Page 57 of Judge's Mercy

I whisper the confession of my sins, seeking forgiveness from a higher power, and as the pain intensifies, a strange sense of liberation sweeps over me once again, freeing me from the confines of my own mind.

“That’s it, Judge. I’m done. Any more, and I’ll break your skin.” She’s concerned, but I’m so fucking thrilled.

I move slowly, my burning ass smarting with each step as I turn around. Her pretty mouth forms an “O,” and she presses her bare thighs together when she catches sight of my engorged cock, only proving how perfect we are for each other.

“Does that normally happen?” she asks.

“To some extent. Usually, I just try to ignore it.” I crowd her space, tipping her chin up to look me in the eyes.

“You’ll give yourself blue balls. Haven’t you had enough pain today?”

“I think blue balls was made up by horny boys who wanted a way to pressure girls into bed. Ignoring an erection can be a little uncomfortable, but it’s not harmful.” I dip down to kiss her split lip that’s reopened too many times today. I’ll make her be more careful tomorrow.

“I don’t know, he looks pretty angry. I wouldn’t risk it.” Her teasing tone makes me grin.

“Are you saying you want me to fuck you, Myla?”

“God, yes.” The flogger falls to the floor and she uses my shoulders to propel herself into my arms, attaching to me like a little spider monkey. I catch her, my hands gripping her soft thighs as she peppers my face with kisses.

I moan when I feel her bare, wet pussy against my lower abdomen. “You’re not wearing panties.”

“I didn’t feel like putting dirty underwear on after my shower.”

“You’re wet,” I state, bringing attention to the fact that flogging me must’ve aroused her too.

“I couldn’t tell,” she sasses.

I slam her against the wall, propping her up so I can pull my shirt off her. She helps, just as frantic as I am. Leaning back enough to guide my cock into her entrance, I spear her in one thrust, and we both moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t hold back. This is going to be fast and hard.”

“Please.” She grinds against me, searching for friction.

Walking us over to my small dinette, I reluctantly lower her ass to the table and pull out. I set her on her feet and spin her around. “Your turn to bend over.”

Eagerly, she presses her body flat against the table, presenting her perfect ass to me. My hand traces down her spine, eliciting a shiver from her as I spread her legs apart and enter her with a powerful thrust that sends the table skidding across the floor. Each time I push into her warm pussy, I’m consumed by a primal desire to go deeper, harder, faster.

Her moans, mixed with the slapping of skin against skin and the screeching of the table as it inches across the floor from my forceful plunges, are like music to my ears. Every cell in my body screams for this moment to last forever, but at the same time, I can feel myself on the brink of ecstasy.

I’m not sure Myla can come this way, though, so I pull out and turn her back around. Her fat tits bounce, and I can’t stop myself from palming one and bending over so I can suck her little nipple as I stroke myself, using her arousal as my lube. I can’t get enough of her, I never will, and it should scare the shit out of me, but I’m too busy being obsessed with her.

“Judge,” she breathes out.

I tear myself away from her breast and lift her onto the table. Coaxing her to lay flat on the surface, I spread her legs wide and place her heels on the lip of the table. If I could have one wish, it’d be to have Myla in this position every morning so I could eat her for breakfast. I grip her thighs and pull until her ass hangs over the edge, opening her up nice and wide. I rub up and down her parted folds as she gasps in anticipation of what’s to come. “Look at this pretty pussy, dripping with arousal for me.” Bending down, I lick her from ass to cunt, savoring her flavor.

“You promised fast and hard,” she says.

“Sorry, I got sidetracked.” I straighten and position my cock at her entrance, spreading her inner lips open for an unobstructed view as I push inside. She practically sucks me in before gripping me so tight that my balls immediately draw up. I’m going to come, but not before she does.

Holding onto her thighs to keep her in place, I fuck her the way I intended to when we began. Her tits bounce, and I recognize the look of pleasure on Myla’s beautiful face. She clenches around me, and I curse, unsure if I can hold out for her to join me.

“Rub your clit. Make yourself come,” I grit out.

Her hand slips between her legs, and I watch as she rubs small circles right above where we’re joined. A new rush of arousal coats my cock, making the glide in and out even better. She calls my name as she comes, her neck stretched long and her back bowing off the table, thrusting her breasts into the air. Watching her come is a gift I’ll never take for granted, especially since I don’t know when the last time will be.

Her thighs tremble, and she becomes impossibly tighter as a tingle starts at the base of my spine and works its way through my entire body. My vision goes black, and my brain short circuits for a second as I blow inside her, coating her insides with my seed. It’s such a claiming feeling, and I find myself regretting that she’s on birth control. I’d be the luckiest bastard alive if she allowed me to put a baby inside her. A second wave of an orgasm ripples through me at the image of her round with my child. It’s a fantasy I’ll keep to myself because if she knew what I was thinking, she wouldn’t let me anywhere near her.

“Fuck,” I curse, pushing in one last time, holding myself in as deep as I can get. No contraceptive is a hundred percent, though, right? Shaking my head, I push that thought far away. Bringing a baby into our fucked up lives is the last thing we need.

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