Page 136 of Renegade Rift
And God do I want to.
Usually, I have a one-track mind when it comes to fucking. It was sex—nothing more and nothing less. But with Juliet, it goes beyond that. I want to make love to her body. I want to find out what thrusts make her shudder and what angles make her cry out my name.I want to be buried so deep inside her we have to question where she ends, and I begin.
“Lose the bra,” I order as I hook my fingers in the waist of her thong and yank the fabric down her legs.
She arches her back and reaches under, unsnapping it in one fluid flick of her fingers before she shrugs it off, revealing her rosy pink nipples.
I almost lean in and return the favor of sucking her soul through them, but I refrain because, while I love her breasts, her pussy is my second home.
Tugging off my dirty boxers, Juliet licks her lips as my cock bounces free.
“Please, Ford,” she whines, squirming under my gaze.
I lower myself onto my elbows and shimmy between her legs so my lips are inches from her slick folds. “Begging isn’t going to help you this time, love.” Not when her pussy lips are parted and glistening right in front of me. But fuck do I love when she begs. “But I’ll tell you what. Give me everything you’ve got—I mean, suffocate me until you are on the edge—and I promise I’ll make your pussy sing with my cock.”
She shivers. Actually shivers, followed by a whimpered, “Deal.”
God, I love bartering with her.
I flatten my tongue and part her lips, savoring the moan that escapes when I flick her clit and the way she arches her back, thrusting her tits in the air.
“That’s it, love,” I purr against her pussy. “Play with your nipples. Imagine they’re my hands rewarding you for being such a good girl.”
She takes the tight nubs between her fingers, rolling them in time with the laps of my tongue on her slit.
“Yes,” she mutters between soft mewls. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Her sounds and words spur me on, making my heart race and my dick pulse with need. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of those sounds.
Juliet whines as I slip a finger inside her, and her thighs whip up, cradling my head between them.
Yes, love. That’s it. Smother me.
As if she can read my mind, Juliet tangles a hand in my hair and presses my face to her pussy, bucking her hips against my lips.
Adding a second finger, I curl them and flutter against the spot most men pretend to understand but only ever dream of finding.
“Fuuuck,” Juliet cries out. “Ford, I’m close. So close.”
I hum against her clit, dreaming of the way her tight pussy is going to strangle my cock as she comes undone.
“Almost there, love. Just hold on for me a little longer. I’m almost hard.”
It’s a bold face lie—I’m painfully hard and curled up so my cock doesn’t accidentally brush the pillows and unload itself—but I want her to wait. I want Juliet to explode when I take her. I need her to feel my soul bleed for hers. Because once this happens, I’m not sure I can go back.
Fuck, why am I thinking about this?
Tomorrow.
Grown-up decisions tomorrow.
I work my lips and tongue in time with my fingers, and she pushes back with her hips, desperate for release.
“I can’t—I can’t stop it,” she pants.
I act quick, pulling my fingers from her and sliding between her legs. I drop my cock on her pussy, savoring the gasp as the tip lands on her clit.
Juliet’s eyes lock with mine. “Please.”
