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“You can beg better than that.” He continued kissing my inner thighs before grazing his lips just over my clit. As he hovered slightly, I could feel his energy, but I had to have more.

“Please taste me. I’m begging you.” I ached for it. I arched my spine, titties to the ceiling, hoping he would relieve this pain.

“Tell me what I want to hear first,” he commanded.

“It’s yours.”

“What’s mine?”

“This pussy. My body. My soul. It’s yours,” I cried.

“Good girl.”

His tongue flicked over my clit and my legs instantly shook. I clutched at his shoulders and back as he tasted me. He savored me like he was on death row and had no idea what was on the other side of the veil.

Sensation sizzled through me. There was no greater pleasure than this. He worked his magic, making me cum multiple times before he ever entered me.

Flipping me on my stomach, he pushed his girth against me. My pussy welcomed him like a prayer finally answered.

My walls crashed around him, holding him so tightly that he couldn’t help but moan in satisfaction. With one hand on my ass and the other on the headboard, he had me right where he wanted me to be.

At first his pace was slow, pulling all the way out before sinking back in. He hit every spot with his strokes. Every inch had me crying out in broken pieces of his name.

He let go of the headboard and hovered over me, pumping in and out. Justice brought his hand around my neck from behind.

“You deserve this. Breathe through it, baby.”

“Ahhhh,” I called out.

“You take it so well,” he whispered in my ear as he continued to work my walls. I started to feel pressure building in my g-spot. It spread throughout my entire pussy.

I screamed into the pillow while my body contorted.

“That’s right. Give it to me,” he breathed.

In an instant, I exploded, squirting all over this bed. He picked up the pace, indulging in my juices, and erupted with me.

For a moment he lay on me, sweat dripping from him to me.

“We gotta change these sheets again,” he laughed.

“Ugh, I know.”

But it was well worth it.

When I woke up for water around four, Justice was still awake, staring at the ceiling.

45

Justice

The way Melody was looking in her pink satin robe had me thinking different about going out tonight. After the way we fucked last night, I never wanted to be away from her. Watching her curves bounce around my room had my dick hard, but it was time to leave.

This was not a night that I could miss. I had on a black cashmere V-neck sweater, a pair of dark Japanese denim jeans and a pair of Saint Laurent boots.

“Stay home with me,” Melody teased as she watched me put the finishing touches on my outfit.

“If I could, I would. This is our first major fight, and I gotta show my face,” I said, leaning down and holding her face in my palm.