Page 27 of Judge's Mercy

Glancing up from between her legs, I notice her eyes are closed, and that just won’t do. She needs to see me, needs to see I’m the one making her feel good.

“Eyes on me,” I say. “I want you to watch the way I worship your cunt.”

Her lids flutter open and land on me. She bites her lip, a flush spreading over her face and neck. I know what she did for a living, and I know she’s well-versed in the art of fucking. I also know that most of the girls keep a level of detachment while working, and eye contact can break one of those barriers. To give her what she wants, I need to break down a few walls.

I try to keep my wits about me when I part her pussy lips and get my first taste of her, but fuck if it’s not the hardest thing I’ve ever done. She tastes salty-sweet, and I go nearly feral as I eat her out. I’m constantly checking in with her body as I rotate between fast flicks on her clit to slow, sensual drags of my tongue from hole to hole and back up to nestle my nose in her neat curls. When her abdominal muscles clench, I ease up, and when they loosen, I get back to it.

“Judge, I can’t. I need to come. Please let me come,” she begs, her thighs shaking and her body coiled tightly.

With two fingers, I push into her tight heat and stroke upwards. “I’m having too much fun.”

“Judge,” she shouts, her eyes wild and her hands fisting the bedding at her side. I smile, pleased that I took the time to learn the basics of Tantra and the Kama Sutra during my deep dive into Eastern religion. Bringing spirituality and sexuality together to create intimacy heightens pleasure, and whether she realizes that’s what I’m doing or not, it’s working.

“Now. Come for me, angel.” I latch onto her clit and suck while continuing my ministrations inside her. Her back bows off the mattress as she nearly cuts off circulation to my fingers with how tight she clenches.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she screams so loud, there’s no doubt her neighbors can hear, but I don’t give a shit.

I stare into her unflinching gaze, and it’s like I’m peering into the depths of her soul. It’s a sacred privilege, an otherworldly connection, that fills me with euphoria. As if I’m in the presence of a divine being, every fiber of my body electrifies with raw emotion, and I’m not even the one coming.

It’s over too fast, but I make each second count, feeling her little bundle of nerves swell between my lips and watching her cum drip down my fingers. This is the most awe-inspiring sight I’ve ever witnessed, and I swear to myself that this won’t be the last time. It can’t be. I’ll do whatever it takes to help her through whatever happened tonight, to show her she can trust me. Once I break down her walls, she’ll see how powerful we are together.

Her body relaxes, one muscle group at a time, as I slow my movements, pumping in and out in time with her contractions. When I’m sure she’s felt every last tremor, I release her clit and flatten my tongue to languidly lick up every last drop of her arousal.

I earned it; it’s mine.

“Oh my god, what was that?” She pushes a few strands of hair off her damp brow.

“An orgasm?” I chuckle.

“That wasn’t an orgasm.” Her boneless legs fall open. “I’ve had orgasms before. Lots of them. They don’t feel like that.”

I grin. “I’m just getting started.”

I trail kisses up the soft skin of her trembling inner thigh and higher, pausing to sink my teeth into the flesh over her hip. She gasps in pain, but I ignore it as I continue my journey. I could stop now and let her mind revel in the temporary bliss, but I push on, determined to give her an extended respite from the demons that haunt her.

“Climb up higher on the bed,” I say, pleased when she doesn’t argue. She stops when her head meets the pillows, never taking her curious gaze off me. Kneeling, I climb on after her and settle between her legs. “Damn, these tits are gorgeous.”

I lean over to finally give them the amount of attention they deserve. Licking a circle around a nipple, I then blow, watching as it puckers beautifully before moving on to the next. Her breasts are more than a handful, spilling out from around my hold. The sight makes me groan and my cock weep. It’s as though her body was constructed with me in mind, every inch of her absolute perfection.

I pinch one nipple with my fingers, tugging and twisting to deliver a bite of pain as I suck the other into my mouth, taking long draws. Her hands go to the back of my head, holding me in place as she squirms underneath me, lifting her hips and seeking friction as her arousal builds all over again.

“Do you have a vibrator?” I ask before burying my face between her gorgeous tits. If I suffocate, so be it.

“W-what? No.” She shakes her head. “I mean, I do, but I want you, Judge, so badly. Please.”

“I told you I was just getting started.” Reluctantly, I release her breasts and lean over to the nightstand on the left, which appears to be used more than the other. Opening the drawer, I’m pleased to find a multitude of toys. “Naughty girl.”

“Get out of there. That’s for alone time, not when I have someone in my bed.” She reaches out to cup my hard-as-stone cock that’s not happy to still be restrained behind my boxer briefs and jeans. Her touch feels better than it should, but my pleasure isn’t the priority, so I swallow my own need down.

I grab one of the toys and lower to my haunches, putting myself out of her reach. “What’s this?”

The interesting-looking vibrator is black with a curved main shaft and two smaller ones curving out from the base, one on top and one on the bottom. The shaft on top has a two-pronged tip, and the bottom one looks like a row of tapered, connected beads, the largest bead on the bottom. I’ve never seen anything like it but it’s obvious now how it’s used.

“I like that one,” she says, showing interest now. She twists to reach into the drawer and pulls out a packet of lube. “This is necessary, though.”

I hand her the toy. “I want to watch how you fuck yourself with this while I play with your tits.”

She tosses me a coy smile, still calm and relaxed. For now, the dark clouds that were behind her eyes are gone, and a twinkle of excitement lies in their wake. Using her teeth, she opens the packet and drizzles lube onto the beaded end of the device. It’s not comfortable to bend over and cover her tits with open-mouthed kisses, but if I lie down, I won’t be able to watch her play with herself.

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