Page 102 of Judge's Mercy

He leans down and buries his face between my legs. Unlike other men I’ve been with who poke, prod, and generally have no idea what to do when they’re down there, Judge is skilled in the art of cunnilingus. He knows how to speed things up or slow them down with just his tongue.

Tonight, his tongue flutters against my clit until I’m squeezing his head between my thighs, then he switches to sucking while fucking me with his talented fingers. I guess we’re moving fast tonight because an orgasm hits me out of nowhere, making me grind into his mouth as pleasure overtakes me.

“That’s my girl,” he says before giving my pussy a slap. Did he just high-five my vagina?

I don’t have time to ponder it because then he’s standing upright, his finger dragging my arousal down to my asshole, pushing just the tip inside. With his other hand, he pops the top of the lube and jerks his head toward the toy. I hold it up so he can drizzle some onto both ends of the U.

“Play with your pretty tits while I prep you.” Taking the toy, he swipes his finger through some of the lube and spreads it on my ass before pushing in past the first knuckle.

I massage my breasts and pinch my nipples, only ramping up my arousal. God, I love this man and everything he does to my body. He works his finger in and out, twisting it with each motion while his thumb strums my clit. I know I just came, but he has me trained to accept multiple orgasms, even back-to-back, if that’s what he wants.

“Judge,” I whine, needing him to hurry. My pussy wants something to clamp down on.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He places the toy with the flat end at my pussy and the tapered end at my asshole. Knowing the latter takes more work, it goes in first. Little by little, I stretch to accommodate the plug until it’s at the widest part, then he tilts it and inserts the flat end into my pussy. With the push of a button, it begins vibrating, and my back bows off the bed with the sensation. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes, but I still need you.”

With his gaze honed in between my legs, he fists his shaft and pushes inside my needy cunt. It’s a tight fit, but it only adds to my pleasure.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“Full. Oh my god, so full and sensitive.”

“Good.” I hear a little beep, and the vibrations amp up. Apparently, I’m not the only one enjoying it because Judge’s grip on my thighs tightens, and his head lulls back, giving me the best view of his Adam’s apple as it bobs up and down.

I fist the blankets at my side, my head coming off the mattress when his hand moves to my lower abdomen, and he applies pressure there. He explained the science behind this move and why it makes everything feel so much better, but I don’t remember. Each slide of his cock brings me closer to what I already know will be an insane orgasm.

“Give me your eyes. I want to watch as you squeeze the life out of my cock before I fill you with my cum,” he says through gritted teeth.

I wouldn’t share this vulnerable moment with anyone but him. When I meet his gaze, I’m in awe at how much love shines down on me. I can’t believe I ever pushed him away and almost didn’t get to experience any of this. My eyes glass over as he thrusts into me at just the right angle to send me flying.

I burst apart at the seams, every inch of me tingling with so much pleasure, the tears threatening to fall only a few seconds earlier now spill over. I think it’s all too much, but then Judge is shoving himself deep inside me and grunting his release. Fuck. Has there ever been a more perfect moment than this one?

He reaches under where we’re joined and pulls out the toy before he yanks the pillow from under my hips and leans over me, holding himself up on his elbows. I think he’s dipping down to kiss me, but instead, his lips go to the trails of tears on my cheeks. He kisses and licks the liquid sadness off my face but never asks why I’m crying. I suspect he knows, though, because he appears just as affected by the moment.

“I love you to the point of madness,” he says against the shell of my ear.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, unable to get as close as I want to be with him right now. “I love you too. So much it hurts to think what could’ve been.”

“Shh, sweetheart. You can’t dwell on the what-ifs. Focus on what we have now.”

I nod, tipping my chin up to kiss him. As if Ryder knew we needed to lighten the mood, he jumps up onto the bed, looking as if he’s judging us for what just went down.

“If you still had nuts, you’d be the same,” Judge says, making me giggle and my pussy pulse around his cock. He groans. “Don’t do that. We don’t have time for another round.”

“Sorry.” I pull him down for a sweet kiss. “Now, get out of me so I can take another shower.”

A half-hour later, we’re hand in hand, strolling through the back door to the club, expecting to find the place full of people. It’s not out of the ordinary for us to open the clubhouse to close friends and family for a night of letting loose, but usually, no one is required to be in attendance. Cy made it very clear that everyone was to show tonight, including the darkly mysterious Riot.

My brow furrows, and confusion has me stopping in my tracks when the only ones in the clubhouse are Sons. Most I recognize because, although there are eight ranking members, there are a dozen or so others, like Bones, and Judge, who are regular members. Added to that are a few I only see occasionally, and some because they work at the Garage or don’t have families of their own, so they like to hang out.

Part of prospecting is learning about the history of the club, so I know there are chapters all over the States. Maybe the ones I don’t know are from one of them? Then I notice a thin man with snowy white hair, wrinkled skin, and the right leg of his jeans cuffed, revealing his prosthetic.

“Tripod?” I whisper.

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