18. Juliet #3
Nolan’s cock surges across my tongue at the same moment his warm breath fans over my pussy.
I jolt at the first sensation of his tongue stroking through my wetness.
I whimper around his length as he nuzzles into me, his lips and tongue moving around my soaked flesh.
He sucks, nips, licks, and drives me insane as his cock pushes farther into my mouth.
My hands latch onto his hips as he hits the back of my throat again. The heady taste of him—salt and arousal—flows into me. I moan around him and he drops his head back between my thighs, spreading them wide as he licks a path over my clit down to my hole.
For a moment, the world goes white as he comes back to my clit and latches his lips around it to suck hard . My hips jolt upward as pleasure and pain shoot through me.
Then, it’s game. Fucking. On.
Nolan fucks my face with a ferocity that illustrates just how he came to be the leader of the infamous Scorpion Kings.
With both hands gripping me tight, I can do nothing but hold on for the ride.
He thrusts and I choke, gagging on the rock-hard length of him.
As he takes me with animalistic thrusts, I hold on and revel in the feel of him eating me out.
He circles my clit with his tongue over and over again until my thighs start to shake. Spots dance in front of my vision. Everything goes blurry and I sob as more precum drips down the back of my throat. I choke and try to push him back as he slips into my throat once more.
Instead of freeing me or pulling his hips back, he pins me down with his body.
“Learn to breathe around it, Princess.” His words drift over me, a warning. “Because I’m not stopping—not even if you pass out.”
A thrill shoots down my spine, accompanied by the sharp tang of fear.
He doesn’t actually mean that, does he? He said he wouldn’t hurt me.
He doesn’t stop, though. Doesn’t offer any words of comfort.
He treats me like a whore and my thighs clench as he powers into my mouth, thrusting his length deeper.
I’m forced to swallow around him or throw up.
My nostrils flare as I suck in air. He chokes me on his cock, groans emanating from his chest and throat. A moment later, they’re muffled between my thighs as he dives down for more. His fingers join the fray as he slips first one and then two inside of me.
I’m on the cusp of coming undone and practically begging him with every lick and suck of my tongue and mouth for him to come first so that I can enjoy my own orgasm as it hovers just out of reach.
“Right there.” He gasps and I could scream when his tongue leaves my clit. “Fuck yes.”
His shaft pins my tongue to the bottom of my mouth and I grasp at his hips as he withdraws his cock until only the head rests inside before burying himself back down my throat.
With each invasion, my cunt squeezes around his invading fingers.
He adds a third, stretching my opening as his tongue laps up my juices and his lips suckle around my clit.
Wetness leaks between my legs. My thighs tighten, clenching over and over again, wanting to close but he keeps them pinned open.
White-hot need bubbles up in my core. Another whimper escapes as Nolan lowers his hips all the way down until the base of his cock is the only thing left out of my mouth.
I widen my mouth around his shaft, air choking from my lungs. Black dots dance in front of my vision. He holds me against him. I swallow around him, again and again. It hurts and yet, it’s so fucking hot being used like this.
“Fucking take me.” Nolan’s voice is reverent, deep, full of gravel. “Take me all the way and I’ll let you come. You want to come, don’t you, Princess?”
Want to come? I’m already there. So close, I can practically taste my release underneath the salty fluid coating my tongue. Nolan doesn’t stop, though, despite my lack of an answer.
His teeth nip my clit and I scream around his cock, eliciting a groan from him and a second nip. I gag, blinking past more tears as they descend down my cheeks.
My lashes flutter as the black dots grow steadily larger and the room turns the slightest bit fuzzy around the edges. Nolan doesn’t let up. He keeps me pinned to his bed, his cock filling my mouth and throat. Each swallow convulses along the length of his dick, earning more groans from him.
“You don’t even know how perfect you are,” he murmurs softly. I’m sure I can picture myself. Wet cheeks. Black mascara smudged around my eyes. Lips pulled so tight that they’re the slightest bit pale. Face reddened and flushed from trying to breathe around the monstrous size of his cock.
