Page 117 of Renegade Rift

Her eyes shoot up to mine, but all it takes is an encouraging nod, and she’s back to looking at my dick like it’s her next meal.

Ever the over achiever, Juliet leans in and licks my shaft from root to tip before following my directions and sucking the head between her lips.

“Fuck,” I exhale, my entire body vibrating with the sensation of her warm mouth on me. “Just like that.”

Her lips widen into a smile around my cock, and my words give her confidence. She opens them and slides my length into her mouth. Bobbing her head, she takes a little more each time until I’m hitting the back of her throat.

“Slow down, love,” I breathe, trying to keep some semblance of control. “It’s not about how much you can take. It’s what you do with it.”

She hums her understanding and I fall forward, bracing myself on the window. “Jesus, fuck. Yes. Exactly like that.”

Juliet hums again, but this time I swear it’s more of a laugh.

“That’s it. Now, stroke the underside with your tongue as you take me in your mouth. Vary your speed. Swirl your tongue around the tip. Tease me until I’m ready to break.”

It won’t take much. I’m virtually on the verge of being there.

Eagerly, Juliet follows my instructions like a pro. As she goes, she gains more confidence, taking her time and exploring every inch of me like I’m the eighth wonder of the world. Then she surprises me by doing exactly what I told her not to and takes me all the way into her mouth, swallowing around the tip until tears gather at the corners of her eyes and her throat constricts with the need to choke.

“Fucking hell, Juliet.” I gasp, my eyes rolling back as my hand tightens on the window. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to be gentle with you. I’ll fuck your face until I’m coming down your throat.”

She pops off my cock and smiles up at me, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. “I want you to do that.”

I reach down and use my thumb to wipe away her tears. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

She nods her enthusiastic consent, but I need the words.

“Tell me what you want, Juliet.”

“I want you to fuck my face.” She smiles sweetly. “Please.”

And how the hell am I supposed to say no to that?

Sliding my hand back, I gather her hair in my fist. “Open.”

She does, and sticks her tongue out so it’s just below my dick, silently begging me to use it as a throne.

So, I do. Slowly. Sensually. I run the head of my cock over her tongue until she’s meeting every thrust with one of her own.

“Are you wet, love?”

She squirms, pressing her thighs together, and nods.

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

Again, she nods.

“Good. Because I’m going to fuck your face now, and I want you to stick your hand in your panties and rub your clit, so that when I come down your pretty little throat, it’s to the sound of you also coming undone.”

Her glassy eyes go wide, and she lets out a soft whimper.

“Do you understand?”

Another nod.

“Good girl.”

I glance up at the stadium, so lost in Juliet that I forgot where we were.

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