Page 52 of King of Justice

Sophie came undone around me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I tasted her release. Once her breathing evened out, I gave her one final look and lifted my head up. She was covered in sweat, and her arms were quivering. She glanced down at me, and our eyes met, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. My lips lifted into a smile, and I rose up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on me.

Her answering moan sent shivers racing up and down my spine.

Slowly, I propped myself up on my elbows and cupped her face in my hands. I ran my fingers along her smooth skin, stopping at her center before I traveled back up to her neck. With a sigh, I stroked her neck and struggled to hear past the pounding of my own heart. Then, I sat up and wrenched my lips away. With me looming over her, Sophie’s expression changed into one of pure hunger, and she tugged on her restraints again.

“Are you done punishing me yet?”

I smirked. “Not even close.”

With that, I positioned myself at her entrance and in one quick thrust, I was inside of her. She cried out and wrapped her legs around me, drawing me closer. I placed my hands on either side of the headboard and bit back a growl. She lifted her hips up off the mattress and ground against me. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her mouth up to mine. I smiled against her mouth and drew away. Without warning, I flipped her onto her back and lifted her up, so her ass was in the air. Sophie propped herself up on her elbows and glanced over her shoulders at me.

Her slow sultry smile nearly had me bursting then and there.

Instead, I buried myself inside of her and waited until her pussy contracted and expanded. When they did, I eased out and slammed back in, enjoying the feel of every inch of her clenching against me. She lowered her head and moaned. I pinned her arms behind her back, holding onto the cuffs as I began to thrust harder. She moved backwards, meeting my thrusts until my blood was roaring against my ears. I placed both hands on her back and circled my hips.

“Nathan,” she whimpered breathlessly. I gave her ass a quick slap which had her yelping from surprise.

“Now you can touch me.” I undid the cuffs, and her hands immediately went behind her back. She grabbed my arms and ground backwards, until we were rocking back and forth against each other. When her legs gave out, I climbed on top of her and threw one leg up on either side of her. Still, we moved together, with wild and reckless abandon. The bed creaked, and the mattress groaned underneath our weight.

Rivulets of sweat broke out across her back and down her sides.

She twisted her head to the side, and her lips parted. Her breathing came out in short puffs, punctuated by moans that reverberated inside of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and used the back of my hand to wipe the sweat off my face. She lifted herself up off the mattress, and I slammed into her. Together, we moved, grinding and undulating against each other until we were both breathless and about to burst.

Still, I wanted more.

When she twisted her arms behind her back, I draped myself across her smooth, flushed back. She wound her fingers through my hair and tugged. I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses against her back until I reached the back of her neck. One hand stayed on the small of her back, and the other cupped the back of her neck. When I pressed a soft kiss there, she bucked and whimpered. With a groan, I emptied myself into her and went completely still. Slowly, I eased out of her and collapsed onto the mattress.

Stretching out, I marveled at the beauty of her glowing face, dewy with sweat and flushed with pleasure. I thought I heard a knock on the door, but when she didn’t get up to answer, I thought I’d imagined it. But then the doorbell rang, and I pushed myself up, rolling off the bed.

“I’ll get it,” she lazily stood up while I put on my pants. I watched her grab a short silk robe and hastily put it on, rushing out of the room. Grabbing my shirt, I put it on while I followed her downstairs. As I stood at the foot of the stairway, putting on my shoes, I saw her open the door, revealing a tall guy in a black biker jacket. He had long blond hair.

“Travis?” surprise shot through voice.

Silently, he grabbed her face, dipping his fingertips in the hair behind her ears… and kissed her. He kissed her hard and long while she stood there. Was she kissing him back? I couldn’t believe my eyes.

The rage bursting inside of me was enough for me to scream, but instead, I hurled toward the chair where my blazer and coat were. Violently grabbing them, I didn’t care that my belt was undone or that my shirt was unbuttoned. I just needed to get out of there.

Marching out, I collided with both their shoulders before the cold evening air hit my face.

seventeen

Crashing

Sophie

Finally, I was awakened from my catatonic state of surprise by a shove to the back of my shoulder. But as I watched—as if in slow motion—Nathan’s shoulder hit Travis’, I opened my mouth to say something before I realized that we were practically standing on the street. In a neighborhood like mine, every word was heard and every fight became a public concern.

Humiliated and at a loss for what to do next, I saw Nathan speed away in his car without looking back. Grabbing Travis by the lapel of his jacket, I pulled him inside and slammed the door. Before even turning around, I shouted at the top of my lungs, “What the fuck?” As I spun round, I saw a dumb expression on his face. It only made me angrier. “Are you fucking high? No! No!” I quickly shook my head in disbelief, cocking a finger at him, yelling, “This is fucking insane, even for you!”

“Sof!”

“What on fucking Earth has gotten into you?” I continued to scream at him, “Coming here and doing that?”

“Really?” He raised his voice an octave. “That’s what I get for coming all the way here to explain?”

“Explain what?” Both my hands jumped to my head, and I felt like I could tear out my hair. “That you don’t know the first thing about me?”

“Oh yeah!” He leaned forward with an aggressive look on his face. “Speaking of—Who the fuck was that? That was him, wasn’t he?”

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