Page 22 of Justice

I want to shelter her from everything and anyone that could hurt her in any way.

I want to wrap her in my arms and shield her from every danger, every pain this cruel world could throw at her.

My eyes drink her in, savoring every detail. Her skin still holds the golden kiss of summer, a stark contrast to the blonde hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo. Those eyes, so dark they're almost black, give her this innocent, doe-eyed look.

Her body is all soft curves that make my hands itch to explore. The light dusting of freckles across her nose is so fucking cute it should be illegal.

I can no longer fight the urge to taste her lips. With her chest against mine, I can feel how fast her heart is beating.

Her shirt is pushed up, showing her tan stomach, the slight roundness to her belly, and I can’t keep my hands off her.

I yank the blankets off to the side so I can fully see her, and my breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of her long, tanned legs. Her pussy is barely covered by her underwear. A low growl escapes my lips as I fight the overwhelming urge to bury my face between her thighs.

"Fuck, Elle," I breathe, my voice rough with desire. "I need to taste you. Please, let me taste you,” I practically beg her.

Her eyes widen at my question, and she clears her throat, unable to hide the blush spreading down her neck.

Her thighs are thick and lush, begging for me to bite them. “You can.” Her voice trembles and I spread her legs wider, able to see the wetness between them.

A low groan escapes my throat. "Fuck me." The words come out rougher than I intended, raw with need.

Elle's face flushes a deep crimson, and she tries to hide behind her hands. I can't help the smirk that tugs at my lips, even as I try to reassure her. "Don't be embarrassed, angel. You're fucking perfect."

She grabs a pillow, burying her face in it. The sight of her shyness only fuels my desire. I slide down her body, my hard cock dragging against the mattress. The friction is almost unbearable, and I grit my teeth, fighting for control. Christ, I'm so hard I could fucking hammer nails with my dick.

My eyes lock onto her panties, soaked through and clinging to her folds. The outline of her pussy is clearly visible, and it takes every ounce of willpower to not rip them off right then and there.

I position myself between her legs, my face mere inches from her center. The scent of her arousal hits me hard, making my mouth water.

Without hesitation, I lean in, my tongue darting out to lick the wetness on her inner thighs. I savor every drop, groaning at her taste.

Elle jumps so violently I have to grab her hips to keep her from tumbling off the bed. The pillow flies to the side as she props herself up on her elbows, wide eyes meeting mine. The look of surprise and the lust on her face nearly undo me.

Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I lean in again. This time, I lick her through her panties, pressing my tongue hard against her clit. The moan that escapes her lips is music to my ears, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.

That sound breaks the last of my restraint. I grip the sides of her panties, tearing them apart with a satisfying rip. There's nothing between us now, and the sight of her bare pussy, glistening with arousal, makes me growl with need.

I lift her legs, draping them over my shoulders. My hands spread her lips, holding her open for me. "Fuck, Elle, you're so beautiful," I breathe, before diving in.

I've imagined this moment countless times, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality. She's sweeter than I ever dreamed, tangy, and intoxicating. I lap at her hungrily, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice.

She is a drug and I’m an addict.

Elle's hips buck against my face, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Christopher," she gasps, her voice breathy and desperate. The sound of my name on her lips in that moment is the sweetest thing I've ever heard.

“Oh my God,” she moans, and I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her body stiffens, her legs closing in around my head, trying to strangle me as she fights the orgasm.

I slide my hand between us, my fingers ghosting over her slick folds. Slowly, carefully, I slip a finger inside her. She's so tight.

She screams as she orgasms, pulsating around my finger over and over like she is trying to suck them deeper.

Her body is jolting with the aftershocks but I don’t stop because I want one more out of her before I’m satisfied. So I continue, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to build her up again. She pushes at my head, overstimulated and sensitive, but then a moment later, she's grinding against my face, chasing that high once more.

Elle's entire body goes rigid, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she comes undone for the second time and strangles me with her legs.

I can’t help but laugh as her body jerks around like she is possessed.

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