Page 49 of Black Hearts
Juliet might’ve looked up at me right then; hard to tell, since her back was to the glass. Shadows covered her face, but I could imagine her pretty features well enough. How her white skin had flushed, how her lips puckered in preparation, how the area between her thighs probably grew heated.
I needn’t say another word to her; she knew what I wanted her to do. She leaned her head forward, her tongue flicking out and running along the tip of my cock, swirling around it slowly in a drawn-out motion that made me groan.
Oh, Juliet might blush and act coy when sex was mentioned while the lights were on, but when no one was looking, when I took charge, she was anything but innocent.
She ran her tongue up the center of my tip, taking in the precum, and then she opened her mouth to take in my length. I let her take the lead for now, watching as my cock disappeared in that sweet mouth. She managed to pull a groan from me again when she began to bob along its length. Truly, I’d forgotten just how amazing it felt to have her mouth at my service.
It took everything in me to stand there and let her do as she pleased, to allow her to set her own pace. The moment I started fucking that mouth was the moment I wouldn’t be able to retain control; letting her have control, for now, was my way of controlling myself.
But the animal inside begged to be let out. It wanted to play. It wanted to fuck, and it would have its time soon enough.
Feeling that mouth move along my cock, I could easily close my eyes and picture Juliet’s naked body beneath mine, writhing in pleasure, lost in ecstasy. I could picture the way her legs quivered a bit when I filled her up a certain way, the moans that escaped her slender throat when I inched her toward the precipice of her pleasure.
Damn it. I needed to fuck this girl.
Unable to hold back any longer, my fingers tightened in her hair, my hips beginning to jerk. Juliet knew what this meant, and she stopped working on my cock to let me fuck that beautiful mouth.
I reamed into that mouth like I was fucking her pussy. I wasn’t gentle. Nothing about loving me was gentle; Juliet knew that much by now, and where she might’ve choked on my cock in the early days, now she could take it much better. It was a learning curve, I supposed.
The hand that had, until now, hung at my side went to tangle in her hair with the other, and I gripped her head tightly as I pumped my cock in and out of that mouth. With her tongue running along the underside of it with each thrust, with the tightness of her throat when I pushed deep inside, I could feel myself start to lose it.
No one made me unravel so quickly. No one could ever come close. Truly, there was no one else out there for me, other than Juliet.
I didn’t fight the orgasm, knowing we’d passed the point of no return. I simply held onto her hair harder, growling out, “Swallow me up, Juliet. Every last drop.” It was an order, one she could not fight, because I didn’t plan on pulling out of her mouth until I was certain she’d tasted everything I had.
Carnal pleasure exploded deep within me, my balls tightening just before my release. A gruff moan came from me as I slammed my cock deep into her throat, cum shooting out of my tip. She couldn’t swallow me while I was still inside her mouth, but I couldn’t pull out until the orgasm faded.
I staggered back once I was able to breathe normally again, releasing my hold on her head and watching as she swallowed and licked her lips. I pointed to the nearby couch. “On the couch, now.” Fucking her mouth wasn’t enough. No, if there was any hope of getting another few hours of sleep, I had to fuck her good and hard.
Juliet got up, doing as she was told, and after stepping out of my pants, I followed her over to the couch. She tried to lay down on it, but I grabbed her arm, stopping her short. She looked at me, uncertain of what I wanted her to do.
First thing was first, of course: I let go of her arm so I could yank down her fuzzy pink shorts. The next thing I did was yank open her shirt. She wore no bra, her tits on full display in the moonlight. The final thing that came off was her panties, and I struggled to not pay attention to the scabbing wound on her abdomen. She shivered once she was fully nude, but she wouldn’t stay cold for long.
“Arms braced on the back, knees on the cushion,” I commanded. “I want your ass facing me.”
She crawled onto the couch, got into the position I’d said. I hoped this would be a way to fuck her hard without hurting her stomach; I didn’t think normal doggy-style sex would be too good for her, but if she was braced on the back of the couch, it might be better.
I ran my hand over the smooth curve of her ass, drawing that same hand up along her spine until I reached the back of her neck, which I then grabbed. “Tell me if it hurts,” I whispered.
“I can handle some pain,” Juliet replied, breathless. My body leaned over hers. Her lips were parted, a little swollen, and I couldn’t help it. I had to get a taste of them for myself. I kissed her hard, sucking on her bottom lip before taking it between my teeth and giving her a soft bite. She seemed a little shocked at that, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t; my hand was still on the back of her neck, holding onto her with an ironclad grip.
Once I was satisfied with ravaging her mouth, I let her go, bringing my attention back to her round, supple ass. I dipped a finger between her thighs, drawing it along her folds, finding her slick entrance. Juliet trembled from my touch, gasping when I pushed that finger inside of her.
“So wet,” I murmured. “So ready for me.” I bent over her again, my finger still inside her pussy, and I began to rock that digit as I told her, “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for me.”
My sweet Juliet did so much enjoy being submissive when she wasn’t trying to prove herself to the world—or to me. When she surrendered, there truly was nothing sweeter.
“Take me.” Juliet whispered it so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.
“What was that?” My free hand went to hold onto her neck, curling around it in a way that was only a few rungs below choking. Stifling, enough to make her feel the pressure, but not enough to hurt her. When she repeated herself, louder this time, I increased the tempo of my finger-fucking and tightened my hold on her neck. “That could mean a lot of things, Juliet. I’m afraid you’ll have to be a little more specific.”
“I want…” I could feel her gulping under my grip. “I want you to—to fuck me.”
I couldn’t help but smirk at that. Only when she was really riled up did she swear. I found it oddly endearing. After all, swearwords were simply words with more feeling behind them. Sometimes they were all that could get the point across; no harm in using them.
And this particular situation definitely deserved a fuck.
“Good girl.” I pulled out my finger from her pussy, and the hand on her neck went up to her jaw and forced her to turn her head the other way. The finger that had just been inside her hovered inches from her lips, and she didn’t need me to say anything. She parted her lips, taking that finger in. Her tongue swirled around that finger much like it had done to my cock before I’d retaken control.
