Page 53 of Judgment Day

“Panties too.”

“Yes, sir.” Damn, she was already wet.

Once her panties were off, he went to his knees in front of her with his large body positioned between her and the island.

“Eat your sandwich,” he ordered.

Exa nodded as she stared down at him. He pulled her closer to his mouth.

“Eat, Exa,” he said again.

“You eat,” she countered, ready to feel his tongue against her clit.

His reply was a long, slow swipe of his tongue over her most sensitive flesh. Exa closed her eyes as he repeated his actions. He spread her legs a bit wider, so he could reach her core. She gripped the counter's edge when his tongue slid between her silken folds. Holding the counter, she gyrated against his mouth as the speed of his tongue increased.

It wasn’t long before her fruit and peanut butter sandwich was forgotten. All she could think about was his tongue on her pussy. He was doing that spelling shit again. She felt illiterate each time he did it. How was she supposed to know what he was writing when that shit felt so good?

She trembled, caught in the web of pleasure his tongue was weaving. Her orgasm struck like lightning, sending sparks rippling across her body as she cried out his name.Maksim. He continued to lick her gently as aftershocks caused her to tremble sporadically. When he finally stood up, Exa leaned against him, spent and unable to continue standing on her own.

“What were you spelling?” she asked as he held her.

“You didn’t figure it out?”

“How could I? I was too busy riding your mouth.”

“I spelled,eat your food, repeatedly.”

Exa laughed against his chest. “Give me a second to catch my breath. Then we’ll see if you can figure out what I’m going to spell on that dick.”

“I’m ready,” he told her.

They obeyed the doctor’s orders. No sex was had. However, they did pleasure each other until their bodies couldn’t take anymore. Scar failed to realize that she’d spelled,say my name, on his dick while she sucked him until he nutted in her mouth. After using their mouthwash, brushing their teeth, and washing their hands, they ate their peanut butter and fruit sandwiches.

To Exa’s surprise, it wasn’t bad. Who knew? After eating, they cleaned the kitchen together before showering and returning to their command center to go over their plan one more time with the team. During that final run-through, she showed Scar the images of the terrain they’d have to cross to reach the judge's property. It would take them twenty minutes of walking to get there. Then twenty to get back. If they were wounded, it would take longer.

“The plan is to not get wounded,” he told her.

“That’s the plan. But, in case we do get wounded, we’ll leave emergency kits at certain camera checkpoints in the woods. Halfway there, there’s a road to cross. We don’t want to cross while cars are coming.”

“Don’t want anyone reporting to the authorities that they saw someone there. Right?” Scar asked.

“Right. But it’s a backroad that’s rarely used. Usually, people who are drinking and driving and who are trying to avoid the police on the highways take that road. We shouldn’t have any issues with it.”

“We’ve got it all worked out,” Scar told her. “It’s time to rest until midnight. Then we’ll strike. Come on, love. Let’s take a nap.”

Scar stretched out his hand. Exa took it. Together, they headed to the bedroom. Exa thought she’d be too riled up to sleep. She was wrong. She fell asleep before Scar did. They were both more exhausted than they’d thought. They didn’t awaken until their alarm went off at eleven-thirty. They got up and got dressed.

It was almost showtime.

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