Page 50 of Black Hearts
Good girl indeed.
Satisfied only when she’d licked my finger clean of her arousal, I returned my attention to her ass, letting go of her neck to spread those cheeks. My cock stood straight, still very much hard and ready to plunge inside of her. I didn’t need to guide myself. She was so wet and ready for me, my cock slid against her folds and slipped right in.
And, fuck, she fit me like a glove. Like a warm, tight glove made just for me. My top half shuddered when I filled her up, and I gripped her hips tightly. I stood on the floor behind her, and yet with her ass up in the air, her arms braced against the back of the couch, I still had to spread my legs a bit to get at the right height to go at her. Being so tall was a tool in the arsenal; made it easier to intimidate people, but for instances like this, it added extra steps.
I didn’t ease us into it. I started hard, and I kept at it hard. Her body swayed along with every thrust of my hips, and I think it was only due to my hands on her hips, fingers digging into her skin, that her arms didn’t give out completely. I had to brace myself on her body, just as she braced herself on the back of the couch.
She felt just as good as she always did, but this… being together right after having a dream that really bothered me, made me feel better. Juliet was here, she was alive, and I wasn’t going to let her go again.
She was mine, and if anyone tried to take her from me again, they’d get either a bullet in the head or a knife in the back. I wasn’t picky. I could go for either. Maybe both. Torture was always fun, or at least that’s what my siblings thought.
Juliet let out a soft moan as I rammed my cock into her, and the sound filled me with a certain type of pleasure I could only get from her. The sounds she could make were the stuff of your imagination; a simple sigh from her could set me off, unleash the animal inside. And when she moaned and tightened her inner walls at the same time?
Fuck. Whatever control I had left was gone.
The couch scraped against the floor as I went at her. We weren’t being quiet. If the others were awake, they certainly heard us going at it, but that didn’t stop me or slow me down one bit. Hell, if they decided to walk out here and came upon me fucking her like an animal, I wouldn’t stop. I wouldn’t care. They could fucking watch as I took her and made her mine once again. Every part of her was mine. I reminded her of that with each pump of my cock.
Thanks to her beautiful mouth pleasing me before the fucking began, I was able to go longer, let her inner core milk my cock for a much longer period of time. If she hadn’t swallowed a load of cum before, I didn’t doubt that I would’ve already exploded.
I had to remember to pull out once I felt it coming. As much as I wanted to fill up her core with my cum and watch it leak out of her pussy, I also knew she’d only just started taking her birth control tonight, after Theo had dropped them off—and done other things, but let’s not think of that right now.
No, I’d pull out when the time came, but until then, I would enjoy each thrust and each moan that came from her.
Juliet took everything I gave her. She did not complain, didn’t say my fucking was hurting her or aggravating her injury. She took my cock like a champ, and with every thrust of my hips, her tit swayed, pulled down by gravity. I slowed my rhythm just a bit, leaning over her and dragging my hands up her sides, curling around to cup those perky tits. I pinched her nipples, pawing at her, caressing her in a way that made her tremble even more.
“I can’t—” Whatever else Juliet was going to say, she couldn’t. It sounded as if she couldn’t think straight with my cock filling her up and my hands on her tits.
I didn’t stop. I kept at her. I kept fucking her, kept tweaking those pebbled nipples and making her squirm on my cock. She couldn’t do much, given the position she was in. The only thing she could do was take it.
Well, take it and come—because that’s what happened next.
Juliet had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out when the pleasure became too much for her to handle. She shook below me, her core spasming as the orgasm took hold. Juliet’s arms damn near gave out, and I had to hold her up with her tits until she was able to regain some control of herself.
My little bird. Such sweet sounds she could make.
Her pussy was so unbelievably lubricated with her arousal. It was like she could get fucked all night and her body could take it. Alas, hearing her unravel on my cock, feeling her orgasm, helped nudge me closer to my own.
And this time, unfortunately, I couldn’t spill my seed inside of her.
I jerked my hips back, pulling my cock out of her pussy mere moments before the pleasure became too much. I took a hand to my cock and gripped the base of it, pumping it along the length. Her ass was right there, in perfect position, so that was where I aimed.
A few pumps of my hand later, hot cum shot out of my tip, landing on her ass and her lower back. I was barely able to stay upright, too focused on watching my cum land on her skin in the shadows to brace myself for the way the orgasm took hold of me.
When it was done, I let go of my cock, staggering forward and scooping one of the cum shots off her ass. I wrapped my other arm around her chest, heaving her up. She knelt on the couch before me, her back leaning against my chest. She breathed hard, and she watched as I held the finger with cum in front of her lips.
Juliet parted her lips like a good little girl. I inserted my finger into her mouth and waited, feeling her tongue swirl around the digit.
I could keep going. We both could, but if we spent all night fucking, tomorrow would be a wasted day—and we had to meet with Oliver. I wanted to be coherent when I spoke with him, not sleep-deprived.
Although, if fucking Juliet was the cause of my sleep deprivation, it might be a trade-off I was willing to make.
“I think,” I struggled to stand there, holding her against me, my finger still in her mouth, “we should both try to get more rest tonight.” Even as I said it, it felt like a stupid thing to do, but if I had my way, Juliet would never wear clothes again. And as sexy as it would be, that was simply unrealistic.
I was slow in pulling my finger out of her mouth, a soft popping sound escaping her lips as I did so, and I let her go. She still had some of my cum on her ass and her lower back, what hadn’t been smeared on me when I’d brought her back to me, so she’d probably wash up before going back to bed.
Or maybe she wouldn’t. I think my girl enjoyed being marked as much as I liked doing it.
I let her go, and she was slow to turn around and stand on her own two feet. I bent to retrieve her clothes for her, and then I went to fetch my pants near the window overlooking the city, along with my tossed aside water bottle.
