Just when I thought he was ready to erupt deep inside, he pulled out. The feeling of emptiness was instant and I moaned in protest. He bit my shoulder with enough pressure I knew he’d leave a mark. I felt his hand between my legs, teasing my clit. Keeping me on the sweet edge.
With him nothing was a surprise including when he pressed his cockhead against my dark hole. While I stiffened briefly, I sensed he would never intentionally hurt me. Even with his roughness, his fingers caressed my arm and back while he pushed the tip inside.
The flash of discomfort awakened every inch of me. When he pushed in another two inches, I lost all sense of control even as the discomfort drifted into pain. Just briefly. Just enoughto capture my breath. I was suddenly the one losing control, pushing back against him, forcing him to fill me.
To fuck me.
His breathing still hot and heavy, he thrust the remainder inside. Sweet Jesus, I was driven into another wave of bliss, scorching every inch of me. The moment was pure rapture and I couldn’t think or breathe, but around him there was no need.
I could completely let go and he would catch me if I fell. How wonderful. How special.
His moans matched mine, completely scattered and full of excess heat. He pulled out, driving into me again and I was shoved into the edge of the machine. The spin slowed, but that did nothing to his nearly perfect rhythm.
The expression ‘we rocked together’ held an entirely new meaning in my mind. The pleasure was incredible, sending me spiraling into another moment of ecstasy. He’d managed to break down my defenses, reminding me that not all men were animals. He was one of the good ones, trying to create a world where monsters only existed in the darkest corners of our minds.
I didn’t mind. In fact, I applauded him for his actions.
As he wrapped his body around mine, the shared explosive heat became too much for the man to bear.
His body stiffened, his breath stripped down to growls and in the next few seconds, the feeling of having him erupt deep inside became healing.
CHAPTER 16
Hudson
I, Judge Hudson Armstrong, solemnly swear that I will administer justice without respect to persons, and do equal right to the poor and the rich, and that I will faithfully and impartially discharge and perform all duties…
The oath was one I’d memorized before accepting my position as a judge. There’d been no need for teleprompters or a cheat sheet. I’d said the words proudly.
Now, that seemed like a lifetime ago.
There was a newfound electricity in the air. I was on edge and while Valentina was watching me from a close distance, the reason for the shock of current had more to do with plans running through my head.
Vile, evil plans.
Her sigh was meant to draw me away from the zone I’d driven myself in.
“I need to go to my house to grab some clothing and toiletries. Even a toothbrush,” Valentina insisted even before I’d had my first cup of coffee.
I pulled the coffee mug from under the Keurig machine, adding cream, and tried to formulate an acceptable answer.
“You can’t do that. You’re well aware it’s not safe.” Given my state of exhaustion and anger, it was apparent I was more in the mood for bluntness this morning. Maybe because I’d caught the early morning news, another reporter deciding to lament over the wheels of justice in the Jacob Jones case. What pissed me off almost more than anything was the number of supporters the man had. Maybe not hundreds, but enough to make my skin crawl.
When the local channel had used the term ‘no justice served for the victim and his family,’ I’d been swept back into the wave of anger that had carried me into day three. Even now, after gazing at her luscious beauty, I returned my attention to the last of the news.
She followed my gaze. At this point with only the weather girl droning on about another approaching storm system, she was confused as to why my attention had been swayed.
Had I chastised myself all over again for tossing aside my conviction to keep it professional? You bet I had. Right after I’d done so my cock had become fully aroused.
“Well, unless you don’t mind me raiding your closet for clothes, you’ll either need to purchase me a new wardrobe or allow me to grab a few things.” Her statement seemed perfectly logical and exceptionally dangerous.
I glanced at her over the mug of coffee. “First of all, I’m not certain I’d mind seeing you in my shirts. Second, while I’m not a decent shopper, I know your size.”
“You do, huh?”
When I held my hands out, drawing an hourglass figure with them, she blushed, followed by her eyes lighting up when she laughed. The reaction pulled in me as did everything else about her.
Every smile.
