Page 59 of Breeding Justice

"Bash," she said again, her voice more urgent this time. "Please."

I slid my hand between her thighs, feeling the wetness that Zane and Hassan had left behind, mixing with her own. My fingers played at her entrance, teasing but not entering. Her hips bucked against me, seeking more, but I held her in place.

Hassan had been watching her, almost as if he was hypnotized since he had come, doing nothing but waiting for her to come again.

He snapped back to the present at my mention. "We always take good care of her," he said, his tone both a reassurance and a reminder.

Justice's eyes closed, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself for what was to come. She knew we would stretch this moment out as long as possible, savoring every second of her torment and pleasure.

I removed my hand, and she let out a small whimper of frustration. "Not yet," I said, holding up my fingers for her to see. They glistened with the evidence of her arousal. "You need to be patient."

Skylar leaned in, kissing her neck with a tenderness that belied the rough promise he had made earlier. His free hand traced lazy lines down her side, making her shiver. "Patience makes it better, pet," he whispered.

I brought my fingers to Justice's lips, and without hesitation, she took them into her mouth, sucking hungrily. The sight of her, so eager and compliant, sent a jolt through me. I was hard as steel, but I knew that giving in now would ruin everything we had built up.

Zane smirked. “You’re so good for us, beautiful.”

"Justice, just a little longer," I murmured, pulling my fingers away from her mouth. Her lips parted in a silent protest, hereyes pleading. She was on the brink, and stretching her out this far had been exquisite torture—for all of us.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said.

Justice's body tensed in anticipation at my words, her eyes glazed with a mixture of relief and dread. She knew I would be slow, deliberate, stretching out every second to prolong the peak we had all been driving her towards.

I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness radiate against me. Her breath hitched, and I paused, savoring the moment. This was the point of no return, where all our teasing and restraint would finally give way.

With agonizing slowness, I pushed inside her. Justice's mouth opened in a silent scream, her hands clutching at the men around her to ground her. I held still once I was fully embedded, letting her body adjust, letting her mind absorb the intensity of it all.

The room was silent except for our breathing. Even Skylar had paused in his own ministrations, all eyes on us. This was the calm before the storm, the brief moment of peace before everything exploded.

I began to move, each withdrawal and thrust measured with precise control. Justice's body responded instinctively, rising tomeet me with a helpless need. I could feel every inch of her, every twitch and spasm as she fought to hold on.

"Bash," she gasped. "I can't—"

"You can," I interrupted. “Because you’re my wife. And a fucking goddess.”

Her eyes flared with something deeper than desire—love, trust, the unbreakable bond we had forged over years of passion and pain. It was this that made everything more intense, more real. We weren’t just a tangle of bodies seeking pleasure; we were a family, each of us giving and taking in a perfect, fragile balance.

"Bash," she whispered again, but this time it wasn't a plea. It was an acceptance, a recognition of what we were to each other and what this moment meant.

I quickened my pace, my own control starting to slip as her heat and tightness threatened to pull me over the edge. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her, and I could feel her teetering on the brink of a release that would consume her whole.

Skylar's hand found mine, and he placed something cool and metallic in my palm. I knew immediately what it was—the small vibrator we had used so many times before. I flicked it on, the low hum filling the room with an added layer of tension.

"Hold her," I commanded, and Zane and Skylar moved to either side of Justice, helping Hassan to hold her down, all of their hands gentle but firm on her shoulders and hips. She was a trembling live wire, ready to burst the moment I applied the smallest bit of pressure.

I pressed the vibrator against her clit, and Justice's body seized with the immediate, overwhelming sensation. Her back arched, her head thrown against Zane's chest, every muscle in her body tightening as if she were about to snap.

The look on her face was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, mingled with a touch of agony. It was the look of someone who had been holding their breath for too long and was finally allowed to take a deep, life-giving gulp of air.

"Bash," she cried out, but I wasn't sure if it was in thanks or in protest. Maybe both.

I held the vibrator in place as I continued to thrust into her, each movement now sending her spiraling deeper and deeper. The men around her watched with something like reverence.

Justice's first orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her with a force that made the bed shake. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed off the walls and sent a shiver down my spine. Her body convulsed around me, pulling me dangerously close to my own release.

But we weren't done.

“I’m going to let Skylar come inside you first,” I said into her ear as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you see stars.”

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