Page 53 of Judge's Mercy

“Okay.” I tug off her shorts and panties, tossing them over my shoulder while she sits up and attacks my belt and pants.

Holding the front pieces of my hair back so I can see her clearly, I watch as she throws my belt open and pops the button of my jeans before getting off the bed and lowering to her knees before me. She roughly shoves my pants and underwear down, freeing my hard cock that’s already glistening with arousal.

“I love the way you taste,” she says, swiping her tongue over the tip before wrapping her lips around me and sucking.

“Fuck, Myla. Your mouth. . . Jesus,” I mumble incoherently. “Touch yourself. Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”

One hand releases its hold on the base of my dick and moves between her legs. With her mouth full of my cock, she moans, sending reverberations through my length and all the way down to my balls. Fuck, I won’t last like this. She feels too good.

Releasing me with a pop, she grinds down on her fingers, the sound of how wet she is filling the room. “Do you trust me?”

“With what?” I flash her a teasing grin that she returns, fully knowing she’s not the most trustworthy person right now. “Yeah, sweetheart. I trust ya.”

Deep down, I know what she’s about to do. That’s the thing about Myla; she’s a professional, and because of her experience, she picks up on cues you don’t know you’re giving. Except I know mine. The second I told her it was something I couldn’t just blurt out, she knew.

She grips the base of my cock and holds it up, licking up the underside before flicking her sharp tongue against the frenulum. I moan, weaving my fingers into the hair at the back of her head for no other reason than I need to touch her. Parting her lips, she takes me back into her mouth, this time so deep that she gags, producing saliva that drips down the sides of her mouth.

I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, so I should make her stop, but it feels like the gates of Heaven have opened and angels are singing all around me. Nothing except being balls deep in her pussy has ever felt this good.

“Goddamn, your mouth is so fucking incredible,” I say as she backs off me and gasps for air before glancing up at me with an evil smile that tells me she’s only warming up. There’s saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin and her makeup is smeared from her watery eyes, but fuck if she’s more beautiful like this than she’s ever been before. I get the urge to tell her how I feel but force it back down. It’ll only ruin the moment.

“Lie down. I’m not done.” She stands and waits as I climb on the bed, my head propped up on pillows so I can easily watch the show.

Positioning herself between my legs, she grips my cock and holds it up as she lowers down to sloppily suck my balls. That’s when I feel a finger smearing her spit down to my taint. She rubs at that spot while moving her mouth back to my cock. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am, and even though this is what I want, I’m nervous as fuck.

“Myla,” I say, lifting to my elbows, not knowing if I want her to keep going or stop.

She pops off me. “Let it happen.”

I fall back down, noticing that my erection has waned a little. I’m about to die of embarrassment, both because she knows what I’ve always wanted from a partner and because my cock is flaccid. She doesn’t let my softening dick deter her, though. She just pauses what she was doing and encloses my length between her breasts. Spitting a line down where she’s engulfing my shaft, she uses that as lube to jack me off.

Yep, that’ll do it. In seconds, I’m fully erect at the erotic sight.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say, propping an arm behind my head.

“So are you. You’ll be even sexier when you let me do whatever I want to you. You’ve been in control each time we’ve hooked up. Now I think it’s my turn.” She releases my cock and straddles my hips, reaching for my hand and placing it between her legs. Her cunt is sopping wet, and I push my fingers through her swollen pussy lips to pinch her clit. She rolls her hips and continues. “You’re thinking within social norms, but that’s not us, Judge. We’re so far outside any boxes they try to put us in. So when I tell you that it’ll turn me on to fuck you with my fingers while I suck your cock, you should believe me. The proof is dripping down your hand.”

I’m quiet as I play with her pussy, warring with myself. I appreciate her for making this more about her desires than easing my fears, but I’ve spent a lot of years hiding my body, hiding my past, hiding my sexual. . . curiosities. So far, Myla hasn’t flinched about any of it, so why am I getting hung up on this one last thing? Probably because if I give her this one last thing, she’ll own me, body and soul. Can I trust her not to crush my heart into a million pieces? The obvious answer is no, but something in me says not to count her out.

She gasps and arches her back as I thrust a finger inside her, my thumb expertly strumming her clit. Her body tightens around me, coiling tighter and tighter as she climbs towards her first orgasm of the day. I savor the feel of her trembling need, using it to buy myself a few more precious moments to think. As I add a second finger, angling them perfectly to stimulate her G-spot, she falls apart in my hands. She cups her breasts, lost in pleasure as her head tips back in ecstasy. In this moment, I know beyond a doubt that there is no one else I trust with this, even if she walks away from me.

I work her down from her high until she lowers her hips, smearing her juices all over my lower abdomen and still-hard cock. Our gazes lock, and I give her a subtle nod, unsure if my voice will work. She responds with a lazy smile, still on a high from her orgasm.

Now that the decision is made, much of the unease is pushed aside to make room for anticipation. I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube as Myla shoves a pillow under my hips. She settles between my legs, looking such a mess, but she got that way trying to please me, and nothing could be sexier.

She licks her palms before taking my raging erection in her hands. At this point, I’ve been hard for a long ass time, and I’m so ready to come. When she dips down to suck my cock, she lifts her ass in the air, and I sit up to palm a round cheek, trying to get my head back in the game.

I rest back against the pillows, and Myla looks up my body until she reaches my eyes. She looks so good with a mouthful of my cock, and I wonder when I turned into this man. I used to keep things simple, a quick fuck every now and then whenever the moment hit. But ever since Myla, I’m no better than half my brothers at the clubhouse, getting off on the most sinful acts. I guess I’m more Sons than I thought.

Myla keeps the pace of her mouth and frees her hands to palm my ass cheeks, rubbing them in circles, no doubt warming me up for what’s to come. She watches for a reaction, but she won’t get one. Not a bad one, anyway. I want this, and now that I’ve made that mental leap, there’s no going back.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MYLA

Imoan around Judge’s hard length, thinking about how much it’ll turn me on to milk his prostate, and I can’t believe I almost didn’t get the opportunity because he was nervous to tell me what he wants. He’s lucky I have experience in this area. When you’re a working girl and get a client who’s shy and won’t tell you out loud what they want, it means only one thing—butt stuff.

It’s absurd that straight men have such a hard time asking for something that’s proven to bring them pleasure, not to mention the health benefits, all because why? They’re afraid someone might think they’re gay, as if that’s some kind of insult? As someone who falls somewhere on the rainbow spectrum, I can assure you it’s not. I thought I was straight until my first female client at the Honey Pot. I hadn’t ever even considered the possibility, thanks to eighteen years of brainwashing from the church.

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