Page 58 of Justice For Me

“Ahhhh, that’s perfect, doll. Add another finger,” Megan was panting, her eyes looking even heavier, darker with arousal.

He slipped another finger in, scissoring them after a few minutes like she had done to him earlier. The muscles slowly started relaxing, but she still felt fucking tight. Holy fuck! Malachi’s cock was inside of her, only mere inches away, safely tucked in another warm, tight channel. With her encouragement, another finger slid inside, stretching her until she whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Now, baby! Take me now,” she ordered. Her breathing was becoming more ragged, her eyes even wilder. Beneath her, he saw Malachi’s muscles quivering with the desire to move…to fuck his woman, but he held everything in check, waiting on Justice to feed his cock inside her other entrance.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered, placing a trail of kisses down her pale back. “Don’t let me hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Justice. Just fuck me, baby. I want to feel both of my men inside of me, claiming me as theirs. Give it to me, love. Fuck my ass.”

He stroked the length of his cock, covering it with a thick coat of lube, actually he damn near drenched it. When he placed the swollen head against her puckered hole, still gaping slightly from his finger fucking, Malachi wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her down toward him, forcing her flat against his chest. Justice watched Malachi place hungry kisses on every spot of Megan he could reach, murmuring words of love in her ear. Every few seconds his gaze would drift to Justice, encouraging him with a heated look.

“Give your Mistress what she wants, pet.”

Justice pushed, as gently as possible, and gasped when the head disappeared inside of her with an erotic popping noise. Did he sound that way when Malachi breeched him? He’d never heard it before…but he was usually mewling like a wild cat on crack cocaine.

“Ahhhh, perfect, baby. Keep going, give it all to me.”

He pushed again, feeding her several more hot inches of his length, desperately trying not to shoot his load just from watching her ass eat up his cock like a tasty treat she’d been starving for. The puckered hole was pink and clenched tightly around his width. Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed the rest of the way in, not stopping until he felt his balls tap against her ass. The thrust, erotic enough on its own, managed to remind him of the toy that had taken up permanent residence in his own tight ass.

“Uuuuhhhnnnnggg,” he moaned when hefeltMalachi’s cock slide out of her pussy and then ram back in again. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. I can’t…I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, pet. Just hold back a few more minutes,” Malachi urged. “You move with me, follow my thrusts. We go in and out together,” he told him. “Tilt your hips upward, pet. Tilt and tell me what happens.”

Justice obeyed and when he did, a roar erupted from his throat. The position caused the toy to rub against his prostrate as his cock took a wringing from Megan’s tight channel. He moaned…frowned…started thrusting, keeping the position Malachi had instructed. He was lost. He couldn’t fucking think, see, or form a coherent thought. Every aspect of his being was focused solely on pleasure…giving and taking.

Malachi chuckled and winked at Megan. “I guess I’ll follow his thrusts, eh? I think he’s stopped listening to us.”

They moved together, in and out, fast and hard and then slow and lazy. They moved until Justice thought he might not have the strength to hold himself upright another second. When he played with Megan and Malachi in the playroom, he found peace with their restraints and spankings. This? This was pleasure like nothing he’d ever known. This wasn’t peace. This was fucking nirvana.

“Come for me, pet,” Malachi commanded, unsure if his kid could even hear anymore. The intense look on his face, pure undiluted pleasure, was beautiful to behold. Megan’s face, awash with desire, was just as beautiful.

Malachi saw Justice jerk and slam deep inside of Megan, throw his head back and fucking bellow. Megan screamed with her orgasm. After her scream, still gasping for air, she tilted her head back and captured Justice’s lips in a hungry kiss, tonguing the boy loudly and erotically. With that fine work of porn completed, she dropped her head and did the same thing with his lips. The second her mouth touched his, he felt himself come, hard and wild, shooting everything he had inside of her, marking her as his.Theywerehis.

They lay like they were…Malachi on the bottom, Megan in the middle, and Justice on top…until Megan began to squirm beneath the weight and the fact that she was sandwiched between two sweaty men. “Hey, baby doll. You’re lean and all, but heavier than shit.”

“Sorry,” Justice mumbled and after gently pulling his softened cock out of her drenched hole, rolled to his side…like dead weight. Hell, he didn’t have the strength to do any better.

Megan rolled to the other side, snuggled against Malachi, and immediately drifted off to sleep. Malachi pulled her tight against him, kissing the top of her head, and then pulled Justice against him on the other side. The kid’s I’ve-just-fucked-hair was going in every direction, looking sexier than fuck. He kissed the top of his head, too. Neither of them knew it though. They were both long gone. Megan was snoring like a sailor after only a few seconds and Justice followed suit with his cute little girlie snores.

Malachi had never felt more at peace in his entire life.

Chapter 16

Justice awoke to the sounds of sex dancing all around him. He frowned, wondering where the hell he was and why he didn’t have the strength to move more than an eyelid. His body felt like it weighed a ton. He turned his head to the right…and immediately knew exactly where he was…what had happened. He was in Malachi and Megan’s bed. They had all three made love to one another, Megan between them, giving both of them her body. When he’d drifted off to sleep, it had been the happiest moment of his life. Waking up, seeing them in bed next to him, kissing and whispering their sweet nothings to each other made him feel cold and empty.

He watched, without them paying him any attention at all, as Malachi’s lips, swollen from all the mouth action he’d missed while being asleep danced erotically with Megan’s mouth. The man, skilled at every fucking thing he did, was clearly an expert at kissing too. His lips were hungry one minute, claiming her, demanding that she give him whatever he wanted, and the next minute, they were worshipping her. Words of love were being whispered, but they didn’t need to be. Malachi’s kisses would have been enough. There was no doubting the depths of his love for Megan.

He’d never kissed him on the lips, not once. Justice had tried a couple of times but Malachi had turned away, always seeming to be focused on something else. He’d tried to tell himself that’s what it was, an innocent slight, nothing meant. Maybe he didn’t like to kiss? Maybe it was too personal for someone as tightly reined in as Malachi always was?

Watching him now, he knew neither of those excuses was viable. The man clearly loved to kiss, just as clearly as it was meant for only one person, and that person wasn’t him. His fingers tapped his right wrist, outlining the letters.

He’d done it again, imagined something that didn’t really exist. Hadn’this father warn him at the trial? He’d made him promise he was being careful, staying focused. Fuck, when had he lost focus?The first time you laid eyes on Malachi, his mind screamed.

“Hey,” Megan peeked around Malachi’s muscled body, her blue eyes searching Justice’s face. “What’s going on, babe? You okay?”

Her voice, laced with concern, made this so much harder. He should have known…should have watched himself more closely, but he’d wanted them so badly. He’d convinced himself this time would be different. He knew the rules, knew hisplace. He’d been wrong, so fucking wrong. Wanting more,alwayswanting more, he’d turned things around in his head. He had lost focus.

His fingertips kept tracing the letters tattooed on his right wrist. Focus. He’d fucked up…which meant now he had to go to his left wrist. Fuck, the cold emptiness had lived in his heart for so long, he should be prepared to deal with it again. He wasn’t.

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