Page 58 of Breeding Justice

“No, she doesn’t,” I said. “I want to watch you like this for a bit longer. You’re so fucking exquisite.”

Zane's thrusts grew a fraction faster, a bit more urgent. Justice's body responded instinctively, meeting each of his movements with her own, despite knowing that any moment of relief would be fleeting. Her hands released their grip on my arms and slid down to Zane's, trying to pull him deeper, harder.

"Please," she begged again, her voice cracking with the intensity of her need. "Zane, please..."

But it was Skylar who answered her plea. "After he finishes, then you can have me. Then you can come as many times as you want."

The promise hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Justice's eyes shot to mine again, searching for something—reassurance, perhaps, or release.

“I want to watch Zane dripping out of you,” I said.

"Fuck," Zane muttered, his voice rough with desire. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he began to move faster, each thrust accompanied by the slick sound of their joined bodies. Justice's moans grew louder, more desperate, her fingers digging into his arms as she tried to anchor herself.

Skylar and I watched, entranced by the sight before us. There was something almost hypnotic about the way Zane moved inside her, his eyes never leaving hers, completely attuned to every gasp and whimper that escaped her lips. It was a dance of raw passion and control, a perfect embodiment of their relationship.

"Oh my god," Justice whimpered. "Zane... please..."

He grunted in response, his hips snapping forward with a force that made her cry out. But even as his movements grew more urgent, he maintained that maddeningly deliberate pace, pulling back just enough to keep her teetering on the edge.

I reached between Justice and me, finding the swollen bud of her clit and rubbing gentle circles against it while my other hand continued its assault on her nipples. Her body jerked in response, every muscle coiled tight as she tried to push herself closer to that elusive climax.

"That's right," Skylar murmured from beside us.

He had a hand on himself now, stroking slowly in time with Zane’s thrusts. "Feel everything. Remember this."

Justice was beyond words, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. Her eyes were wild, flicking between the three of us as if she couldn't decide where to focus. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the air electric with our combined need.

Zane's pace quickened, his control starting to fray at the edges. Each thrust now was accompanied by a growl or a grunt, his composure giving way to raw animal desire. Justice's body met him eagerly, her hips rising to match his every stroke.

"I'm so close," Zane warned, his voice strained. "Justice..."

She clasped his face in her hands, pulling him down for a kiss that was all hunger and desperation. He broke away, his forehead resting against hers as he gave a few final, hard thrusts.

With a guttural moan, Zane tensed, his body rigid as he spilled into her. Justice held him tight, savoring the heat of him inside her, the rough cadence of his breathing in her ear. He stayed there for a moment, letting the last waves of his orgasm wash over him before slowly pulling out.

Justice's body ached with the emptiness Zane left behind, her every nerve screaming for the release that had been so cruelly postponed. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, tryingto channel the searing frustration into something she could endure.

Zane rolled to the side, his chest heaving, and gave Justice a lingering touch on her thigh. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice still thick with the afterglow.

Skylar moved in then, his hands tracing patterns on Justice’s flushed skin. "Your turn," he said to me, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. He knew I had the most control, the most restraint. If anyone could stretch this out longer, it was me.

I shifted Justice so she was lying on her side, facing me, and gently stroked her hair out of her face. She looked utterly wrecked, in the most beautiful way possible. Her lips were swollen from kisses, her eyes heavy-lidded with unfulfilled desire.

"Bash," she whispered, a plea and a promise all in one breath.

I kissed her softly, almost chastely, and let my fingers trail down her body with the lightest of touches. Every brush of my skin against hers made her flinch and shudder; she was wound so tight that even the gentlest caress was almost too much for her. I loved seeing her like this: vulnerable, desperate, completely at our mercy.

"Don't worry," I said softly into her ear. "We'll take good care of you."

Justice's eyes flicked to Skylar, then back to me. She knew what was coming, and despite her current state, I could see the spark of excitement in her gaze. She trusted us implicitly, knew that we would push her to her limits but never beyond.

But fuck. I needed to make this last.

I needed to be inside her for as long as I could. And I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold back.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Bash

Iwithdrew, letting the anticipation build. Justice's body was a live wire, every inch of her skin crackling with unspent energy. I knew how much she wanted this, how much she needed it, and that knowledge only fueled my own desire.

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