Page 42 of King of Justice

I had it bad.

Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself fumbling with his belt. Then I pushed down his trousers and yanked his shirt out. With slow, steady movements, I undid the buttons. By the time I reached the top button, he was panting, and his hands had darted underneath my own shirt. His strong, warm fingers moved against my flushed skin, and I arched my back. Impatiently, I pushed the shirt up off his shoulders, exposing his tanned skin and taut muscles.

Underneath the fluorescent lights of the street, he was still gorgeous.

Nathan pressed hot open mouthed kisses against my neck and moved through the buttons quickly. Suddenly, he growled, and I heard a rip before my shirt was removed. He ran his fingers along the front of my cotton bra and leaned back to look at me.

The look in his eyes turned me inside out.

I linked my fingers over his neck and ground against him. His lips lifted into a smirk, and his hands reached for my zipper. It wasn’t long before it was undone, and he pulled them down, stopping at my knees. I shifted and sat back down against him, separated by the thin fabric of our underwear.

Nathan thrusted upwards suggestively. “I want you, Sophie.”

I leaned into him and brushed my lips against his. “I want you too.”

Nathan dug his nails into my waist and blew out a deep breath. “I want you right now. I can’t wait.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

With that, he made a low growling noise and pushed my panties aside. In the next breath, he pulled down his own boxers and exhaled. I lifted my hips up and ground down, taking him into me. I threw my head back and moaned. Without warning, his hands came up around my back and undid the hook of my bra.

He pushed my breasts together and buried his head in between them.

When his tongue darted out to lick my nipples, I cried out. He moved to the other one, and I was writhing and squirming on top of him, needing him to be everywhere at once. Nathan made a low guttural noise in the back of his throat and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I dug my nails into his shoulders and inhaled.

But I could only smell him.

Only feel him.

And I wanted to care about the fact that anyone who walked by could see us, and the last thing I wanted was to be half naked and having sex with Nathan in the parking lot, but I could barely think straight past the roar in my ears. Or the pounding of my heart.

I also couldn’t think straight with Nathan inside of me.

Each thrust was slow and measured, teasing a reaction out of me. I raked my fingers through his hair, disrupting the soft brown locks he had brushed back. Nathan leaned back, his eyes moving over my face. When our eyes met, my stomach dipped, and something in me unfurled.

He held my gaze as I bounced up and down.

As soon as my pulse began to quicken, and my breathing changed, he squeezed his thighs together and took one nipple between his teeth. He moved onto the other one, until they were as hard as pebbles. Then he glanced up at me, bringing his thumb onto my lips and dipping it into my mouth.

“Get it wet for me baby,” he said with a dark look in his blue eyes.

I obliged, running my tongue around his thick finger until it was fully coated with my saliva. He gave me a nod of approval, then brought his thumb over my clit, rubbing the tiny pebble in circles and sending electric shocks traveling all over my body while watching me desperately bounce on his cock. The hungry look in his eyes was all it took to make me come undone.

“Nathan!” I moaned out his name, over and over while I struggled to catch my breath.

By the time my vision cleared, and I could breathe again, Nathan had gone still. Wordlessly, he moved me off of him and then slowly climbed in between the seats and settled in the back of the car. Once he did, he held out his hand and pulled me onto him. I stretched out over the back seat, expensive leather brushing against my bare back and sighed. Nathan loomed over me and captured my lips with his. He kissed me soundly, until the need for air became too great, and my toes curled. Once he was done, he kicked my legs open and settled in between them.

So slow that the anticipation was killing me with need, he pushed inside of me inch by inch.

In the background, I heard the screeching of tires, and the rise and fall of conversation. I threw my head back, squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped my legs around his waist. Nathan lifted my arms up over my head and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. Sweat formed on the back of my neck and across my forehead.

My heart was ready to burst out of my chest.

He moved in slow, practiced strokes, while I moaned and ground against him. But each buck and pant did not make his rhythm change. As if he sensed my frustration, he grew slower, his movements more pronounced, and it was driving me absolutely crazy.

The smell of his musk drove me crazy.

He released my hands and ran his fingers down my sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When his hands moved down to my thighs and squeezed, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I swallowed and focused on his face, on the look of fierce desire on his face.

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