Page 5 of Judgment Day

Scar tried to hold his in. Honestly, he did. But when her orgasm rained over his cock, he groaned too fucking loud. He blamed it on his woman. She liked to say that he exuded big dick energy. Well, if big pussy energy was a thing, she had it. She had that good pussy energy. That ‘make you cum faster than you wanted to’ energy.

That energy that held you hostage until it drained you of everything you had and then demanded you give more. He was currently caught in that energy’s grasp. And once it had you, there was no escaping it. Scar didn’t want to escape. He was a willing captive. Hearing his woman call out his name was the final straw.

His fragile grip on control snapped. Scar moaned her name as he came, following her over the edge, soaring with her as their bodies shuddered. There was no rhythm to their dance now, no method to their madness. Insanity had claimed them. He continued thumbing her clit as he bucked into her, unable to stop.

Sweat dripped from their bodies as the bed rocked. Scar kissed her shoulder as his cum filled her. His name was on repeat on his woman’s lips. She panted it over and over, driving him wild each time she uttered it.Maksim. Maksim. Maksim.

“Fucckkk,” Scar groaned, resting his head on her shoulder.

She didn’t play fair. She knew hearing her moan his real name drove him mad with desire. Scar jerked, thrusting erratically as she drained him of everything he had. Even after she’d taken it all, he continued pushing into her, continued wanting to feel her. This was a feeling that he never wanted to end.

But like all good things, it had to end. When their bodies ceased trembling and they were finally able to catch their breath, Scar pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then to the back of her neck, then to her cheek. Eyes closed, she smiled.

“Are you ready to look at me now?” he whispered in her ear before lifting himself up to see her better.

Her eyes fluttered open. Scar moved to the side and laid down next to her. Her gaze met his, and he fell in love with her all over again. He did so whenever he saw that satisfied look in her brown gaze. Knowing he was the cause of it, knowing she was happy with him, filled him with pride.

“Are you done being mad?” he asked as he rubbed her back, unable to stop touching her.

She nodded and whispered, “You fucked the anger right out of me.”

Scar chuckled before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love waking up to you, Exa,” he told her.

“I love waking up to you too, savage.”

“I think I can do this for a lifetime,” Scar added.

“Think?” she asked.

“Know,” he hurriedly corrected his word choice. “IknowI can do this for a lifetime.”

“That’s better,” she said with a roll of her eyes. Then her smile returned. “I know I can do this forever, too, Scar. And I...”

A knock at the bedroom door interrupted them.

“What?” Scar called out, not wanting to be disturbed.

“Meeting in five minutes,” Julien replied.

“Five minutes?” Exa whispered. “I need more time. Thanks to someone and their dick, I now have to shower again.”

“You’re welcome.” Scar winked, making her giggle. Damn, he loved his woman.

“Did you hear me, Scar?” Julien yelled.

“We need twenty minutes,” Scar yelled back.

“Just hurry up before I tell Novak that you’re in there doing strenuous shit.”

Exa giggled again, then whispered, “He’s just mad because Arson said she only dates men with big dick energy, then she told him he didn’t look very energetic.”

Like Exa, Arson had a way with words.

“Did you hear me, Scar?” Julien called again.

“I heard you! Go away,” Scar yelled and heard laughter, then retreating footsteps from the other side of the door.

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