Page 28 of Judge's Mercy

“I think I could come from your mouth on my breasts alone,” she says breathily.

“Maybe next time.” The words are out before I can stop them and I glance over at her, worried any mention of a future will have her retreating, but she doesn’t react, and that fills me with more hope than I have any right to feel. “This time, I want to watch this toy fill your greedy holes.”

“I didn’t peg you as a dirty talker,” she says through a laugh, and fuck, if it isn’t the most beautiful sound. It’s a shame she keeps her joy locked up tight.

“I guess I’m full of surprises.” I grab a throw pillow to put under her ass, wanting to make the anal penetration easier for her, then I push her thighs open and position myself near her left hip so I have a good view but can still access her tits.

With a nipple pinched again between my fingers, I watch as she lowers the vibrator between her legs. She presses a button and the gentle whir of a motor sounds. Wasting no time since she’s already worked up, she pushes the main shaft into her cunt, tilting it up toward her clit. The two wiggly prongs on top make contact with her clit as she slowly tilts it back down the other way. Her little asshole easily takes the first two smaller beads, but she takes her time with the two bigger ones.

My mouth goes fucking dry at the way those beads disappear into her hole. I get the urge to finally let my cock out, the bite of pain as it strains against my zipper feeling good, and for a second, I picture the beads moving in and out of me. My ass clenches, wishing I was the one on my back. Memories of how good it felt to be stimulated that way flash through my mind before I remember how I know how it feels to begin with. There’s something seriously wrong with me for wanting to revisit my abuse.

Myla whimpers, shaking me out of my thoughts, and my face burns with shame while the scars on my back stretch and tighten to the point of pain. Guilt gnaws at my insides like a rabid animal, clawing and tearing until I want to wail in agony. It’s not just thoughts that haunt me though; it’s the desperate craving, the overwhelming desire for something forbidden. Panic sets in as I feel the burning need to flee, to escape to my cabin in the woods where my altar awaits, my leather whip ready to punish me for this twisted need to recreate the pleasure he gave me.

“Judge?” Myla asks, removing the toy.

“What?” I snap.

A look of hurt washes over her, and I immediately soften. I’m such an asshole. This is supposed to be about bringing her out of her darkness, and here I am, bringing my own into it. I stroke a thumb over her cheek, gazing down at her the way I should’ve been the whole time.

“I’m sorry.”

“Where did you go?”

“Nowhere.” I gesture to the toy resting on her inner thigh. “I’m right here with you, watching the way you make yourself come apart. Keep going.”

“Are you sure?” Her brows draw together, tension there that’s the exact opposite of what she should be feeling.

“Fuck yeah.” I dip down to suck on her nipple—partly to try and save this experience, but also so she can’t see the lie on my face. “Show me, angel. Then I’ll make you come on my cock until you’re too exhausted to move.”

“Why are dirty words spoken by a priest so hot?” she mutters, making the vibrator come to life once more.

I’m not a real priest, but I don’t correct her. It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad I didn’t kill the mood completely. Staying lowered to her chest, I leave biting kisses over her breasts, creating a collection of half-moons that bloom over her unmarred skin. I secretly hope I leave marks, staking a claim on her body.

As much as I want to, I don’t look between her legs again, too worried my own desires will have her or me running away. I can’t become one of the many people who have failed her, not even with this.

“Oh, god. I’m coming,” she cries out, her body tensing.

“That’s a good girl.” I draw a nipple into my mouth and pinch the other, adding even more sensation to her orgasm while my excitement grows, knowing it’ll be my cock she comes around next. This orgasm doesn’t last as long and isn’t as powerful as the one from my mouth, but I still carry her through it, making sure she gets every last ounce of pleasure she can.

“Fuck, that was good. My tits are so sensitive,” she gasps out. The toy gets tossed to the side, and then she’s rolling on her belly, her clever hands going for the button on my pants. “Please let me.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, reaching down to palm one of her round ass cheeks.

“Judge, please let me suck your cock.”

How can I argue with that? I lift up on my knees and nearly choke on my own tongue as I watch her eagerly unzip me before reaching into my boxer briefs and freeing my hard dick. The blood that was restricted by the confines of my pants flows freely through my length now, and I groan in pleasure as she takes me in hand.

“Myla,” I whisper as if her name is a plea.

She peers up at me. “You have a beautiful cock.”

Not sure anyone has described it that way before but I choose to take it as a compliment. Her fingers go to the buttons at the bottom of my shirt, and I hold my breath, ready to stop her if she goes too far. Once three buttons are undone, she drops the fabric so the tails fall to either side of my protruding dick. Breathing easy now, I tangle my fingers into her short hair as she scoots close enough to wrap her plump lips around my tip.

It has been a long time since someone has sucked me off, and the warm wetness of her mouth is sublime. My head falls back, and I curse as she fists my base with a firm grip and licks up the sensitive underside. As if I’m her favorite flavor of popsicle, she wraps her lips around me and sucks. The suction of her mouth gently tugs on the thin skin that’s overloaded with nerve endings, and I have to think about folding my laundry to keep from spurting down her throat.

She tucks her teeth away and slowly bobs up and down, holding me deep in her throat for long seconds before pulling out, only to repeat the process. Apparently, she has every intention of working me up bit by bit the way I did to her.

She hums in pleasure, the vibrations spreading through my length and settling in my balls that her other hand is now rolling in her palm and tugging on gently. Never has it felt this good. Even though the last time someone sucked me off is barely a memory, I know it didn’t feel like this, or I never would’ve given it up.

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