Page 30 of Judge's Mercy

Judge eyes me warily, unconvinced this is a good idea. I bite down on my quivering lower lip before he can see the hurt. He doesn’t trust me, which is a fair assessment for someone who didn’t know me before. He has had a front-row view of my insanity the past few months, so I wouldn’t trust me either. I take his hesitation as an answer and slowly lift up.

“No.” He grips my hips again and pushes me back down, the fat mushroom head of his cock hitting me just right inside. Oh god, I’m so overly sensitive from the orgasms and all the foreplay that it really won’t take much for me to detonate again. “You’re blaming yourself for my hesitation, but that’s not why.”

“What is it then?”

“I’ve never fucked without a condom either, and with the way you feel, I need the barrier so I can last long enough to get you off.”

I hadn’t even considered that could be his reason, but now that I know, I’m beaming. Circling my hips, I ask, “I feel good?”

“So fuckin’ good,” he says through gritted teeth. Even though his eyes are half-lidded and his pupils are blown, he keeps them locked on me.

“Then you better start thinking about puppies or your grandma because you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.” I jokingly flip the switch on him, but when his cock pulses at my words, I wonder if he likes being told what to do.

He gives me a resolved nod as I rock my hips back and forth, providing the friction I need. Leaning back, I rest my hands on his thighs, still covered by his jeans, and arch my back, thrusting my breasts out. Judge is obviously a breasts man and takes full advantage of the easy access.

My mind is blissfully blank as I zone out and do what my body tells me to do. I’ve never been able to do this before. Staying alert during sex wasn’t only necessary for my safety; it was part of the job. My client was paying for pleasure, and I had to pay close attention to their body language to make it good for them. This time with Judge, though. . . this is for me, and I lean into it.

Needing more, I sit upright and use his shoulders for purchase as I bounce up and down on his cock. It has just the right amount of forward curve to hit my G-spot with each downward motion, and my body comes alive as I get closer to bliss.

An erotic soundtrack of skin slapping, wet suction from where we’re joined, and our moans fill the air as I work us up higher and higher. I’m so close to detonating, so very close. Tingles spread through me, and I already know any orgasms I had before were child’s play compared to what’s building inside me now.

Judge’s hot breaths come in quick pants as his hands roam my body with an urgent hunger. Every inch of me is claimed by his touch, a fiery trail of want and need left in its wake. I’ve been the object of many people’s desire before, but never with such intensity that it feels like I’m the only one in existence for him. His passion is so all-consuming that it’s hard to remember this is just a favor, a transaction.

“Oh, god. Yes. Please don’t stop,” I breathe out when he tilts his hips and settles a hand between my legs, moving with me so he can press a thumb to my clit. It feels too good, and I won’t last much longer.

“Look how good you’re working me over, sweetheart. Your pussy’s dripping, your little clit is swollen, and the way you’re taking me so deep is so good. Fuuuuck,” he draws out.

His dirty words send me over the edge, and I free fall, my limbs becoming light as air, a haze moving over my vision, and all-consuming pleasure spreading through my body. My thighs quiver, and my body jerks as I keep driving him against the spot, wanting to hold onto this for as long as possible.

Nothing lasts forever, though, and eventually, my movements slow, and I come back to myself just as Judge’s orgasm hits. Using my body for his pleasure, his fingers dig into my hips as he encourages me to keep the rhythm he needs. Needing to make this just as good for him as it was for me, I internally squeeze around him.

“Fuck, Myla. Your body feels incredible, the best I’ve ever had,” he says through a shuddering breath. “Yes, just like that. Oh, god.”

His face contorts in ecstasy as he slams me down on his engorged cock, which feels impossibly larger inside of me now. With each thrust of his hips, he reaches a place deep within me that has never been touched before, sending small aftershocks rippling through my body. Suddenly, a gush of warmth floods me as his cock pulsates inside me, and I find the intensity of the sensation both erotic and intimate.

Judge takes my hand and places it over his heart. It doesn’t feel as strange as it did the first time, so I take his hand and place it over my own heart. For a long time, we stay joined, our heartbeats and breaths synced as they slow. I’m not in a hurry for this to be finished because once he pulls out, the moment will be over, and whatever we shared will be gone.

As my lust-fueled haze dissipates, the darkness creeps back in with a vengeance. I never truly believed he could rid me of it, but I had hoped for more of a reprieve. Instead, it devours me once again, clawing at my mind and heart. My throat constricts as tears prick at my eyes, threatening to spill over. The crushing weight of disappointment suffocates me, destroying any remnants of joy from the past hour. This is the reality of my existence—always trapped in this endless cycle of desire and despair.

“You okay?” Judge asks, skimming his hands up and down my thighs.

“Fine.” He sucks in a sharp breath as I pull off him in haste, and his half-hard cock slaps against the bottom of his shirt, a reminder of the barrier he put in place to protect himself from me. It was smart because I’ll only hurt him.

“Myla.” He reaches out to stop me, but I’m too fast as I dart off the bed. “Stay here with me. You can keep the demons out, I know you can. I saw it for myself.”

I stride over to my closet and pull out my fluffy robe, the one that’s two sizes too big, giving me a layer of protection. After tying the belt into a knot, I fold my arms and debate the best way to get him out of here. So much happened tonight that I need time to process it all.

“Making me lose my mind while I orgasm doesn’t make you special. Just ask the line of men who were there before you.” I almost choke on the words, knowing it’ll hit him where it counts, and I’m right.

Judge’s mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. Moving to the side of the bed, he faces away from me as he stands and tucks himself back in. “Oh good. We’re back to slinging insults.”

“I need you to leave, please.”

“Sure. Right after you tell me what happened tonight.”

“Losing your memory in your old age?” I’m being childish, but I can’t go there with him. Something in me changed when I drove the knife into that asshole; for better or worse, I’m not sure yet. I just know I can’t talk about it, and especially not with Judge. He called me angel multiple times tonight, but he’s the angelic one. He’s damn near perfect and doesn’t deserve to take on my secrets.

He purses his lips and nods, as if he expected this reaction from me. “I can’t make you tell me what happened tonight, but if you don’t, I’ll be forced to tell Rigger and your sister.”

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