Page 35 of Black Hearts
Her clit was swollen now, to the point where any time I sucked on it, she whimpered. I was unrelenting in my assault on her pussy, on her clit, and I’d bet anything it only took her so long because her body had been so accustomed to pain ever since leaving the Scott estate. Having an orgasm could not be more different than being stabbed.
But I got her. I got my Juliet to come. Was there ever any doubt?
Juliet’s body began to shake, her thighs clenching around the sides of my head. She let out a sound I recognized, and the moment I heard that sound, I went at her harder, lapping at her slick and her juices, swirling my tongue along the side of her clit. Her whole body tensed, a moan coming from her, a moan I felt in my very soul.
My cock ached to be inside her, but I wanted her to come once more for me. I didn’t stop my tongue from its work on her clit when I moved a finger along her slit. So fucking wet for me. My Juliet was practically dripping, and my finger slid inside of her quite easily, filling her up in a way that would be put to shame once my cock came in the picture. But my finger would do its job, for now.
I fucked her with my finger while I sucked on her clit, and Juliet was nothing but goo. She breathed hard, moaning every so often, her skin flushed and hot. I knew when I hit the right spot with her, for every time her pussy clamped down on my finger, her inner walls trying to milk it like it was my cock.
Her second orgasm came almost immediately after the first, and when it came, it rocked every part of her body. The cry that left Juliet’s lips this time put all her other moans to shame, the muscles in her legs spasming uncontrollably. She sounded like she was in heaven, and I relished the fact that I brought her to feel such pleasure.
It in no way made up for my sins against her, but it was a start.
I lifted my face off her, well aware that her slick probably coated my stubble, but I didn’t care. We met eyes, and though Juliet stared at me with a half-lidded stare, I knew she was hungry for the rest of me, for my cock, for my body to shroud hers in its embrace.
Getting off her, I worked to tear my clothes off. This time, I wasn’t neat and controlled as I took off my shirt or my pants or what sat underneath. I had one goal in mind, and I wanted to bury myself between her legs again as soon as possible. Her pussy waited for me, that sweet, delicious, tight cunt sat ready for my cock and the pounding it would get.
My clothes off, I crawled on top of her once more, positioning my cock between her legs, which she’d left open for me. I took a hand to her neck, angling it upward at me, still gentler with her than I usually was. There were instances when pain could mix with pleasure, but I didn’t want now to be one of them.
This was the first time we would be together in… I couldn’t even remember. How wrong was that? I’ll tell you: very fucking wrong. I never wanted to go this long without her and her pretty little body ever again. To do so was the worst kind of torture for me.
Our eyes locked, her lips parting, and I knew it right then. I might dominate her, I might control her in more ways than one, but the person who held the reins was not me. Juliet did. She had changed me from the moment we met, drew the psychotic obsessiveness that ran through my family’s blood out, and refused to let go. And you know what?
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I did not tear my eyes off her as I pushed my hips down. My cock needed no aid to slide inside of her, and I filled her up inch after inch. A ragged breath came from me, along with a sharp gasp on her side. She felt so fucking good. That pussy clamped around my cock like it was its job, tight and wet, warm and eager. Her body was made for mine.
The hand around her neck squeezed a little harder, just hard enough to show her that I still owned her heart, body, and soul. As I gazed down at her, I began to thrust my hips, spearing her with my cock. Juliet, for her part, didn’t so much move as she simply whimpered and cried out when I filled her core up to the brink. Still riding the high of those orgasms, probably.
I hoped whatever she was given at the hospital wasn’t wearing off, because now that my dick was in her, the absolute last thing I wanted to do was pull out and end this before finding my release inside her.
Though her body had been through the wringer thanks to her no-good father, it took everything I gave. Juliet didn’t stop me, didn’t tell me that I was going too hard or it hurt too much. The bed we were on may have rocked, but it didn’t pound against the wall; I was no animal, even though I craved to let loose on her.
There would be time enough for a wilder fucking, once she was healed and less traumatized. For now, this would have to do.
I breathed out as I bore my hips down, my cock jerking inside of her cunt. I tried to keep my top half from leaning down on her stomach, but it was hard. All I wanted to do was pin her down, feel her squirm against me, and listen to those sweet moans of hers fill the air.
“You feel fucking amazing,” I whispered. “You’re never leaving my side again.” My hand around her throat tightened once more. “Do you understand? Never. You’re mine, Juliet. Mine, just like I told you from the beginning.” It grew more difficult to speak with each passing thrust of my hips. Loosening my grip, I added, “I want to hear you say it.”
The innocent, naive Juliet that Jaxon had brought to me all that time ago would’ve fought me. She would’ve stared up at me with defiant eyes and dared me to make her say it. As innocent and meek as she was, she had a feistiness deep down. She would’ve fought me from fucking her like this.
But this wasn’t the same Juliet. She’d seen so much, learned so much. She was a different girl, and yet she was still mine.
“I’m yours,” she murmured the words out, her eyelids shutting as I slammed my cock into her a bit harder than before. A moan left her, and I knew that was the best I’d get from her. I let her lose herself in the actions my body took against hers.
Fuck. She felt so good. I could hardly think straight.
My Juliet. My girl. Mine, mine, mine. How could I not think thoughts like those when I was with her? The last thing on my mind was sharing her with the others—but deep down, I knew I couldn’t go back on my word. Juliet might be mine, but I’d put her through the wringer. I’d put her through so much; I could step back and let her have the others.
I wouldn’t be happy about it. I might be ticked off when I thought about it or saw them together, but that wasn’t a far cry from how I was on a good day, anyway.
I could do it. We could do this. I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to let Juliet go again.
Juliet’s inner core tightened around my length, drawing out a low moan from me. Every part of me was on fire thanks to her, my balls slapping against her ass with every slam of my cock into that pussy, and they ached for a release.
I was ready to come. I wanted to lose myself in her and let pleasure take control, but I also knew I should probably pull out, since she hadn’t been at the estate, dutifully taking her nightly pills.
But, fuck it, I didn’t want to. I wanted to come inside her pussy, coat her inner walls with my cum. I wanted to mark this girl’s body as mine in the most intimate, carnal way. I could always run to the store and get her another morning after pill later.
