Chapter 250: Chapter 250- Small

The air in the room was thick and heavy, charged with a primal electricity. There was no need for words to describe the state of their bodies, the slick, glistening evidence of their arousal was a silent, potent testament to their desire.

Both Emma and Zoe were laid bare, their most intimate selves exposed and yearning, pink and wet and ready to be filled.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Julian fnally freed himself from his trousers. His erection sprang forth, fully erect and throbbing, a stark symbol of his own pent-up need.

The reaction from the two women was immediate, yet perfectly reflected their natures.

Emma’s golden eyes widened, a sharp, excited gasp catching in her throat, "Ah...! Julian...!" she breathed out, her voice a mixture of awe and hunger.

Her body seemed to arch towards him instinctively, her small hands reaching out, not to touch him, but to hover in the air as if drawn by a magnetic force, her entire being focused on the sight before her.

Zoe’s reaction was far quieter, but no less profound, Her deep blue eyes, usually so placid, dropped to his length.

Her lips, still slightly swollen from their kisses, parted softly. A slow, deep breath filled her lungs, causing her chest to rise and fall, She didn’t gasp or exclaim.

Instead, a subtle, powerful tension coiled through her body, making her stillness feel more intense than any movement, Her gaze was fixed, unwavering, a silent, hungry acknowledgment that spoke volumes in the quiet room.

Julian looked from one to the other, taking in the perfect contrast of Emma’s vibrant, vocal need and Zoe’s silent, depthless craving. He moved over them, his presence encompassing them both.

"Who first," he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl that was both a question and a promise, "is a choice I cannot make, So I won’t"

He positioned himself between them, his intent clear. He would not leave either waiting.

The anticipation was a living thing in the room, broken only by Emma’s quick, shallow breaths and the absolute, yearning silence from Zoe, both of them utterly captivated and ready for him to claim them.

Emma, still lying naked and blissful on the rumpled sheets, propped herself up on one elbow, A mischievous, competitive sparkle ignited in her golden eyes.

She traced a lazy circle on Julian’s chest with her finger. "Hey.. I have a fun idea," she purred, her voice still husky.

She glanced over at Zoe, who was watching them with her usual quiet, dark-eyed gaze, "Let’s serve Julian first. Together."

She shifted her body, sliding down the bed until she was level with Julian’s hips. She looked back at Zoe, a playful challenge in her expression, "Whoever can... persuade him to fnish first.. gets to go next. The winner gets him all to herself after, How about it, Zoe?"

Zoe’s placid expression didn’t change, but a subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurred in her demeanor, The stillness became focus, She didn’t smile, but her eyes narrowed slightly, a predator considering its prey.

She gave a single, slow nod.

"Okay," she stated, her voice flat yet carrying a new, decisive weight. She moved in unison with Emma, positioning herself on the other side.

Julian, who had been watching this negotiation with amused fascination, let out a low groan as their hands and mouths began their work.

It was a simultaneous, coordinated assault on his senses, Emma’s technique was enthusiastic and playful, full of eager licks and soft, encouraging murmurs, Zoe’s was the complete opposite-slow, deliberate, and intensely focused, her silence making every touch feel more profound and intentional.

The competition was unspoken but fiercely felt,. Emma’s breath hitched with her own rising excitement, her movements becoming more frantic, Zoe, in contrast, only became more measured, her precision clearly designed to unravel him with devastating effciency.

Julian’s hands fisted in the sheets, his head thrown back. He was a willing captive to their duel, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak, knowing that the victor would claim her prize-and he would be more than happy to surrender.

On her knees before him, Emma worked with energetic, devoted focus, her lips and tongue tracing every inch of his dick. She paused for a moment, a slight, playful pout on her swollen lips.

"Mmmph... it’s a shame these are so small," she murmured, glancing down at her own petite chest with a sigh. "I can’t really... squeeze you with them properly." But the disappointment vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by her signature bright determination.

She looked up at him, her golden eyes sparkling with wicked promise. "But don’t worry! My mouth is the best! I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even miss it. I’m going to make you come just with this!"

With that bold declaration, she redoubled her efforts, her technique a mix of deep, sucking pressure and frantic, flicking licks that made Julian’s hips twitch.

Beside her, Zoe watched for a moment, her blue eyes taking in the scene. Lacking Emma’s experience or boastful confidence, she operated purely on a raw, instinctual drive to please.

She leaned in, her long black hair brushing against his thigh. Where Emma was skilled and deliberate, Zoe was exploratory and intense.

She mimicked some of Emma’s motions, but added her own touch using her hands to cup and press her noticeably fuller breasts against the sides of his dick, creating a warm, soft pressure that complemented Emma’s oral attention.

The combination was utterly overwhelming. The visual of the two of them—Emma, the vibrant, eager firecracker, and Zoe, the quiet, instinctively sensual mystery—working in tandem on his most sensitive areas was too much to bear. Julian’s breath hitched, his muscles tensing.

"I’m close..." he groaned, a ragged warning.

Emma didn’t pull away. Instead, she increased her pace, a determined "Mmm-hmm!" vibrating against him. Zoe, sensing the climax, looked up, her expression still oddly placid even as she offered herself.

That final image shattered his control. With a guttural cry, Julian’s release surged forth. It landed in warm, pulsing streaks across Emma’s delighted, upturned face and onto Zoe’s serene features, adorning their cheeks and chins.

Emma giggled, a breathless, triumphant sound, while Zoe simply closed her eyes for a second, a single, slow blink, accepting the result of their shared efforts before quietly reaching for a cloth.