Page 49 of Justice For Me

“Our stubborn little lover is trying to hold back on us, baby doll,” Megan purred. “He’s worrying that bottom lip so hard that he might just nibble it right off.”

Malachi chuckled and slid in the third finger, stretching him…easing him into the painful burn that would soon be followed by intense pleasure. “Don’t you worry, Meg. He won’t be able to hold back. Our boy can moan and whimper just as good as his ass can take a flogging.”

“Take him,” she demanded, her normally soft and steady voice sounding desperate, heavy with arousal. She grasped the back of his neck with her hand and pulled him closer to her, giving her an unrestricted view of Malachi guiding his lubed cock toward the puckered hole.

Her hand on the back of his neck felt good…but when both hands slid down, cupped his trembling globes and spread his cheeks open, it felt unbelievably fucking good. He held still, completely submissive, as his Mistress presented him to his Dom. If possible, just being in the position made him feel like he’d already hit his subspace. His feelings for both of them were overpowering and frightening, but he wasn’t able to worry another second about the possible repercussions of those emotions…not when Malachi’s cock breeched his tight ring of muscle…and kept pushing, further and further, stretching and burning, until he was buried to the hilt. He felt the other man’s balls bumping against him. He heard Megan’s whispered words of pure feminine satisfaction. Heaven, this had to be what it felt like.

“So beautiful,” Megan cooed. “Both of my babies are so beautiful right now.” She bit his shoulder blade in a way that made him feel like she was claiming him like an animal does during mating. “Your ass was made for us, lover. Don’t ever doubt it. It looks so gorgeous swallowing Malachi’s cock.”

Justice moaned. Hell, what else could he do after such a naughty compliment? Megan, sweet Megan, fucked him with her words while Malachi’s cock claimed him in a completely physical way. Their ownership of his body was the most delicious feeling in the world. He tried to move his hips, thrust just enough to cause his cock to slide against Meg’s soft stomach and his lover’s cock to hit the bundle of nerves hidden inside of him. Malachi had only taken him this way a handful of times, but his body already knew what it wanted, knew how badly it craved for the bigger man to begin pounding his hole with the violent thrusts associated with his male lover.

“Nope,” Malachi barked as his large hands gripped Justice’s lean hips and held him completely immobile. “Not yet, lover,” he warned. “We aren’t finished with you yet.”

Justice whined. Yep, a whine. Could he sound any more like a pussy? “Please,” he added to his whine. Yea, he guessed he could sound more like a pussy…he just did.

“Give me a minute, babe. I just can’t tear my eyes away from the vision in front of me,” Megan griped. “You guys look so sexy. I have the most horrible feeling I’m going to picture this lovely vision at the most inopportune times. Like, when I’m in Church or giving confession.”

After a few more seconds and a few more flowery words used to describe how sexy she thought Malachi’s cock looked embedded in Justice’s ass, she finally pulled back and plastered her lips against Justice’s quivering mouth. His breathing was labored as he tried, unsuccessfully, to control the urges racing through him. He needed to be fucked. Now.

She tasted his lips, savoring his desire, and then started a sultry path of kisses down the side of his face…to the hollow of his neck…his chest and nipples…his sexy V…finishing with the grand finale of swallowing his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat.

Justice roared.

“Good boy,” Malachi whispered. “You like that, don’t you, lover?” His hands suddenly gripped Justice’s hips tightly…a provocative warning that he was about to fuck him…and fuck him hard. “I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can while Megan swallows and sucks that beautiful cock of yours…and you’re going to take it. You’re going to take whatever we want to give you. Understood?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir,” Justice answered. “Fuck, yea. Please fuck me,” he pleaded. He needed to feel Malachi’s strength claim him, needed to feel Megan’s love wrapped around his cock.

