Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“What’s the matter, Judge?” She twists her neck to look back at me. “You don’t want someone touching what’s yours? Temporarily, I might add. Can’t stomach the idea of me getting off on someone else’s dick? Get the fuck off me!”
I look around, half mad with rage and jealousy and God knows what, and see her lotion on the nightstand. I reach for it, keeping hold of her wrists as I do, and flip the top open.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks when I squeeze a healthy amount onto her lower back.
I undo my belt and slacks, pushing them down only as far as I have to in order to free my cock. Scooping up the lotion, I smear it over my dick, then lift her by her hips, digging my fingers into tender flesh to keep her in position. I push her knees apart with my own and look down at her.
“I’m giving you what you want,” I tell her.
“At least be honest with yourself. You want it, too. You want me. The difference between us is that you can’t stand yourself for it.”
I don’t answer her. Instead, I brush my thumb over her tight hole. She stiffens. But it’s when I push against it that her eyes go wide and she realizes how I intend to take her.
“Judge!”
I meet those eyes with a grin. “Try to relax.” I release her wrists and grip her ass cheeks, splaying her wide. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. “It’ll be easier for you to take me in your tight little ass if you relax.” I shift my gaze back to hers. “And you will take me. All of me.”
“Judge, you can’t—”
She sucks in a breath as I guide the head of my cock into her. She’s tight. Too tight.
“You’ll tear me in two!” She fists the sheets. I think she’s trying to crawl away.
I slap her hip. “I said relax.” I push in, resisting the urge to thrust into her, groaning at the tight squeeze of her passage on my cock.
“Oh, God. I can’t. I…”
I slip one hand around to her clit as I push deeper, watching my cock disappear inside her.
“You’re going to kill me,” she manages more quietly.
Leaning over her, I bite the curve of her shoulder. “I’m going to make you come hard, little monster.” With that, I thrust into her, unable to hold back any longer.
She cries out, and I have to haul her hips back up. I draw out and thrust again.
“Please!”
“Shh. You can take me, Mercedes.” I make myself still and rub her clit, savoring the feel of her.
She lays her cheek down with a moan in a sort of surrender.
“Good. That’s good. Just relax.”
Her slickness coats my fingers, and all I can think is I need to come inside her. I need it. She whimpers, and I lay my body over hers and kiss her temple, holding her tight to me. Her eyes go glassy. I kiss her cheek, her eyelid, the corner of her mouth as I feel her from the inside, owning her.
“It feels… I’m going to come,” she manages, her breath catching. Gripping a handful of hair, I haul her up so her back is to my front. She closes her hands over my thighs, murmuring words I can’t make out as I kiss her, continuing to push into her.
“Do you feel what happens to me when I’m inside you? What you fucking do to me? The thought of that man touching you, of any man touching you, makes me fucking crazy.”
Her gaze flicks to mine, and she licks her lips.
“But you like hearing that, don’t you, little monster?” I close my teeth over the pulse at her neck, then push her back down onto her hands and knees and watch myself fuck her, taking this other piece of her.
She whimpers, then closes her eyes and begins to meet my thrusts. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Sweat from my forehead drips onto her back, and I want to fuck her like this all night. Because it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. I’ll never get enough of her. And when she fists the sheets and shudders around me, the tremors are too much, and I come too, pinning her with my weight and holding her tight as I empty inside her.
When it’s over and we’ve stilled, both of us panting, I push the hair from her face and kiss her temple, which is damp with sweat. I listen to her breathe, lifting some of my weight off her.
She mutters my name, the sound sad. A little broken.
I pull out slowly, and she trembles when I lift off altogether. I put the blanket over her and go into the bathroom to wash up and return with a warm washcloth. I sit on the bed beside her and clean her. She’s quiet and still.