Page 123 of His Juliet

Okay.

Start with what feels good.

Romeo tugged sharply on my hair. “Don’t overthink it.”

His possessive hold eased my anxiety, and I wrapped my hand around the base of his erection. It was warm and thick in my hand and my thighs clenched with the memory of how he’d stretched me last night.

I leaned in and licked a drop of precum off his tip. The taste was mild and salty. I hummed, leaning in to lick his entire length. The more I let myself explore, the more I relaxed. I eased his length into my mouth, my tongue playing with his piercing. Romeo swore loudly and his hold on my hair grew almost painful.

“Fuck, Juliet. That’s my good girl.”

His praise spurred me on, and I took him deeper.

“You like hearing that? You like hearing what a good girl you are for me? How much you please me?”

I moaned around him, growing even wetter as I took him deeper, tears streaming down my cheeks. My jaw ached with how thick he was, but his burning gaze made me never want to stop. He hit the back of my throat, making me gag and pull back.

“Shh,” he murmured, not letting me move off him completely. “Take a breath, angel.”

I did what he commanded, and he slowly pushed deeper. He was setting the pace now, using me for his pleasure, and I was completely under his spell.

“You’re going to swallow me down, aren’t you, pretty girl? That’s right, because you’re so perfect for me.”

I moaned and sucked harder, hollowing out my cheeks, and then he was spilling down my throat. My eyes watered and drops of cum spilled from my lips when I couldn’t swallow it down fast enough. He gathered it up with his thumb and roughly pushed it back into my mouth.

A wave of shyness hit me as our ragged breaths filled the air, but Romeo didn’t give me a moment to doubt myself. He quickly tucked himself back inside his pants and scooped me up off the floor. I clung to him as he headed into the bedroom and gently deposited me on the bed, crawling over my body until his nose bumped mine.

“That was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had.” His voice was rough and his eyes looked as dazed as I felt.

I doubted my somewhat clumsy effort was the best he’d ever had, but my lips twisted into a smile all the same. That was, until his words sank in with the reminder that he’d probably had dozens, if not hundreds, of women give him blow jobs. My expression transformed into a scowl fueled by pure jealousy.

I gripped his face. “I’m the only one who will be giving you blow jobs from now on.”

He didn’t grow angry or defensive at my claiming. Instead, he wore a self-satisfied smirk as he pressed a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose. “You own me, Juliet. Never doubt it.”

I brushed my lips against his and deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms and legs around his body and pulling him closer. I was still swimming in a sea of arousal, my pussy desperately empty as it clenched around nothing. “I need you.”

Romeo wasted no time thrusting his hand inside my underwear. His fingers made an embarrassing, wet sound when they dipped into my heat. He groaned, pressing his face to the crook of my neck. “My Juliet. All warm, wet, and slippery, ready for my cock.” He thrust three thick fingers inside me, curving them until my legs were shaking with pleasure.

And then his phone rang.

“Fuck, that’s Matteo’s ringtone.” I shot daggers at him as he grabbed his phone out of his back pocket.

And.

Answered.

It.

His fingers still filling me.

When his thumb brushed against my clit, I gasped. He gave me a stern look of disapproval, but didn’t stop teasing me and building my pleasure. I covered my mouth to keep myself from crying out as my orgasm grew closer.

“Fuck. Okay, I’ll meet them in the garage in five minutes.”

I was so close to coming I barely registered his words until his fingers left my pussy.

“No!” I grabbed his wrist, desperate for him to push me over the edge, but he was already getting off the bed.

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