Page 37 of Justice For Me

“Humph. Noted, babe.”

Justice frowned. “What exactly do you mean by that humph? It sounded all doom and gloom to me.”

“It merely means I really need to make you stick a finger up your ass…since the thought of it makes you so uncomfortable.”

Cheeks burned extra hot and red. “I’m not,” he vowed.

“Bet you do,” Malachi countered arrogantly. “Now, let me have that pretty ass of yours. I’ll be extra gentle with my timid little virgin, I promised.” The words teasing but the look in his eyes said something else, assured Justice he would be as gentle as possible. “Get on all fours for me, babe. Show me what belongs to me.”

“Oh, fuck.” Justice felt another shiver dance down his spine and light a fuse in his ass. Fuck, but the man knew what words would get him stoked.

“You’ve got to have the friskiest ass I’ve ever seen, babe. Meg is going to purr in pure female satisfaction when she finally gets to touch it. I’m going to roar when I finally get to fuck it.” Using both hands, he helped Justice into position, pulling his ass high in the air and then pushing his shoulders flush against the bed. “And you’re going to love every minute of it, babe. I promise you that.”

Justice tried not to picture how they looked right now…him on his knees, ass in the air and face crammed into the bed…Malachi on his knees behind him, between his spread thighs, massaging his ass, and spreading his cheeks. His junk was dangling down between his legs, almost touching the bed, but not quite…just dangling there for Malachi’s enjoyment.

“Stop it, babe. You’re tightening up back here,” Malachi said softly. “Your tight little hole is literally tightening up right in front of me, so whatever is going on in that nervous, shy mind of yours, shut it down right now. I told you it was going to burn, hurt some…at first. Your body has to adapt, just like it always does with the toys I use on you. You know to relax, breath, and push out. If you tell me to stop, we stop. If you tell me to stop moving, to give you time to adjust, I don’t move a fucking muscle.” His finger teased the tight crease of the ass displayed before him. “When you’re ready…when you tell me to start fucking you, it’s going to feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You’re going to make all those cute noises you make during ass play, and then you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.” A finger teased the puckered hole. “I promise, babe. I’m going to make it the best you’ve ever had.”

“Promises. Promises,” Justice joked weakly. Hell, he could barely think, much less speak. Every nerve in his body was burning with need, desperate for the release…the pleasure Malachi was promising.

“You’re mine, babe. Don’t ever forget it,” Malachi murmured as his fingers kept teasing the puckered hole, loving the way the boy wiggled slightly and whimpered quietly. Those quiet whimpers would soon escalate into loud wails of pleasure, so he enjoyed the cute whimpers while he had them. He moved away, only a split second, to grab a tube of lube and a handful of condoms, and then he was back. He gently removed the plug and set it aside.

The next time Justice felt Malachi’s finger probing him, it was coated with slick lube. He felt the finger smear it all around the outside of his hole and then, gently, slip inside of him. It didn’t go deep, barely to the first knuckle, but his body still threatened to come undone. “Yes,” he moaned, moving back against the probing finger, begging for more but terrified of more at the same time.

“I’ve got you, babe. Just relax and enjoy.”

The finger slid deeper and started moving around, searching for the sweet spot that would help turn him into a whimpering fool. Within just a few seconds, the exploring finger rubbed the nub of nerves hidden inside the tight channel.

Justice felt his body jerk the instant the finger slid across the bundle of nerves. “Ahhhh, that’s the spot,” he moaned like Malachi hadn’t already known. “Again,” he demanded like a greedy bitch. “Please, Sir, again.”

“Uh oh, babe. No sir in this room…not tonight. Call me anything you want to call me, but I’m not your master tonight.” Another finger slid inside to join the first one, scissoring gently. “I’m your lover.”

The words aroused him almost as much as the finger stroking his insides. “Malachi,” he panted. “Oh, shit, Malachi. Keep touching me there. That feels so fucking good.” He rolled his hips, begging for more. He expected a slap on his ass but only got a soft chuckle.

“Don’t you come without me, babe,” Malachi said. “Try to hold back. I want you so badly, want to shove my cock in your tight ass, make you take every inch of it, but we’ve got to go slow, babe. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I’m going to have to.” A third finger joined the other two. He was stretching nicely. Panting and whimpering even nicer.

“I’m…I’m ready. I’m sure I’m ready. Fuck me,” Justice mewled between those weird sounds he kept making.

“You’realmostready,” Malachi countered as his fingers kept exploring and stretching. He’d used so much lube that the poor kid was sloppy wet with the stuff. It looked vulgarly erotic from where he was seated. His dark fingers were buried inside the boy and lube leaked out and slid down his crack and dripped onto his nut sack. “I can’t wait to see your ass take my cock, swallow the entire length until I completely disappear inside you.”

Justice tried to rear up, desperate for the release his body was craving…no, demanding. He needed Malachi to fuck him, needed to feel him do exactly what his dirty words were promising. Before he managed to get his head a foot off the bed, Malachi shoved him back down again with his free hand. A frustrated roar ripped from his throat. Thank the fuck that at least that sounded manly instead of his normal cries. “Now, Malachi! I have to come. I’m dying to come. Fuck me now.”

“Demanding little fuck, aren’t you?” Malachi asked. His fingers slid free of their tight confines and a moan of disappointment and emptiness tumbled from Justice. Before the muscles tightened back up, he slid on the condom and positioned the head of his cock against the slightly-gaping hole. The boy felt it, knew what was happening, because Malachi heard him gasp and then his body tensed up again.

“Easy, babe.” Malachi’s hands gripped those lean hips again, loving how they fit together so perfectly. Both their bodies were on fire, burning each other wherever they touched. “Breathe for me. In and out. Calm and easy,” he coaxed. “Push out, babe.” He nudged the head against the ring of muscles and felt Justice push out, just like he’d taught him. The crown of his cock slid in easily, but Malachi held himself in check, refused to go any deeper until he was sure the boy was ready to take more.

Justice’s eyes popped open when he felt the intrusion. He knew exactly what it was, what was inside of him…what more was yet to come. It burned…pretty damned bad. Soft words of affection were coming from Malachi, urging him to relax, telling him how good he was doing. After a few seconds, the burn started to ease and he carefully rolled his hips, wondering how it would feel.

It didn’t feel bad, not at all. He eased back, pressing his ass against Malachi’s cock…forcing another two inches inside of him.

It didn’t feel good, not at all. He froze.

“Too much, babe?”

Malachi, the man who loved to beat and torture his body in the playroom, lovingly stroked his back and hips, coaxed him with those soft words. When his head reached around and wrapped around his flaming cock, Justice jerked with a start. He would have more than likely completely impaled his ass on Malachi’s cock if the other man hadn’t been holding him tightly around his waist, refusing any movement from him.

“Easy. Just focus on how this feels for a few minutes.” He hand, already wet from the lube job on his ass, stroked up and down his length, fisting and twisting, worshipping and loving…

“Oh, fuck, that feels good. I’m trying, I promise,” Justice whispered.

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