Page 77 of Black Hearts
She couldn’t say anything, mostly because of the knife in her mouth, but she did manage to make a sound that told me it felt just as good for her. Her arms locked around my neck.
I didn’t need anything else. My pace picked up, and I fucked her hard, grunting as my midsection got to work. Every so often her pussy would tighten around my cock, as if it was worried I’d pull out, and each time that happened, I let out a low groan. I couldn’t help it. It felt that good.
Juliet was a trooper. She took every thrust, every pounding of my cock, and she didn’t drop the knife. She held onto it with her teeth, though soft, feminine moans escaped her now and then. She clung to me like I was her lifeline, and I soaked her up. Every inch of her, all that smooth, soft skin, mine for the taking. That pussy was life.
I’d gotten so worked up from the hunt that I couldn’t hold myself back for long. My cock plunged into her cunt with wild abandon, and I could feel myself starting to lose it. Never had I wanted to push off an orgasm more.
Like, fuck, we’d just started. I hadn’t had enough yet. I needed more.
I jerked my hips back, pulling my cock out of her pussy. My length throbbed with the need to be back inside her, and I would be very soon… just not her cunt. I tapped her leg, signaling to her that she could unwrap them from my waist and stand on her own, while at the same time, I took the switchblade from her mouth.
Taking a fumbling step backward, I said, “Get on your knees, Juliet.” Watching her do as I said, watching her listen to my command… I think I understood why Markus got off on it. There was nothing hotter than knowing Juliet was submitting.
Juliet lowered herself to the ground, kneeling between me and the tree. I took the switchblade and traced it along her jaw, and then I took hold of her hair on the back of her head and forced her mouth around my cock. Well, forced was probably the wrong word to use, since Juliet was oh so willing to take me in however she could.
She didn’t seem to care that she could taste herself on my cock. The feeling of her tongue running along the underside of it was something else. Fucking goosebumps rose on my arms, a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature sweeping down my spine. There was seriously nothing better than this.
With one hand on the back of her head and the other gripping the switchblade, I moved her head at the pace I wanted. I let her suck the tip for a while before plunging into her throat deeper. The change of pace held off the orgasm that had built earlier, and I focused on the way her wet, warm mouth felt as she sucked me off.
Holding back, stopping myself from face-fucking her like I wanted to, was hard. One of the hardest fucking things, because all I wanted was to take full control and let loose a spray of cum in her mouth, make her taste me and swallow me up… and then lay her down on the forest floor and fuck her again—and this time I wouldn’t explode right away.
There was truly nothing else in the world like it. Having Juliet on her knees before me, taking me in that sweet, soft mouth. There were no words. It made me so horny, just seeing her in the shadows before me.
Juliet let out a muffled hum of a sound, and that sound ignited something within me, something primal. My chest heaved and my hips thrusted, pushing my cock into her mouth. As long as I’d tried to hold back, I couldn’t anymore. I was going to fuck that pretty little mouth into oblivion, until those lips were swollen and raw.
Instead of guiding her head along my cock, I held her head steady and went at her at my own pace, my cock plunging into that supple mouth over and over. I grunted, unable to stop the orgasm this time. It took hold of me like a shockwave, and I speared deep into her throat as the first wave hit me. Hot cum shot out of me like a fucking fountain, and I emptied myself right in her mouth without giving her a warning.
She struggled to swallow me, but she swallowed. She swallowed every single drop I gave her like a good girl, and for a split second I wished there was just a little bit more light so I could’ve watched her do it. Nothing sexier than a girl swallowing your load like it was candy.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, letting go of her hair. In one fluid movement I lowered myself to her level, spun her around so that she wasn’t so close to the giant tree and its trunk, and lay her down on the ground.
Juliet shivered when I ran my switchblade down the center of her tits, all the way to her pussy, which I knew throbbed with a need for my cock. “Are you ready to feel me inside of you again, Juliet?”
All she could do was whimper out, “Yes.”
It was all I needed. I crawled up her body and pushed my cock into her once more. It was like I was coming home, her cunt ready for me. So wet and wanting, and right now, all mine.
I fucked her long and I fucked her hard. I fucked her until I was out of breath, and then I fucked her some more. Every thrust, every pump of my cock, was fucking heaven, and I never wanted to leave. This was where I wanted to be. Right here, with Juliet. Nothing and no one would make me walk away. Not fucking Markus. Not fucking Jaxon or Will or Theo. I needed her too much.
My body pressed down upon hers. I could feel her tits swaying with every hard thrust of my hips, and when I hit her just right, Juliet moaned and grabbed my sides, digging her nails into my skin. Her body would take my cum a second time, and then I’d do a little something for her.
And then I’d do more for me.
Whatever temperature the air was didn’t matter anymore now. I was hot. She was hot. Together, we burned hot as hell and there was no stopping us. I fucked her until the familiar tightening in my balls arrived, and then I fucked her harder, drawing out my second orgasm of the night. And this time, when I emptied myself, it was right into her pussy when my hips bore down. Pleasure threatened to swallow me whole, and I almost let it.
But, even with my cum inside her, my job wasn’t quite done.
I pulled away from her, my cock following suit, and I knelt between her spread legs, bringing the knife back to her pussy. I didn’t need to run my fingers along that slit, didn’t need to plunge them inside of her to know that she was wet with the evidence of both our arousal, and it was that arousal, my spent cum, that would help lubricate the handle of the switchblade.
I didn’t warn her; I simply gripped the blade and pushed the handle into her core, fucking her with it. It came in and out easy, a sign of just how turned on she was. She gasped and moaned, starting to writhe.
“Come for me,” I egged her on. “Come on my blade. Show me just how much of a dirty girl you are, Juliet.” Her hands dug into the ground below, her back arching somewhat as I picked up the pace with the knife. I brought my other hand to her clit, circling it and toying with it using my other thumb, just to help bring her to her brink.
That must’ve sent her overboard, too much bodily sensation for her, because in the next moment, she let out a cry that put all her other sounds to shame. Her body trembled, her muscles spasming uncontrollably, and her core tightened around the handle of the knife. She came in a rush, and even in the shadow of night, it was a beautiful thing.
“Good girl,” I praised her, slow to take the knife out of her. And, would you look at that? I was careful this time; didn’t cut my hand to hell fucking her with it. See? I was growing. “We’re not done yet, though.”
The handle of the switchblade was covered in cum and slick. I had something else in mind, something I didn’t know if Juliet had ever done with anyone else.
