to wash her hands. She sees herself in the mirror and feels shame, anger, and frustration; she once again lets her desire take over.

Even after everything she has tried to suppress her desire, nothing has worked. Even with Hazel coming back to her life and going back to doing the depraved things that they did, it still didn’t help her calm her urges.

At best, a session with Hazel would only calm her down for a few hours, but the moment Adam appeared before her, all that work would be a waste of time.