Malachi pulled all the way out and then slammed into him, causing another roar to erupt from Justice. The wave of pleasure was almost too much. Every inch of his body was alive and writhing between them. He felt every inch of Malachi’s cock…every swirl of Megan’s tongue. It was too much and his body threatened to erupt from the pleasure. He held back, fought the need with every ounce of his strength, knowing his wanted this to last forever. Heneededthis to last.

At some point, he lost track of time. He was clueless as to how long Malachi pounded into him, mastering his body with his hands, lips, and cock. He’d caved much faster than he’d wanted with his own release but Megan was just too skilled with her mouth. She’d swallowed every drop and then licked him clean while Malachi had continued to fuck him. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but Megan had released his restraints and Malachi had shoved him forward, forcing him on his hands and knees so he could fuck him even harder.

Vaguely, he remembered his elbows hitting the floor when Malachi had toppled him forward. He heard Megan declaring beautiful words of admiration of how well Malachi was fucking him…of how well Justice was taking to being fucked. He thought he might recall Malachi’s roar, primal and dominant sounding, when he’d finally come. But, he can’t really be sure of any of that…he was pretty certain he’d blacked out.

When he woke up, he was tightly cocooned in a blanket in his own bed. His body felt weak, completely satiated. He was still buzzing from desire and the warmth he’d felt during their lovemaking session. He could taste Megan on his lips…could smell Malachi’s scent all over him. They’d cleaned him up, but the intoxicating scent remained and he reveled in it. His mind was calm as sleep claimed him again.

Chapter 14

He woke the second time to Megan placing wet kisses against his chest. Her soft chuckles tickled his nipples while her tongue tormented the same sensitive flesh. Her hand wrapped around a cock that was already hard and dripping with need and stroked him up and down. His eyes fluttered open and focused on the beauty draped across his body. She’d given him the best blow job of his life and watched Malachi fuck him with a heated intensity that had taken Justice’s breath away…but this morning, she was sweet and fun-loving Megan again. She was the same woman that had shared secrets with him during their long phone conversations. Her eyes, as always, looked at him with a warmth that made him think he was lovable. Her love made him forget all about his issues and his past…and just feel loved.

Fuck, but that was dangerous.

“Good morning,” he greeted in a voice that was still weak from what they’d done last night. Hell, had he graduated from whimpering and moved up to screaming? His throat felt like it.

“Bossy man wants you in the gym in twenty-seven minutes. Think we can both get off that quick?”

“I’m going to give it my best shot,” Justice answered with a smirk. He flipped her onto her back and then froze. “Shit…wait…can I?” He didn’t have a clue what he was allowed and not allowed to do when it came to Megan. He felt his cheeks warm.

A condom popped up from between her fingers. “Why…yes, you can, pretty boy,” she confirmed with a saucy smile of her own. “Your body belongs to us, Justice. Our bodies belong to you, too.”

His heart did a cartwheel in his chest. Danger. He needed to understand the rules, but he was pretty sure he was beginning to get confused. Making love wasn’t supposed to be on his list of options. They could fuck him, but making love? That wasn’t supposed to happen.

He saw Megan’s eyes widen with confusion. Hell, he wouldn’t have that. NothisMegan. “Twenty-six minutes, doll. Let’s get busy,” he purred.

Almost two hours later, he led no name down into the courtyard. Malachi had nearly killed him in the gym, making certain he toppled him every chance he got since Dante and Jasper were also working out together. They’d left thirty minutes before he and Malachi had finished, leaving them alone in the gym. Malachi had bent him over one of the workout benches and fucked him with the same determined purpose as he always demonstrated. Opening the French doors that led to the spot where the dogs ran, he hoped to hell he wasn’t walking funny. Jasper, Mr. Goldilocks Quiet Guy wouldn’t say anything, but he had no doubts Travis would call him on it. The guy was hilarious. Jasper was scary.

He put on his friendliest face when Travis waved him over.

“What is this? The sub club?” He asked Travis and Jasper as he approached them. No name was already starting to tremble next to him. The poor bastard was terrified of the tiny terrier dog that belonged to Susannah.

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