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His mouth covered my pussy, his tongue thrusting in to taste and tease.
I fell against the wall, and when he tried to pull away—likely to check if I was okay—I speared my fingers into his hair and held him to me.
His groan vibrated, and I tugged again, wanting the sensation back.
Using the wall for leverage, he lifted me onto my toes, spreading my legs so he could get more.
His teeth.
His lips.
And his blessed tongue.
They all worked together with his possessive grip and his enthusiasm to build the rush of bliss higher. When his teeth caught my clit, his tongue flicking and swirling over it, I came undone, fucking his face with a wild abandonment I’d never experienced.
My orgasm hadn’t even faded when I ordered, “More.”
Smiling his wicked smile, he looked up at me and wiped the shine from his mouth. “Whatever my princess wants,” he started before licking his palm, “she fuckin’ gets.”
His body slid against mine as he stood, lifting me as he went. Pinning me to the wall, he shoved his pants down just far enough to free himself. He held his cock in one hand and lowered me onto it slowly, his muscles jerking and flexing with his restraint.
I’d known he was big. A man wasn’t as cocky and confident as he was unless he packed something impressive or knew how to work what he had. But feeling it through his jeans hadn’t prepared me.
Because he didn’t just fill me.
He stretched me.
He branded me from the inside out, creating the best kind of ache that grew with each inch he gave. Once I had all of him, he tried to pause so I could adjust, but I didn’t give him the chance. I rocked my hips, wanting more. Wanting it all.
I took.
Greedily.
And Judge—the beautiful, charming, psycho—gave.
Relentlessly.
Savagely.
Brutally.
One hand under my ass, his other at my throat with his thumb pushing my chin up, he took my mouth and gave me his cock.
Even if I wanted to let it build, there was no holding my orgasm back. It ripped through me, fire in my veins and power in my nerve endings. My neck arched, and I tried to end the kiss but Judge bit my chin before taking it back, swallowing my moans.
His movements changed. Unhinged and raw, he slammed into me, my back sliding with each uneven, frantic thrust. Smacking the wall next to my head to steady himself, his harsh groan echoed around us as he came, filling me.
Breathless and slicked with sweat, my tight muscles loosened, and I had no choice but to give my weight to Judge.
He took it easily, supporting me with one hand while the other stayed propped against the wall. His head hung, the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders slowing.
“You can—” I started, trying to tell him he could set me down, but he turned his head and kissed me, taking away the breath I’d just caught.
It was a soul-searing, panty-melting, butterfly-moshing kiss that was as hot as it was beautiful.
We were both breathless by the time he tore his mouth away. He carried me to the bathroom and set me on the sink, cleaning me with the same tenderness he’d used when treating my scrapes the first day.
When he was done, he brought me to the bedroom and lowered me to stand.
And then he turned and walked out.
Um, okay then.
What the hell was that?
