Page 134 of Renegade Rift

“And we only come together.”

“Exactly.” He lets out a sigh of relief.

He thinks he has me, but tonight I want it all.

I want his come painting the inside of his boxers. I want to bring him back to hard with my mouth. And I want to watch as his cock impales me in long fluid strokes.

I need this.

Because this is just as much about finding myself as it is seeing where this goes with Ford. And I’m ready to take back this part of me.

Which is why I swing my legs one at a time over his hips, resting on my knees and lower my panty clad pussy onto the outline of his cock.

“Juliet,” he warns.

But it doesn’t stop me. I roll my hips up and down the length of him, giving us both the delicious friction we so desperately need. “If we’re going to come, then we come together, baby.”

“Fuck,” Ford groans. “This isn’t how—Juliet, the only place I plan on coming tonight is—shit, I didn’t even ask you if you’re on birth control.”

“I am,” I rasp, rolling my hips again over his length.

“I’m clean.”

“Me too,” I say and lean in, whispering against the shell of his ear. “So, tell me, where are you planning on coming?”

“Inside you,” he growls, wrapping his arm around my torso as he lifts his hips and runs the tip of his cock over my clit. “As long as you let me, it will always be inside you.”

That shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I find myself whispering, “Yes, please.”

Ford’s hand drops away, and I brush my thumbs back and forth over his nipples, scraping my nails over the tightened peaks in time with the thrust of my hips.

I drink in the sight of him as he tips his head back. Sweat sheens over his brow and his throat bobs as his hands take purchase on my thighs. He’s doing his best to keep it together, taking care not to dig his fingers too deep into my flesh.

Ford like this—moments away from coming undone—is magnificent. I wonder if he knows what a gift it is to see him this way.

It’s not a memory I’ll soon forget.

I thrust my hips again, finding the rhythm and angle that forces my clit against his length as I continue to toy with his nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.

Who would have thought nipples would be Ford’s undoing?

“I’m really close,” Ford pants, pistoning his hips. “Please, love, don’t stop.”

Good thing I have no intention of doing so.

“Come with me, baby.” The endearment surprises me as it rolls off my tongue, but I find I like it. And if the way Ford moans is any indication, he does too.

I quicken my pace, chasing my pleasure and pushing Ford towards the precipice of his. His abdomen tightens below my hands, and I know he’s right there with me.

One final thrust is all it takes for his body to shudder.

Two thrusts more and I’m there too.

Ford arches his back, pushing his chest up in a beautiful offering. I lean forward and take his nipple in my mouth and suck hard, lashing the tip with my tongue as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Fuuuck,” Ford groans. “Juliet, yes.”

It’s only after the last quivers of bliss have vacated my body that I fall flat against Ford’s chest. He immediately wraps his arms around me and threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.

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