Page 25 of Injustice and Absolution

He eases my legs open with his knee then reaches farther between them. Running his finger between the crack of my ass, my eyes widen in anticipation of his next move.

Continuing his path back toward the front of my body, he wedges the fabric of my thong into my soaking wet slit.

Bringing his thumb and forefinger to his nose, he inhales deeply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head before landing on me once again. Parting his lips, his tongue darts out, then he licks over the pad of his thumb before sucking on the tip.

Watching him experience me in this way takes me on a journey like none that I’ve ever traveled before. The pure eroticism of it enhances the delicious, heavy throbbing deep in my stomach... The goose bumps that cover every inch of my skin... My erratic heart rate, thumping loudly in my ears.

Yet I crave more. I yearn to be pushed further, to feel more than I’ve ever felt.

I would do anything for this man, simply for the promise of feeling like this again.

Once more, he reaches for my core, rescuing the drowning fabric from between my legs. But it’s a quick reprieve for my thong as he rips it from my body, causing complete annihilation to the undergarment. Bringing the soaked material to his nose, he inhales my scent deeply with an open mouth, increasing the aroma for his senses.

An embarrassed flush sends heat to my cheeks when presented with the evidence of my arousal. If that wasn’t bad enough, his eyes latch onto mine as he sticks his tongue out, lapping up the thick layer of moisture I expelled onto the material.

“You taste divine, kitten,” Royce pants, and I revel in the way his hot breath whispers over my naked skin. The way his pupils pulsate with pleasure.

I watch the ruined fabric drop to the rock beneath our feet, catching sight of the pointed bulge in his boxer briefs. I salivate with the need to see him. To taste him in the same way he’s tasted me. My eyes catch his again as I run my fingers through his waistband, seeking his approval to continue.

I crave his acceptance and guidance almost as much as his touch. With the slightest nod and a catch of his breath, I remove them and cast my first glance upon his cock. He's large. Bigger than the three guys I’ve been with in the past year.

Far bigger than...

I cut my thought off before I can finish it. I refuse to include my father in this. He has no place here.

Bringing my attention back to Royce, I trace my fingers over his thick veins, bulging and throbbing along the length of him. My tongue darts out, licking over my bottom lip.

Royce brings his hand to my chin and forces me to look at him.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Delilah. You know that, right?”

“I know. But there’s nothing I don’t want to do with you, Royce.”

With that declaration, I kneel in front of him, eye to eye with the pre-cum glistened head of his cock. My eyes snap to his again as I reach my tongue out, tracing his opening with the tip of it.

A guttural groan releases from deep in his throat as I take him inside of me, running my lips as far down his shaft as I can until he hits the back of my throat. Slowly I pull back, licking the underside of him as I go, coating him in my thickening saliva.

He fists the hair at the crown of my head as his eyes roll back into his skull. My clit throbs at the sound of his moan, knowing I’ve got such a strong and powerful man under my spell.

Taking him in again, he applies pressure to my head, holding me at the base of his cock for a second before easing up. I continue my movements, sucking and licking him, worshiping this man, until he stops me.

Panting, he looks into my eyes, a man on the brink of losing all control. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he nudges me backward, my elbows resting on the rock beneath us.

With a crazed gleam in his eye, he curls his arms around my hips and dives between my legs tongue first, impaling me repeatedly. Then he latches onto my clit, maniacally sucking away as though he can’t get enough. In seconds flat, I’m screaming through the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.

And the first I’ve ever received from someone else that wasn’t forcefully taken.

Lost for thought, my body like putty, I lie motionless except for the rapid rise and fall of my heaving chest. Royce looks at me from between my legs, his mouth and chin slick and shiny with my arousal.

A prideful, smug grin on his face.

And a playful gleam in his eye.

“I’m far from done with you, kitten. Give me more.”

He pushes his fingers inside of me, twirling them around. My subsiding orgasm is already roaring back to life. Just before it crests once again, he removes his fingers and rapidly rubs my arousal over my clit.

In one motion, he rises to his knees between my legs, one hand still focused on my clit as the other slams into my pussy, launching an internal assault on my hungry body.

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