Page 58 of Indebted

“I was going to tell you that I was done worrying about my clinic, Midge and her shit for brains brother-in-law can keep their money. I want to be with you. If you’re willing to brave whatever shit storm they unleash, then so am I.”

“You were going to step away from your clinic for me?”

“I would give up the world for you, Katie Malone.”

I jumped him.

He groaned, arms going around me, dragging me against the hard muscles of his body, his cock pressing into my belly, thick and ready.

I think I would always be indebted to Justin Kingston, no matter how much I tried to fight it. He fixed something inside of me I hadn’t realized was broken in the first place. He brought life and light back into my day.

And when he scooped me up and brought me inside his mansion, I’d never felt happier.

He took us all the way up his stairs, to his bedroom, unceremoniously dropping me on his bed with a grin.

“Justin,” I laughed. But the rest of my words were cut off as he descended upon me, his hand making quick work of my slacks, reaching inside to the front of my panties where I was hot and soaked.

He growled low in his throat as his fingers dipped below my panties to feather over my damp sex. He brushed my clit, traced my folds, his fingers spreading me, coating his finger in my juices.

I moaned.

He pushed a finger inside me. I arched off the bed.

“I’m going to make love to you until you can’t see straight,” his tongue traced the outside of my ear.

“Yes,” I cried out as his teeth grazed down my neck, another finger pushing into me, this thumb circling my clit.

“Does this feel good?”

“So good.”

“Take your shirt off,” he nipped where my shoulder and neck met.

I lifted the material up and over my head. His other hand traced up my stomach, dipping into the cup of my bra to squeeze my breast. He pinched my hardened nipple and I gasped. His fingers rolled my nipple while his other hand worked my pussy and clit.

Pleasure built low in my gut, his fingers dragging along my inner walls, sending frissons to every nerve ending.

I lifted my hips to meet him. His lips grazed my cheek. I turned my head and he claimed my mouth. His tongue thrusting into my mouth, twining around mine.

I couldn’t think.

His fingers pumped harder, faster. My mouth opened and he took advantage, plundering it with his own until I could hardly breathe.

He pinched my clit and I screamed, my sex clenching around his fingers. He kept up the assault until I was a quivering mess.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I can never get enough of that.” He pulled his fingers out of me, the sticky juices still on him. He brought them to his mouth.

My pussy clenched as I watched him lick his fingers clean, eyes never leaving mine.

“You taste delicious, Katie.”

“Do I?”

He paused with a finger half in his mouth. My heart hammered in my throat as he studied me and then offered his finger. I took it into my mouth, tasting myself on him. I ran my tongue up the side of his finger, imagining it was his cock, swirling around the tip before pulling back with a pop.

He had me on my back in two seconds flat, hands ripping my pants from my legs. I reached for the hem of his shirt.

I kicked off my pants while he worked the belt of his slacks, jumping off me to push them down his hips, leaving him gloriously naked.