Page 34 of King of Justice

What the fuck was she doing to me?

And why the fuck was I here?

Before I could say anything, Sophie tugged on my hair and pressed her lips to mine. Then our mouths moved against each other, hot and searing, as if we only had a few moments to spare. While a part of me rebelled against the thought of letting her have the upper hand, especially when she lured me to an art studio in the middle of the night, I couldn’t help but marvel at the way she felt pressed against me.

Like she was meant to be draped all over me.

I ran my hands up and down her bare arms, leaving a trail of heat in my wake. Sophie let out low whimpering noises that made my pulse quicken and sent all the blood to my groin, my erection straining against my trousers almost painfully. In the background, I heard cars screeching, and howling wafting in through the open window. When the smell of perfume washed over me, I drew back and reached for Sophie’s hand.

Wordlessly, I gestured to the floor. She knelt down and stretched her legs out in front of her. I got down on my knees and crawled over to her, only pausing to fumble with the buttons of her shirt. As soon as I was done, I pushed it off of her shoulders, and it fluttered to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing matching panties to that lacy bra.

I reached behind her and unhooked the bra, allowing her breasts to spill forward. “This is a much better look on you.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“I still mean it,” I told her, in a husky voice. I peeled off her fishnet stockings and tossed them over my shoulders. “Are you going to write about this?”

Sophie gave me a long and heated look. “Maybe.”

With that, she reached for me and undid the buttons on my shirt, barely pausing before she pushed it off my shoulders. When she was done, she undid the belt on my dress pants and tugged on the edges. I stood up and threw them away, leaving me in my boxers.

“I like your hair like this,” Sophie murmured, running his fingers through the silk strands. “It looks good when it’s brushed back.”

I claimed her mouth with mine. “It looks better when you’re running your fingers through it.”

Suddenly, we were on the floor, our flushed bodies pressed against each other. Sophie squirmed and writhed against me. I reached for her panties and pulled them down over her legs. She smiled and did the same to my boxers, leaving us both naked and exposed.

But I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Especially when she wrapped a hand around my hard cock and started stroking. I let out a low growling noise, and brought my hand down to her pussy, finding it drenching wet. I circled a finger on her clit for a few seconds before pushing a finger inside her wetness. Sophie arched her back and moaned out my name breathlessly. The blood pounded in my ears as I lowered myself, so I was at eye level with her pussy. I glanced up, meeting her eyes just as I placed my hands on either side of her legs and kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Sophie’s mouth parted, and she released a deep, shaky breath, waiting for my next move.

I used my fingers to push apart her wet folds, and my tongue darted out. In slow, lazy circles, I drank from her while she wound her fingers through my hair. She tugged and bucked herself against my face, her low whimpers reverberating inside of my head. When her grip on my neck tightened, I squeezed my eyes shut and swept my tongue back and forth.

Sophie came undone around me, her entire body writhing and spasming. As soon as she gasped for breath, I glanced up and saw her skin, slick with sweat, and the uneven rise and fall of her chest. She pulled me up and kissed me squarely on the mouth, tasting her sweet juices. She made a low humming noise and then wrapped her legs around my waist.

In one quick thrust, I was inside of her, enveloped by her warm wetness.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” I grunted in a low voice, stopping to revel just how tightly she was wrapped around my cock.

In response, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her pussy clenched around me.

I lowered my head to her chest and took one nipple in between my lips. While I licked and sucked, she raked her fingers over my back, sending dual waves of pain and pleasure ricocheting through me. Once I switched my attention to the other nipple, her movements turned frantic, her hips rising up off the ground to meet me.

As one, we moved, rocking back and forth against each other on the cold linoleum floor, while lights pulsed around us. One eyed open to look at me, and the look on her face had my stomach dipping. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled, allowing her scent to wash over me. Then I ran my fingers over every inch of smooth and tanned skin, unable to get enough of her.

When Sophie came a second time, I didn’t stop.

Instead, I eased out and slammed back into her a few times until she was crying out again from my hard pounding. I lifted both of her legs up over her head and brought them to a rest against my shoulders. Her eyes widened, but her movements didn’t waver. Instead, they grew frenzied again, matching each thrust with one of her own and causing my heart to pound against my ears. She dug her nails into my thighs, and her chest rose and fell unevenly.

“Fuck. You feel so good, Nathan.”

“No one else can make you feel this good,” I told her, fighting to hear past the roaring in my ears. “Admit it.”

Sophie gasped. “No one can.”

“No one can make you this wet,” I ground out, hissing when she dragged a nail across my back. “We’re so good together, Sophie.”

“We are.” Sophie breathed, her breath catching towards the end. “Fuck, Nathan. You’re so big.”

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