Page 31 of The Hate We Breathe
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NOLAN
The hot, wet heat of Juliet’s mouth engulfs my dick. Every muscle in my body clenches tight the second her tongue flicks out, moving along the length of my shaft. A growl rumbles inside of my throat.
It’s been a long goddamn day. School. Practice. The fucking photos. Darrio. All I’d wanted to do when I got home tonight was strip and crash. Now, though…
Shoving my boxers the rest of the way off my hips, I lift up and her mouth pops off my dick for the briefest of seconds as I get the material down and off my legs. The second I sit back up, her head bends and she’s back at it again. I suck in a sharp breath as her lips gently kiss the head and then she swipes her tongue over the pearling bead of liquid there.
I grip her hair in a fist and yank her face up, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t tease me, Princess,” I warn her. “Not tonight.”
Her grin is wicked and more than a little dangerous. Juliet isn’t the type of woman to cave to demands and caution is only a suggestion to her. Another growl penetrates the otherwise silent house.
“I mean it,” I tell her, tightening my hold. “If you refuse to leave me to my own fucking mind tonight and you want this—then you’ll take everything I give you. Even if it means you push me over the edge. I won’t stop if you regret it.”
In response, Juliet’s tongue flicks out and against the head of my dick again. A bolt of pure, unadulterated lust shoots up my spine. Fine, then. She’s made her decision. There will be no backing out now.
Nudging her forward with my grasp in her hair, I speak. “Open those fuck-me lips, Jules. You want to suck me? Then, do it. Take me inside.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. Her mouth parts, lips spreading around my cockhead before she slowly sinks down the length. I hiss through my teeth as the heat and wetness of her mouth envelops me all over again.
Tight. Volcanic. Fucking perfect.
A groan works its way up my throat. My hold on her hair loosens and moves down to the nape of her neck. I cup her there, pulling her in closer. When she hums, the vibrations of the noise wrap around my cock, and it feels so fucking good that I almost see stars.
“Fuck…” I breathe the word as she rises, head bobbing as she sucks against my cock, tongue stroking over the sides.
Her cheeks hollow out around the shaft as she focuses on trying to suck my damn soul out through the head of my dick.Jesus fucking Christ.
The curl of her lips at the edges tells me she knows what she’s doing to me and she’s enjoying it. I don’t necessarily mind her getting off on sucking my cock, but the smug satisfaction in her eyes when they flick up every so often to meet mine grates on my nerves. I watch her carefully, keeping my fingers pinched on her nape as she moves.
Up and down. Up and down. Back and forth. Slowly, then fast, then slow again. Juliet’s smaller hand grips the base, holding tight as she laves affection along my length. The wetsuckling sounds of her mouth on me fill the room, a filthy symphony.
When she moves to lift off me, I don’t let her. Her eyes flash back up to mine and a cruel smile spreads across my lips. I arch a brow.
“Problem, Princess?” I ask. “You’re not getting tired, are you?” She glares at me and that only serves to amuse me even more. “I haven’t even come yet.” I push insistently against the back of her head, shoving her down a few more inches until her eyes bulge and her throat locks around me.
My ass clenches, but after a beat, I breathe slowly through my teeth and return my attention to her. “Swallow me down to the root,” I dare her.
Her eyes glance down to the base she’s holding and then back to mine. I repress the urge to bark a laugh at the look she gives me—eyes wide and brows up as if asking if I’ve lost my damn mind. Because, yeah, I’m definitely not average.
“You can do it,” I assure her, gently nudging the back of her head until she slides down another half inch. Each one leaves feelings of needles stabbing into my spine. The impending orgasm that threatens to overwhelm me is quickly coming upon me.
Reaching around with my free hand, I arch my head back and grip her tight. “Suck my cock, Princess,” I order. “Or I’ll fuck your throat like I don’t give a shit about you.”
Hell, I might do it anyway. The vise-like grasp her mouth has on me is too much. I can feel the brink of orgasm right there—I’m on the edge, but I want to bury myself all the way in her before I go.
In response, Juliet’s teeth scrape ever so lightly along my shaft. I laugh, chest rumbling with the sound and shoulders shaking, but I don’t pull off.
“Are you threatening to bite me?” I ask, looking back down. I grin when she just glares at me, her mouth too full of cock to reply. She waits, as if she expects me to release her. I don’t. “It’ll be worth it,” I say instead, right before I push her down.
Her eyes go wider than before and her hands slap at the insides of my thighs, but it’s too late. I groan as I arch up, feet flat on the floor. It’sright… fucking… there…
Throwing my head back, a guttural sound echoes up out of my mouth as she sinks all the way down to the root of my cock. Shaking. Fire dancing beneath my skin. I pant through my orgasm when it finally slams into me with all of the force of a bullet train.
The sharp pain of nails digging into my skin barely detracts from the pleasure erupting from me as I empty my balls into her open throat. Unable to do anything else, Juliet is forced to swallow. Again and again, her throat muscles work around my shaft and cockhead as she gags against my length. The contract and release are enough to pry every last drop from my balls. I dump it all into her, relishing every second.
When it’s finally over, I release her and gasp for breath, sinking back on the bed. She yanks herself from my lap and up and off the floor, coughing and hacking.
