Page 85 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I thread my fingers into the back of Swan’s hair and yank his head to the side. Then I even more daringly nip him back.

“Y-y-yes.” Swan’s eyes become dazed looking. “Bite me harder.”

I can’t.

It’s too dangerous.

Instead, I slip my hand down between us and wrap it around Swan’s cock like I’ve been fantasizing about doing for years.

Cocks do feel sort of like velvet.

Benedict was right.

I take my time exploring Swan’s cock, loving how he’s fighting falling apart under the touch of my small hand. He hisses and arches his back, while I run my hand up and down his shaft, before thumbing over the head.

When I circle the spot just beneath the glans, he whines.

So, he’s sensitive there. Something to remember.

I’d love to run my tongue over that spot again and again, until Swan comes from that alone. I can’t wait to hold his balls in my hand as well, before sucking them into my mouth one at a time.

They won’t both fit at once.

“I’m simply having fun playing with my gift,” I murmur.

Swan takes a shuddering breath. “But you haven’t discovered all its functions yet. If you press here…” He encourages me to slip my finger over the slit of his cock. He grits his teeth, then pushes my top up, exposing my breasts. “…this happens.”

Immediately, he’s teasing my breasts, as mercilessly as I’ve been teasing him.

He lowers his head to lick over one and then the other, flicking his tongue over my nipples, until they peak.

I writhe in ecstasy.

“When we’d rehearse in the abandoned practice room,” Swan whispers, nibbling my peaked nub and making me gasp, “I’d imagine that as we danced, you’d whisper my name, before confessing how much you’d always loved me. Then I’d cradle you in my strong arms, tear open your leotard and tights, and fuck you as we danced like you werebeggingme to.”

I moan in delight at the image. “I did confess that I loved you.”

I raise my arms to his shoulders.

“I know. But you didn’t beg me to fuck you.” He raises his head to kiss my lips. “Beg me now.”

“Why don’tyoubegmeto let you fuck me?”

I expect him to snarl, but he doesn’t.

Instead, Swan’s expression softens. “Can’t you tell that I’ve been begging you with every look? Touch of my hand? Every time that I’ve held you as we’ve danced? I want you so fucking much, my Queen. I always have.”

I meet his tender gaze. “Show me.”

With a growl, Swan shoves down my pajama bottoms, before sliding one hand to rub my pussy.

I’m breathing hard. My pulse is roaring. I feel like I’m about to fall off a cliff.

But that’s exhilarating because no matter how high it is, I know that Swan will be at the bottom to catch me.

“I love how wet you always are for me.” Swan raises his fingers to his mouth and licks the slick off them. “I can’t wait to taste you — all of you.”

I flush, shivering. “I need you.”

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