“Almost there,” he continues. “You’re doing so fucking good. Just keep breathing, Princess. Remember what I said—if you pass out, I’ll just keep going and you won’t get to come. You won’t get to see how crazy you make me. No one else. Just you. You make me lose control.”
A whine slips up my throat and is muffled by his cock.
His abs flex where they press against my tits, my hard nipples scraping over his hot skin.
Once again, he pulls himself slowly from between my lips.
I cough, gagging as he makes it past the entrance of my throat.
Spittle and saliva cling to him, coating him from base to tip.
I drag in lungfuls of air, sucking them down as fast as I can since I don’t know what he plans to do next. He hasn’t come yet and that means this isn’t quite over. Not yet.
“Take a breath, Juliet,” Nolan orders, his tone hard. “This is it.”
He maintains his hold on my legs and hips. “Are you going to make me come?” I demand, my voice raw from all his fucking.
I can hear the smile in his response even if I can’t see it. “I’m going to make you see fucking stars, Princess.”
The tip of his cock bobs in front of my face and I lick it, causing him to groan and curse. It’s easy to picture the two of us like this years from now. This passion. This desire. It’s not common. It can’t be. It’s too real, too raw.
I would kneel for this man. I would kill for him. There is no question whether or not he would do the same for me. I know he would. They all would.
I am the flame and they are the moths trapped in my fire. I crave the burn. If ash we must be, then ash we will become.
I am caught in Nolan’s grasp and I have no desire to get away.
“Open.” My sore lips part at the order.
He shoves his head inside and I focus on keeping my throat open.
After the raw fucking he’d done earlier, it’s a little bit easier as he slowly inserts himself.
Deeper and deeper until I’m back at the base.
I close my eyes and swallow purposefully as the head makes it past the final barrier of my throat.
Arching upward, I let him use my throat as his mouth worships at my core.
Nolan’s loud moan is music to my ears as it rumbles over my wet pussy.
His fingers thrust into me, over and over, as his mouth descends on my clit.
I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. At the same time, his thighs begin to shake.
The master of control breaks as he pushes himself all the way into my mouth, my throat.
Hot splashes of cum jet out from him. I whimper, my tongue rubbing at the underside of his shaft as he comes and comes, dripping straight into my belly. He fills me up until I’m uncomfortably full and still, I crave more.
When he finally lifts himself off me, I’m gasping for breath and he is too. The two of us lie out on the bed, our chests rising and falling as we try to come down from the mind-blowing release we both just had. After several minutes, Nolan groans as he gets up from the bed.
All of my energy is depleted. I barely register what he’s doing as he tugs on a pair of basketball shorts and leaves the room, coming back a short while later. It isn’t until a warm washcloth touches between my legs that I realize he’s cleaning me. I moan and try to push him away.
“Let me finish, almost done,” he says, not letting me stop him. Once he’s done, though, he doesn’t let up, but instead, forces me to sit and let him drag a t-shirt over my head.
A short while later, after another trip to the bathroom—or so I assume—he’s back and crawling under the covers and pulling me against his chest. My eyes flutter shut as his hand strokes up and down my back. My throat aches, but I also feel… relieved.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice nearly swallowed by the silence.
My brow pinches and I open my eyes, pushing away from his chest to look up at him. I don’t answer him.
“What?” His stroking stops. “Is it that hard of a question?”
Is it? Maybe. I’m not sure if it’s a question I can answer honestly because the fact is, I don’t know the answer.
It’s been so long since I’ve been ‘okay’ that I’ve forgotten what it feels like. But right now, in his arms, coming down off the high of that orgasm, I think I might be a little closer than I was before.
However nasty he gets, however depraved I am when we do shit like this—fucking him or his friends—no one has the authority to tell me what is okay and what’s not. Only I can make that decision.
Dropping my head against his shoulder, I sling one leg over his hip and cuddle closer. “I’m tired,” I mumble.
Nolan doesn’t respond for several long seconds, but neither does he pressure me to answer him. When his fingers return to their ministrations as they move up and down my spine in long, languid movements, I relax even more. Even if it’s just for now, he’s letting it go.