Page 32 of The Hate We Breathe
“You…” She gasps. “Fucking… asshole…”
The grin still playing at my lips doesn’t dim in the slightest. “Good job,” I tell her. “That was some of the best head I’ve ever gotten.”
I’ve hardly finished the words when Juliet dives on top of me, her hand going back and a fist sailing towards my face. Without thinking, I spin us both, slamming her back on the bed and grabbing her wrists before pinning them above her head.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, raising a brow. “Upset you haven’t gotten yours yet?” I trade both of her hands into one of mine.Naked and tense beneath me, her body is a canvas of all the dirty things I could do to her.
“No!” she snaps. “You damn near choked me to death on your fucking cock!”
I pinch one of her nipples, causing her to arch up as I roll the little bud between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re still alive,” I remind her. “You didn’t even pass out—but I bet if I held you down long enough, you would.”
The thought has merit. I can picture it—Juliet on her back, eyes rolled back into her head as I cupped both hands around her head and fucked her mouth hard enough for her to pass out. I wouldn’t kill her. Of course not. She never has to worry that I’d take things too far. I want to keep fucking her for years and years. I’ll take such good care of her. But I do want to push her past her limits and see how much she can take. I move to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. Between my legs, my dick twitches back to life.
“I thought Lex was the crazy one,” Juliet seethes.
“Crazy?” I hum in the back of my throat as I release her nipple and trail two fingers down the length of her stomach. “Maybe. Obsessed with you?” I lift my eyes to hers. “Definitely.”
Juliet opens her mouth to reply, but before she can I sink two fingers through her pussy folds and grin. “Well, well, well,” I murmur. “It looks like someone is claiming to be angrier than she is.”
When I remove my fingers and hold them over her face for her to see the juices coating them, she turns her cheek. Releasing her hands I grab her jaw and yank her attention back to me.
“Open your mouth,” I order even as I tighten my grip, pinching my fingers along either side of her jaw until she’s forced to. Then, I push the pussy juice covered digits inside. “Lick it off.”
I spread the wetness from her own cunt over her tongue with her glaring at me the whole time and her hands on my forearms, nails digging into my flesh in retaliation. I don’t mind. I’ll wear her marks with pride.
Maybe Iamjust as bad as Lex…
Her juices are gone sooner than I wish, but I’m already hard again and instead of going back for more to feed her, I’d rather feed myself.
“What are you doing?” she growls as I spread her legs and settle myself between them.
“What does it look like?” I shoot back as I reach between us and grip my cock by the base, lifting it up and slapping it lightly against her pussy.
“I don’t—” She doesn’t get a chance to finish. I settle the head of my dick against her opening and thrust. “Fuck!” she cries out as her hands slap at my chest when I bottom out inside of her, shoving my cock all the way until there’s not a single inch left. Through gritted teeth, Juliet pushes against me. “Asshole.”
Curse all she likes, she still hasn’t told me to stop. Juliet is a smart woman. She knows what she wants and as much as she refuses to admit it, she likes me like this. Overwhelming her until she can’t think of anything else, driving into her like an animal and filling her so full of my cock that it’s all she knows.
Pushing her legs wider, I leverage up on my knees, locking her knees over either arm as I begin to power into her. Her hands hit the mattress, fingers clutching at the sheets as I fuck her across the bed. Hard, rapid thrusts. Pulling almost completely out of the tight heat of her cunt only to thrust back inside with even more strength than before.
Her sharp cries are full of both pleasure and pain. She puts her hands out above her head when we reach the wall, and she uses them to keep herself from slamming into it as I keep fucking her.
Bare. Thick. Needing.
I’m going to bathe her cunt with my cum the same as I had with her throat.
“Nolan!” Juliet calls my name, arching up against the mattress as her breasts shake with each sharp plunge.
Dropping her legs, I reach for her with a snarl, needing more. She comes willingly, desperation riding the two of us hard. My mouth slams into hers, tongue tangling in wicked desire. I don’t even mind the flavor of my own cum as I kiss her. Because what lays beyond it is better—her.
“Don’t… stop… don’t… stop. Oh, fuck…” Juliet’s pleas and moans echo in my ears. I doubt even the end of the world would stop what I’m doing to her right now.
I grip her neck and turn, slamming her back down as she draws lines in my biceps from her nails. I rise over the top of her body, pinning it beneath mine as I lift one of her legs and spread it wide. Dim light pours in through the window, throwing a stream over her face and upper body. The expression she’s making is both pained and on the cusp of such ecstasy that I react with jealousy.
“God damn you, Juliet.” I hiss the curse and fuck her harder. My fingers squeeze the sides of her throat, cutting off the blood flow. She reaches up, latching on to my wrist with both of her hands, but there’s no stopping me now.
“You drive my fucking insane,” I tell her as I pin her leg between my chest and her body. Her ankle over my shoulder, the white flesh in biting distance. Turning my cheek, I nip her lightly and she jerks under me, not even my grip on her throat enough to stop her from the action.
I bare my teeth at her. “You did this,” I snarl. “To me, to us, to yourself. You walked into our damn lives and nothing has been the same since.”
