Page 79 of Judgment

Her nipple drops from my lips as I shift, grabbing her behind both knees and shoving them high and wide as I wedge my shoulders between her splayed thighs. I run my tongue up her slit, the wetness already collected there making me groan.

I don’t know why Paisley’s still a virgin, but it’s certainly not for lack of wanting.

She’s practically begging to be touched. Stroked. Licked.

I focus on her clit, lapping at it until she’s writhing under me, fighting the hold I still have on her thighs. I push her knees toward the mattress, bringing her ass off the bed so I can lick across the tight ring of muscle there. “All of you belongs to me, Paisley.” I circle the spot, imagining her on her knees for me, head down, ass up. “And I’m going to take every bit of it.” I force myself away, slicking over her cunt on my way back to the swollen nub of her clit.

She rocks against me, fingers gripped in my hair so tight it almost hurts, legs spread wide as I lap at her. My cock is so hard it’s painful, forcing me to grind against the bed in search of relief, which only makes me more focused on how much I want to be inside her.

Any part of her.

But I know that still won’t be enough.

I don’t just want to fuck Paisley. I want her to love everything I do to her. I want her to crave it.

I want her to need it so much it hurts.

I want her to beg me to fill her up. I want to make her come in every way there is to come.

And I want it to start now.

I purse my lips, sucking at her clit in pulses. Her legs jerk against my hold as her back arches and her nails dig into my scalp. “Andre.” My name turns into a wail as she comes, body strung tight, shaking with full body jerks until suddenly going limp and boneless under me.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I push up, crawling over her body to kneel beside her head. “Open your mouth.” I unfasten my pants, pulling out my cock before feeding it through her parted lips. She swallows down all I give her as I rock closer, easing her into the invasion. Her blue eyes stay on mine as I fuck her face in slow thrusts, one hand propped against the headboard and one stroking down her face. “Such a good girl.” I trace along her lips as I press deeper, following the stretch of them around my cock as it bumps the back of her throat and she gags.

I stroke down her neck, bracketing around it as I press in again. “I could fuck this sweet mouth of yours all day, Duchess.”

And now maybe I will.

I told her she could keep her jobs, but I’m not sure that’s a promise I’ll keep. Not when I can have her here with me.

Close enough to fuck.

Close enough to taste.

Close enough to keep safe from someone who might try to take her from me.

Someone like Frederick.

He still wants her, I saw it in his face.

Still thinks he’s who she should have gone home with.

Then it would be his hands on her skin.

His body against hers.

His cock in her mouth.

The realization pulls my hand from the headboard to her head, fisting in the hair at the back of her scalp as I move faster.

“You are mine, Paisley. This mouth belongs to me.” I run my thumb over her lower lip, slicking through the spit collected there. “It’s for my cock only.”

My strokes shorten as my balls pull tight. I yank out of her mouth with a groan and grab her hand, wrapping it under mine, holding it tight as I fist out my climax with our joined fingers, letting my cum pulse out across her chest and stomach as I fight to get enough air into my lungs while my climax drags out for what feels like forever.

I release her hand, pulling mine away as I get up from the bed and pace toward the bathroom, kicking away my pants as I go.

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