Page 53 of Justice

His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me tighter against him, and I could feel every inch of his dick pressing through the thin fabric of my pajama shorts. My pussy throbbed, wet and aching, and I rocked against him without thinking. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and his hands slid down to grip my ass, grinding me harder against him.

“Fuck, Skye,” he muttered against my lips. “You feel that? You feel how hard I am for you?”

I whimpered, nodding, my breath coming in short gasps. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting, and I arched into him, my fingers tightening in his low-cut Caesar. The theater was dark, the movie still playing in the background, but neither of us cared. All I could focus on was the way his hands roamed my body, rough and possessive, like he was claiming every inch of me.

He pulled back just enough to yank my tank top over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took in my bare breasts, his thumb brushing over my nipple, making me gasp. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, leaning in to take my nipple into his mouth. I moaned, my back arching, my hands caressing his head as he sucked and teased, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

His hands slid down to the waistband of my shorts, fingers hooking into the fabric. “You want this, Skye?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You want me to take these off?”

I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.”

He didn’t waste another second. He stood, lifting me with him, and set me down on the edge of the seat. His hands were on my shorts in an instant, pulling them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely bare in front of him. He stepped back, his eyes raking over me, and I could see the hunger in his gaze. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded.

I did as he said, my heart pounding in my chest. He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wider. “Justice,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Shh,” he murmured, his breath hot against my pussy. “Let me taste you.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding through my lips and over my clit, licking and sucking. I cried out, my hands flying to his head, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he devoured me. His tongue was relentless, flicking over my clit, driving me wild. I could feel the tension coiling inside me, my body trembling with need.

“Oh God, Justice,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He growled against me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His fingers joined his tongue, sliding inside me, curling and stretching me as he licked and sucked. I was so close, my body trembling on the edge, and then he sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers working me faster, and I exploded, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of pleasure.

He didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers working me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I was limp and breathless. He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with desire. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

I reached for his belt, my hands shaking with need. “I want you inside me,” I whispered against his mouth. “Please, Justice.”

He didn’t hesitate. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down, his dick springing free, thick and hard and glistening at the tip. I reached out, wrapping my hand around him, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping my hips. “Fuck, Skye,” he muttered. “You’re gonna make me come just from that.”

I smiled, leaning in to kiss him, my hand still working him. “Not yet,” I whispered. “I want you inside me first.”

He growled, lifting me up and turning me around, bending me over the back of the seat. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers sliding through my wetness. “You ready for me, baby?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “Please, Justice.”

He didn’t make me wait. He lined himself up, the head of his dick pressing against my entrance, and then he was pushing inside me, filling me inch by inch. I cried out, my hands gripping the seat, my body stretching to accommodate him. He was big, bigger than I’d ever had before, and the stretch was almost too much, but it felt so fucking good.

“Fuck, Skye,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “You’re so tight. So fucking wet.”

He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, deeper this time, and I moaned, my body arching into him. He set a rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, his dick filling me over and over again. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the theater, mixing with the sounds of the movie still playing in the background.

“Justice,” I gasped, my fingers digging into the seat. “Harder. Please, harder.”

He growled, his hands tightening on my hips as he slammed into me, his dick hitting that spot deep inside me that made my vision blur. I could feel another orgasm building, my body trembling with need. “I’m gonna come,” I gasped. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Come all over my dick.”

His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me, my body shaking as pleasure ripped through me. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then he was coming too, his dick pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.

We stayed like that for a moment as his fingers grazed me, finally landing on my chest.

“Skye.” His voice had gone careful. “What is this?” When he found the scar that was etched in me.

It’s funny, that scar wasn’t from my ex-husband but it was a result of his actions. He didn’t put that one on me but he was the reason it happened.

Everything in me went cold at once.

“It’s old.”