Page 43 of Judge's Mercy

Judge laughs, his movements slowing until he doesn’t move at all but keeps his fingers inside me. “That good?”

“You have no fucking idea.”

“Goddamn, I love feeling your inner walls spasm around me after you come. I love knowing I’m the one who made you feel good.”

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask. That might’ve been a monster orgasm, but I want more. I want him. That thought terrifies me, but I tuck it away for later. Much later. After I’ve come again, later.

He removes his fingers only to rub circles around my pussy, spreading around the mixture of my cum and the coconut oil. “You want that, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“I’d do anything for you.” He lifts up onto his knees and pushes his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock, but not before I see the wet spot from the pre-cum he’s leaking. Judge is working with a seriously impressive unit. It’s not too long or big, with a slight upward curve that’s made to please a woman. The veins running up and down the length are sexy as sin and make me want to trace them with my tongue.

He rolls up the soaked towel and tosses it aside before moving closer, taking himself in hand and squeezing his rigid length from root to tip. A drop of pre-cum appears, glistening in the candlelight. I expect him to drive right into me, but instead, he drags his tip up and down my slit while the thumb of his other hand strums my clit, teasing us both.

“I wish you could see how we look together. It’s beautiful.” He rolls his hips as he slowly pushes in until we’re fully joined before pulling out the same way. “You’re so wet.”

Glancing down, I see how thoroughly his cock is coated. Fuck me, I’m so gone for this man. I’ve only read about the things he does to me in the romance novels that a few of the girls I worked with owned. They liked to read the sex scenes out loud for us all to laugh at because of how unrealistic they were. Turns out, all that and more can be true if you do it with the right person.

He throws my right leg over his shoulder and falls forward to his hands. The position opens me up wide for him. Even knowing how intimate it’ll make this, I grip his shoulders and gaze up into his blue eyes. His upper body is still fully dressed—black button down, white collar, and all—but with the open and honest way he looks down at me, he might as well be naked because I see all of him.

“I want to kiss you, but I don’t want to hurt your lip more than it already is,” he says.

I touch the spot, having completely forgotten. “It doesn’t hurt.”

He dips down and plants a gentle kiss next to where my skin has opened. “It will if I kiss you. I just didn’t want you to think I don’t want my lips on yours while we—while I fuck you.”

“It’s okay.” I know what he was about to say, and I’m glad he stopped himself because I would’ve put a stop to this. Being face-to-face is already more intimate than I’m comfortable with. At least that’s what I’m telling myself, but I also do nothing as we stare deep into each other’s eyes as he moves in and out of me.

Sweat beads on his brow, and I know it’s taking a lot of effort, but he keeps a steady pace. He’s usually so expressive, I should be able to make out what he’s thinking or feeling, but I can’t. Or maybe I just don’t want to know because it’ll be all the things I’ve been denying.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers. “Make yourself come. I want to feel you.”

I lower a hand between us, rubbing circles against my clit. It’s more swollen than I’ve ever felt it, and the mix of stimulation and feeling his cock dragging in and out of me has me close to coming again in minutes.

“You feel so fuckin’ good. You’re so tight and wet. Can you feel how hard I am for you?”

“Yes. God, you fit me so perfectly. Big enough to fill me but not so big it hurts. You’re just right.”

“Are you there yet? Can you come for me? I can’t wait to pump you so full of my cum, it drips out of you for days. Do you want that, sweetheart?”

The tender term of endearment after such filthy words is such a dichotomy, much like the man himself. Judge straddles every line, balancing precariously between two worlds. He’s in the club but doesn’t participate in club business. A man of faith, wrapped in a collar but refusing to claim the title of priest. Even his belief in God is ambiguous, not tied to any particular deity. Judge embodies neutrality, a human manifestation of Switzerland itself.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when Judge slams into me, his balls slapping against my ass. “Do that again.”

“My girl likes it hard,” he mutters until I come apart all over again, screaming his name while I squeeze his cock. “Fuck, Myla. You’re like a vice around me. You’re making me come.”

I curl my fingers into his hair, my chest heaving as I come down while it’s his turn to come undone. The controlled roll of his hips has given way to fast, relentless thrusts, and if I hadn’t just come, watching his control slip and his desire take over would have wrenched another orgasm out of me.

His cock pulses inside me as he does exactly what he promised. He curses as he fills me so full, it leaks from my body and creates a wet, sloppy sound, no doubt puddling on the comforter. I don’t even care because watching him come apart because of me is magical. Eventually, his movements slow, and he releases my leg in order to collapse on top of me. He tucks his face into the crook of my neck, his fast, warm breaths tickling and making me smile.

“That was good,” I say and wrap my legs around him. His softening cock is still inside me, and I want to keep it there for as long as I can.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbles against my throat, the vibrations making me giggle. Once he realizes what power he has, he hums against the spot right behind my ear, creating the same vibrations. A full belly laugh, carefree and happy, erupts from me as I squirm. This might be the first time I’ve laughed since that day all those months ago. I stop short, all humor bleeding away. Feeling the mood change, he lifts up on his elbows. “What just happened?”

I shake my head vigorously, unable to speak. Covering my mouth with the back of my hand, I fight off tears.

“Jesus, Myla. Tell me what just happened.”

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