Page 55 of Breeding Justice

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Hassan muttered, his voice rough as gravel. He circled her clit with his thumb, slow and deliberate, drawing another gasp from her lips.

I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. There was something magnetic about watching her like this—completely open, completely vulnerable. I had always loved seeing her like this, open, vulnerable.

Ready for us.

She trusted us, trusted him, and the way she responded to Hassan was nothing short of mesmerizing.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch, Bash?” Skylar’s voice cut through the air, sharp and teasing, but I could hear the edge of hunger in it. He was sprawled on the other end of the couch, lazily stroking his cock, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Or are you gonna do something about that?” He nodded toward the obvious strain in my jeans.

“Shut up, Sky,” I muttered, though there was no heat in my voice.

His grin widened. “What? You’re clearly enjoying the view. Don’t be shy, mate.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was enjoying the view—too much. Justice moaned again, her hands tangling in the cushions beneath her as Hassan slid a second finger inside her, stretching her, preparing her. Her hips rolled against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was giving her, and I couldn’t help but shift where I stood, my cock throbbing with every desperate sound she made.

“Fuck, Justice,” Hassan murmured, leaning over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so tight. So perfect. You ready for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

That one word broke something in me.

I pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer as Hassan lined himself up with her. I wanted to see everything—the way her body took him, the way her lips parted as he filled her. I wanted to memorize the flush on her cheeks, the way her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath.

Hassan didn’t rush. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. Justice’s back arched, her mouth falling open as she gasped, and I felt my restraint start to fray at the edges.

“Fuck,” Hassan groaned, his voice low and guttural. “You feel so good, doll. So fucking good.”

She whimpered, her hands clutching at his arms, and the sight of her taking him—her body stretching to accommodate him—was almost enough to make me come untouched.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Skylar’s voice drew my attention, and I turned to find him watching me, his cock still in his hand. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with something dark, something knowing.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice rough as I looked back at her. “She is.”

Hassan started to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one drawing a soft moan from Justice’s lips. I watched the way her body responded to him, the way her thighs trembled, the way her nails dug into his shoulders.

“You wanna join in?” Skylar asked, his tone light but laced with challenge. “Or are you happy being a spectator?”

I shot him a glare, but my body betrayed me, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. I wanted to join. Fuck, I needed to. But there was something intoxicating about watching them, about seeing the way Hassan took care of her, the way she trusted him completely.

Hassan’s pace quickened, his hips snapping against hers with more urgency. Justice cried out, her head falling back against the couch, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

“Come here,” Skylar said, his voice softening slightly as he patted the cushion beside him. “Your wife wants you, Bash. You know she does.”

I hesitated, torn between staying where I was and diving in. But then Justice turned her head, her glassy eyes finding mine, and she whispered, “Please.”

That single word undid me.

I crossed the room in a few quick strides, my hands already working to unbuckle my belt. Skylar grinned as I joined him on the couch, but for once, he didn’t say anything. He just leaned back, giving me space as I knelt beside her.

Justice turned her head toward me, her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing over the flushed skin, and she leaned into my touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my voice low and reverent.

She reached for me, her fingers tugging at the waistband of my jeans. I helped her, shoving them down far enough to free my aching cock. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I felt my chest tighten at the raw need in her gaze.

“Come here,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around me, stroking me slowly.

I leaned over her, capturing her lips in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. Her hand tightened around me, and I groaned into her mouth, my hips jerking involuntarily.

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