Page 63 of His Juliet

“Completely and utterly at your mercy,” he groaned, pressing his hard cock against me.

“Then take these off.” My words came out less like a command and more like a timid suggestion, but Romeo responded by kissing me deeply.

“Your wish is my command.”

When he settled back over me, it was his turn to leave a wet patch as he leaked precum on my stomach. Now I wished the lights were on so I could see him naked. Overcome by curiosity, I couldn’t stop myself from snaking my hand between us, my fingers circling his hard cock. Orbarelycircling because he was huge, much bigger than the vibrator I used. I ran my hand up and down the smooth, warm skin.

“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” Romeo thrust into my hand and my fingers brushed against something hard at the head of his cock. I froze. I was pretty sure I didn’t imagine it.

“Umm…”

He laughed. “Go ahead, feel it.”

I moved my hand until my fingers brushed against two small metal balls. “You’re pierced?” I squeaked.

“Mmm.” He ran his lips down the side of my face. “I promise it will feel good.”

“I’m not sure you’re even going to fit.”

“Oh Juliet, don’t you know by now? You were made for me.”

I was putty in his hands as the head of his cock teased my entrance. I expected him to press in, but instead he froze above me and swore. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

I blinked. Right, I should have been thinking about that. “I don’t either.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“I have an IUD.”

“I’ve tested negative for everything. I’ve always used a condom.”

The responsible thing would be to stop and wait until we had protection, but I felt like I would die if he wasn’t inside me in the next thirty seconds.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay?”

“I want you inside me.”

He groaned and I felt a stretch at my entrance as he pushed in the first inch. Romeo brushed his fingers through my hair as my muscles clenched. “Shh, there’s nothing to be worried about.” His thumb pressed against my clit. “You’re drenched for me. I’m going to slide into your needy little pussy, fill you up. I’m going to make you come so hard.”

He kept playing with me, fingers brushing against my clit, until my muscles released.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well for me.”

He pressed in another inch and his lips were against mine, swallowing my whine.

“You feel so fucking good.” His hips flexed, pressing in further. Every movement made tiny bolts of pain and pleasure shoot through me. I already felt so full I wasn’t sure how I was going to fit more.

His nose ran down my cheek and he kissed a line down my jaw. “Doing okay?” His voice and muscles were wound tight, like it was taking an enormous effort for him to hold back.

“I’m so full already,” I gasped.

His low chuckle vibrated through me. “You’re good for the ego.” His hand cradled my hip, pushing my leg higher and opening me up more. With a final, firm thrust, he fully seated himself inside me.

I cried out, a bolt of pain joining the pleasure at the stretch. I lay there, breathing hard, until I realized Romeo was murmuring praise. His face was pressed against mine, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m sorry, pretty girl. You’re okay. You’re doing so well. You took me all the way inside you like such a good girl.”

I waited for the panic, for my body to interpret these sensations as a violation, but it never came. I wrapped my arms around Romeo and pressed my face to his neck, breathing him in. Somehow, my body knew I was safe with him.

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