Page 97 of Judge's Mercy

“Describe it to me.”

“Your heart-shaped ass is perfectly on display, and when I part your cheeks, I get a view of your cute little asshole as my cock disappears into your wet cunt, and each time I pull out, my cock is coated in your juices.”

“Judge,” I gasp when he drags his cock up my crack to my back hole.

“Don’t worry. Not today, but you’ve had mine, so it’s only fair.”

“Fuck,” I curse, squeezing my eyes shut as he slams into me without warning. “Again. Please.”

“Hold on.” It’s the only warning I get before he pounds into me. The sound of the desk’s weak joints grinding and the drop drawer pulls swinging up and crashing back down echoes in the empty room. This thing better hold up until I come.

I open my eyes and cringe when I spot the Jesus painting hanging on the wall. In it, he’s descending from clouds with his arms open, and I swear to, well, him, that he’s looking directly at me. It hits me that I’m getting railed in a church. This is sacrilegious and taboo, and I should be ashamed of myself, but instead, I orgasm. Intense waves of pleasure start from deep inside and spread throughout my body as I cry out, begging Judge not to stop.

“Shit. Myla. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.” His hold on me moves from my hips to my ass, where he squeezes handfuls. Goddamn, I love the sting of him my stretching my skin and the too-deep pounding of his cock that feels like it might puncture something, and I fucking love the rush of warmth as Judge grunts loud and primal, holding himself deep inside me as he comes.

His grip on my ass relaxes into a caress as he languidly moves in and out, coming down from his high. If our sex continues to blow my mind each time, I’m putting a ring on it because no other man has made me feel a fraction as good as Judge does.

“Do you think he’s judging us?” I ask.

He follows my line of sight and bursts out laughing. His softening cock slips out of me, making me wish I hadn’t said anything. “Some man of God I am, huh?”

“I don’t know. If he didn’t want us to enjoy sex, why’d he make it feel good?” I push my way up to standing, wincing at the pain in my arm. Holding my shirt open, I notice there’s a smidge of blood on the bandage. I probably set my healing back a week, but it was so worth it.

Judge tucks himself back in and buttons his jeans. “Did I hurt you?”

“You fucked me on a desk while squeezing my ass so hard, I’m surprised you didn’t pull a chunk off.”

He gives me an annoyed look. “Not like that. You can handle that pain. I mean your wound.”

“No, I’m good.” I pull my panties and jeans up, cringing at how wet everything down there is.

“Let me look,” he says, trying to pull my shirt off my shoulder.

“I said I’m fine. Now, my underwear? Those are not fine. I need to find a bathroom.”

“Not a chance.” He cups my face and kisses me sweetly. “If you can feel my cum dripping out of you, maybe you’ll remember who you belong to and won’t run away again.”

I frown. “Judge?—”

“Too soon for jokes?”

“I just don’t want you to think it was because I didn’t want you because that never changed. I just couldn’t see how we could make it work. I thought our ending was inevitable and didn’t want to prolong the pain.”

“I know, but let that be a lesson to both of us. There’s always an answer that’ll keep us together. We might just have to get creative sometimes.”

“Agreed.”

He pulls me into his chest, and I wrap my arms around him, so fucking happy to smell that cheap-ass, fake pine scent. “Are you ever going to explain why we’re in this church? I’m assuming the cops would’ve shown by now if we were breaking and entering?”

“Oh my god.” I take his hand and drag him out of the room. “I’m going to be in so much trouble.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have time to give you the long, practiced speech I had prepared, so here’s the short version. You can’t be a spiritual leader for the club. I think we can both agree about that.” We stop in front of the second set of double doors.

“Agreed.”

“The murdering and torturing and other morally corrupt behavior was too much, but I don’t think regular people’s sins would be, do you?”

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