Page 8 of Still Made For You

I thrashed in place from the orgasms ripping through my body. Looking towards the ceiling, I wanted to thank God for this man of mine but now might not have been the right time. Loud, slurping sounds reverberated through the room. The way Justice devoured my pussy should have been a crime. Each time I released, his tongue was right there to clean up every drop of my essence. On the outside, Justice appeared to be a kind-hearted, gentle, pretty boy, and he was all those things. However, in the bedroom, he became a completely different man. A bona fide freak. He’d turned me onto so many new toys and positions over the course of our relationship. I’d discovered new kinks and pleasure spots, thanks to him.

Justice sat up on his knees before me, his face saturated in my essence. I squirmed under the intensity of his gaze.

“Tell me what you need from me, baby,” he whispered, hovering over me. Instead of replying, I gripped the back of his head, bringing his face closer to mine. I sucked my juices from his lips and relished the taste. He smirked, and I felt his dick resting against my thigh. Reaching between us, I grabbed his tool, lining it up with my opening.

“I like that boss shit. Put it in,” he commanded. The pressure of him entering me stunned me for a moment. You’d think after all this time I’d be used to it. He rested inside of me, causing me to whine. My muscles involuntarily clenched around him, making me moan even louder. Sensual torture, that’s what I called this. Justice grinned, then pushed deeper inside of me.

“Ahhh!” My back arched from the bed. The sensation led to another orgasm. I’m convinced this man could look at me, and I’d cum instantly. He tightened his grip on me, delivering long, powerful strokes.

“Oh, baby! I missed you so much!” We’d been working and prepping for our wedding for months now, and time seemed to be the one thing we lacked. We were reduced to stolen moments when we finally got a moment alone.

“I missed you too, lil’ baby. Let me show you how much.” My legs were lifted in the crook of his arms. His strokes remained the same, only much deeper, given the position. My juice spilled down my crack, and the squishing sounds turned me on even more.

“Shit, this pussy’s about to drown my shit. Ahh, fuck!” I loved it when he groaned in ecstasy. He increased his speed, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Two orgasms took a lot of energy, but three would have me fast asleep in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, baby! I’m about to cum,” Justice roared out. “Can I cum in my pussy, lil’ baby?”

“Cum in me, please!” My birth control hadn’t failed me yet. Plus, I'd promise him anything in the heat of the moment.

“Let it rain on my dick one more time, love.” My nails dug into his back before releasing everything left inside of me. My mouth hung open, and I swore I saw stars as I gave him what he asked for.

“Shit! Fuck! Mmmm, that’s it, baby. Give it all to me.” I squirted all over his pelvis and lower half. Moments later, his dick twitched inside of me. We laid there panting for air, both drenched in sweat.

“Damn,” Justice exclaimed. I got up to go to the bathroom to pee. I knew if I hadn’t moved right away, I’d fall asleep. After washing up and using the bathroom, I walked out to find my man passed out with no clothes on. His light snoring caused me to smirk. I thought I’d be the one who passed out, but he beat me to it. I cleaned him off with a warm soapy rag, then dried him off. He must have been exhausted because he barely moved.

I covered him up just in case one of the boys walked in here in the morning. None of the men in my home seemed to understand the concept of personal space where I was concerned.

I turned on my side to go to sleep. Before morning came, I knew I’d be wrapped in Justice’s arms because it’s how things usually worked.

“What are you doing?” I heard him speak in a groggy tone. Turning to face him, my eyebrows raised in confusion.

“You know I can’t sleep if you’re not on me. Stop playing with me, lil’ baby.” Only one of his eyes appeared open, but he’d made his request clear. I smiled and then laid my head on his chest.

“And you call me the spoiled one. Hmmpf.” Secretly, I loved the attention he gave me. I felt wanted and adored by him daily.

“Damn, right. I need to feel my heart next to me.” I snuggled into him, then slowly drifted off to sleep. Justice will always and forever be my safe space.

three

“Wherethehellareyou going?” Jett asked, catching me off guard as I attempted to slide out of his grasp.

“Oh, I was just getting ready to head home.” When I turned to look in the direction of his alarm clock, his face turned up in displeasure.

“Do you see what fucking time it is right now? There’s no way you thought it was cool to try to slide out of my bed at three in the morning. Lay your ass back down!” My pussy leaked from his aggression.

In my mind, I always assumed that he was the type of man that you could run all over, but he debunked that theory the moment we first started talking. What started as a one-night stand had turned into what looked to be a full-blown situationship. I had no intention of catching feelings for this man, but the more time I spent with him, the more I hated being away. Jett wanted more from the situation, but I didn’t know if I was ready.

My family made settling down seem so easy, but I couldn’t shake the fear in my heart that I’d end up regretting it. Love has never been easy for me, which is the reason I stayed away from it for so long. Jett had a bitch’s nose wide open, and I was terrified.

Seeing his irritated look made me kick my shoes back off and slide back under the covers. The feeling of his arms wrapping around made me shiver. Jett was sweet, but he was also an alpha male. He wouldn’t allow me to do anything for myself, but he also didn’t take any bullshit for me.

In most situations, I was always in charge, so I won’t lie and say that this hasn’t been an adjustment for me. It's a good one, though. I love having a man that could tame me or at least try.

“Tell me what’s on your mind. Huh? It seems like the closer we get, the more you pull away. What’s up with that?” I hated the way it seemed as if he could always read me like a book. Even when I tried to keep my true feelings at bay, he found a way to pull them out of me. The shit scared me more than I could even admit.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just prefer to be in my bed.” The moment the lie rolled off my tongue, I wanted to smack myself. It didn’t even sound right coming out of my mouth, so I knew he didn’t believe me for one second.

“I’m going to give you another chance to come up with a better excuse because there’s no way you think I’m falling for that bullshit.” Turning my head, I took a moment to admire his handsome face.

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