Page 29 of Judge's Mercy

Long minutes are spent tempting and teasing me until I can’t take it and need more. I thrust my hips slightly, encouraging her to go faster. She picks up the pace, her magical tongue flicking side to side as I glide in and out of her mouth. I clench, reeling myself back in.

She gazes up at me with the same intensity I’m giving her as she worships me, and I swear to Christ, something happens between us. It’s a moment, just a second in time, but I feel it.

“Gotta get in that pussy, angel,” I say, pulling out and shifting to her side with my back against the headboard. I hold a hand out to her. “Come sit on my lap. I want you to bounce on my cock with your tits in my face.”

She bites her lip and crawls on all fours over to me, her breasts swaying with the movement. “It’s been so long since I’ve done this for fun.”

I’m assuming she’s talking about her job at the ranch. I don’t like thinking about her fucking other guys, but I’m no saint, so I tuck my ego away and remind myself we all have a past. None of it matters now because I’ll be her future if she wants me. And God, do I hope she wants me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say as she straddles me. Swallowing hard, I run my hands up and down her curves, settling on her hips.

She hovers just over my hard cock that’s resting against my stomach and dips down to kiss my neck. I tip my head back to give her access, and her lips travel from the base of my throat up to the top.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she says.

“What?”

She blushes. “I have a thing for your Adam’s apple.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I can’t explain it.” She places her hands on my shoulders, and I find it odd that she’s close to my scars, but there’s no pain.

“You don’t even like me,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around her and placing open-mouthed kisses down her neck and chest. She gasps when I bite down on her collarbone.

“It’s nothing personal,” she grits out as I roll her nipple between my fingers. “I don’t like anyone.”

Her honesty is like a sucker punch to my gut. I know her attitude has everything to do with what she’s going through and nothing to do with me, but I don’t like hearing it, especially not when my cock is inches away from her pretty pussy. If I can get hard when there’s a bloody knife just feet away, surely having her say something I already knew can be ignored too.

“Are you with me?” she asks, reaching between us and gripping my cock that’s gone a little soft with my thoughts.

“Fuck yes.” My head falls back as she rubs my tip through her wet pussy lips.

“Eyes on me.” She grips the back of my neck, forcing me to meet her gaze the way I did with her. I smirk and cup her cheek, stroking my thumb over her lower lip, red and puffy from sucking my cock and from my kisses.

“I already know you’re going to feel better than anyone else ever has,” I say.

With a deep moan, her eyes narrow into razor-thin slits as she slowly lowers herself onto my throbbing cock. The sensation is almost unbearable—the heat and tightness of her pussy sending bolts of ecstasy through my body. As she finally takes me in fully, my mind goes blank with pleasure, but it’s not just the perfection of her pussy that’s driving me wild or the undeniable connection between us. It’s something more basic.

“Myla,” I say, pulling her hips up. “Condom.”

CHAPTER TEN

MYLA

He’s fear-stricken, but I hold myself down on him, giving him a look that says he’s an idiot.

“Myla, we need a condom,” he repeats.

“Have you been tested since you were with someone last?” I ask, already knowing this man is the most responsible person I’ve ever met, so there’s not a doubt in my mind he’s healthy.

“Yes, but?—”

“There is no safer pussy than one who works at a brothel. We’re tested constantly, and I’ve never had sex without protection—not once. And I haven’t been with anyone since leaving the ranch.”

“That’s not the only reason for a condom.”

“I have an IUD, and my paranoid ass has an ultrasound once a year to make sure it’s where it’s supposed to be so it’s most effective.” I wouldn’t fight him if I didn’t need this experience with Judge to be unlike any sexual encounter I’ve ever had before. I want us to go beyond physical pleasure so I’ll have hope for a future with a real partner who accepts all of me—the dark thoughts and all. Even though it won’t be with Judge, I cling to the desperate belief that there is someone out there who can see past my flaws and love me for who I am. When I’m ready.

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