Page 72 of Bleed Me

Justice’s mouth opened…

I exhaled.

As soon as she took what I had to offer, her lips pressed to mine.

Just then, I felt a slight tingle; a lightness started to spread throughout the rest of me. The ease being created had my eyes sliding shut.

Justice’s lips stayed on mine as I slowly laid back, her following me.

Flat on the bed, Justice leisurely sat up on top of me. I heard her take another drag off the joint, then she inhaled it down deeper. When she leaned forward, both of her hands were on my chest, telling me she set the joint in the ashtray. Her closed lips caressed mine, so I opened. Smoke drifted from her mouth. I inhaled, loving the thought of more of her inside me.

After I held the smoke inside for a few seconds, her lips touched mine again.

I opened.

Justice inhaled, even though I had barely started to exhale. It was mind-blowing. She was pulling my life force into her own.

My arms were off to the sides, feeling so heavy, yet weightless. “Babe.”

Her wet tongue slipped into my mouth, and I almost passed out from the incredible way it felt. Softness. So much softness blended from her to me. From me to her. I couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. It was as if we were… one.

Her delicate hands slid down my arms, and her chest was pressed to mine as if we were part of a cross. All along, her mouth was loving mine. I wanted to see her. I wanted to see the beauty I always saw in her. As soon as my eyes lazily drifted open, the candlelight began to dance against her skin.

Justice’s fingers locked with mine. Then her hips began to move, so sensually, my hands tightened on hers. The responsiveness of her body to mine was magnificent. My dick was reacting as if it had never been touched before by anyone or anything, and I never wanted Justice to stop.

Justice’s lips left mine to kiss all over my face, then drifted down my neck. Her fingers let go, sliding back up my arms to my chest as her lips sucked. I arched as she nibbled on my nipple. I tried to sit up, but she pushed my lazy body back down. There was no real fight in me. I was too entranced to argue. Her mouth was on my skin, kissing her way down my stomach.

I started to pant when her fingers pulled on my boxers. “Babe.” Her heated exhale brushed against my rod. It was almost painful, waiting to feel her lips where they had never been. But when they finally touched, my whole body sunk into the mattress. “Jesus.”

There was no rush, nor the need. She went so slow, pulling all of me into her mouth and down her throat. No high school girl had ever done this to me. Only Justice gave as good as I.

Her mouth then tightened on me as she seductively sucked while pulling free of me.

If I didn’t get a distraction soon, I wasn’t gonna make it thirty more seconds, so I demanded, “Take off that t-shirt,” then tapped my mouth. “I need you, right here.”

Her eyes widened, then hooded. She slipped off my shirt.

Taking a hold of my dick again, she maneuvered her body around on top of me. Her beautiful bare pussy was all mine as she straddled my face. My weak arms held onto her thighs so I could dive in while holding her still. As her mouth sank down on me, I gently licked her perfection.

In no time, we were both moaning and struggling for air, neither of us wanting to come or for this moment to end. It was a boy’s erotic dream come true.

That was Justice; a fucking dream come true.

We made love for hours that night. Fucking hours… yet I woke with a hard-on, hankering for more. Lucky for me, I had my beautiful naked woman in my arms. “Sorry, babe,” I said, waking her while rolling her to her back like a caveman. “I can’t get enough.” My fingers worked her, asking for some wetness so I could slide on home. I climbed on top of her.

Justice stretched her upper body, moaned, and welcomed me into those thighs. “Any time.”

My fingers, nice and drenched, were replaced with my throbbing dick. Sliding inside, I explained… “It’s all your fault.”

Her gorgeous legs wrapped around my hips and pulled me in tight. “Then you should properly punish me.”

“Jesus, I love you.”

After a few more orgasms, I was still getting dressed. Our shower had turned into more of a groping session while poor Justice tried to scrub her body. In the Barn, I heard her bragging, “The kid is a machine. Non-stop! Talk about being a Stallion—”

“I’m gonna fucking puke in my eggs,” bitched her brother.

“Everywhere hurts, but he keeps asking for more—”

“Justice!”

Damn. Her laughter. It was a better drug than that basement full of the most potent marijuana I would ever know. “Who can blame him! Look at me. I’m a goddamn walking short supermodel. Tell’em, Elle.”

“Hottest bitch I’ve ever seen.”

“See? Elle would fucking know!” More beautiful laughter from Justice. Too bad I wouldn’t hear it twenty-four hours straight. No. That wouldn’t happen because I had to put her through hell first.