Page 57 of Breeding Justice

Zane's hand moved from her cheek to her breast, kneading it gently as he leaned down to kiss her neck. "Remember,beautiful," he murmured against her skin, "you're in control. If it gets to be too much..."

But we all knew it wouldn't. Justice was a force, a hurricane of desire that took us in and left us wrecked in the best possible way.

Skylar let out a low whistle. "She's not just taking it; she's fucking thriving on it." His admiration wasn't just lustful; it held a note of genuine respect that made my chest tighten.

"She's a fucking goddess," Hassan agreed, his voice strained. He was close; we all could tell. His hands loosened their death grip on her hips, one sliding up her back in a rough caress.

I wasn't far behind him. The combined heat of Justice's mouth and the visual of Hassan's nearing release had me teetering on the edge. I could feel the tension building, a storm ready to break. My fingers threaded through her hair, my body taut as a bowstring as I fought to hold back just a little longer.

Hassan's breathing turned ragged, each exhale a near-growl as he drove into her with the last of his fervor. "Fuck, I'm gonna—" he started, but his words dissolved into a deep, guttural shout as he thrust one final time, his body convulsing with release. Justice's moan around my cock was pure ecstasy, the vibrations almost enough to tip me over.

Hassan pulled out slowly, his movements tender in the aftermath of his intensity. He collapsed back onto the couch, sweat gleaming on his skin, a satisfied grin playing at his lips. "That was... damn."

Justice's head turned toward him, her eyes soft and adoring. But before she could say anything, Zane leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, his hand sliding between her legs to feel the evidence of Hassan's climax. Her gasp against his mouth was a mix of surprise and longing.

I pulled back from her reluctantly, my cock aching with unfulfilled need. "We're not done yet," I said, my voice rough with desire. "Zane still needs his turn. And Skylar."

Skylar moved in beside her, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her thighs. “And we’re gonna make sure you feel every second of it, love.” His words were a promise, dripping with intent.

Justice's breath hitched at the combined sensations and the reality of what she had coming. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and burning with need. “Please,” she whispered once more, her voice straining with the weight of her desire. She looked utterly divine—her body trembling and glistening with a sheen of sweat, her lips parted and swollen, brimming with lust.

Zane’s eyes never left hers as he slid down her body, his lips trailing tender kisses along her heated skin. He paused aboveher entrance, brushing his thumb over the slickness there. "You ready for me?" he asked softly, though we all knew the answer. She was beyond ready; she was desperate for it.

I shifted onto the couch beside Justice, angling myself behind her and pulling her back against my chest. The closeness allowed me to kiss along the curve of her neck while my hands roamed over her breasts, tweaking her nipples just enough to make her gasp. Skylar moved too, positioning himself near her head so that she could reach out for him whenever she wanted.

Slowly—almost agonizingly so—Zane positioned himself at her entrance. "We want this to last," he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "We want you to feel everything."

With that, he pushed in with a deliberate slowness that had Justice whimpering. Her hands gripped at Skylar's thigh, then at my arms as she tried to brace herself against the onslaught of sensations. Zane paused once he was fully inside her, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Fuck," he muttered. "You're so damn tight."

Justice bit her lip, her body taut with anticipation. "Zane," she pleaded, but he just shook his head, opening his eyes to meet hers.

"This is your punishment for being so perfect," he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "We take our time. And you love it, you absolute little slut."

Justice's body quivered with the tension of her need, every inch of her screaming for release. Zane's deliberate pace was torture, but it was the kind of agony she craved. Her mind swam in a sea of sensations, each touch and kiss a wave that threatened to drown her.

I could feel her heart pounding through her back and into my chest, a frantic rhythm that matched my own. My hands traced down her sides, committing every curve and contour to memory. This moment—this exquisite pause before the storm—was almost too perfect.

Skylar leaned in, his lips brushing Justice's ear. "You can take him deeper, you know," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "All you have to do is move."

With a desperate whine, Justice tried to thrust her hips upward, but Zane held her down with a firm yet gentle hand. "Not yet," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. "We'll go when I'm ready."

“Doesn’t he have the most beautiful cock?” Skylar asked. He leaned forward and kissed Skylar on the mouth, taking his time to savor the contact before pulling away with a soft, affectionate smile.

Justice's eyes widened at the display, her arousal peaking at the sight of their shared intimacy. It was moments like these that made their dynamic so special—not just the raw, unfiltered passion, but the deep connections that ran between them all.

Zane noticed her gaze and gave her a knowing smirk. "We share everything, Justice. You included."

Her body trembled at his words, every nerve ending alight with anticipation and need. She was on the brink, teetering between overwhelming desire and the exquisite torture of waiting.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Zane withdrew almost entirely, causing Justice to gasp at the sudden loss. He held there for a heartbeat, two, letting the tension build to an unbearable peak. Then, with a controlled thrust, he buried himself in her again, his pace still maddeningly measured.

Justice's hands clawed at my arms as she tried to find something solid to hold onto. The slow rhythm Zane set was driving her wild, each stroke sending a shockwave through her body. She turned her head towards me, her lips seeking mine in a desperate kiss. I obliged, kissing her hard and deep, pouring all of my pent-up desire into that moment.

Justice broke the kiss with me, gasping for air, her eyes fluttering closed as Zane continued his torturous pace. "I can't... I need to..." she stammered, her words dissolving into a moan.She was so close, balancing on the knife’s edge of release, yet we all knew she wouldn't be allowed to tip over just yet.

Skylar leaned back, giving her space but not taking his eyes off her. "You’ve already come once," he said softly. "You don't get to come until we've all had our fill, does she, Bash?"

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