Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 156146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“Judge,” she moaned.
“Don’t fucking come,” he ordered.
“Darling.”
She was going to come.
Judge pulled out.
“Judge!” she protested.
He let her wrists go, shoved a hand between her legs, cupped her sex and hauled her up to her knees.
“Down at the front,” he demanded when she made a move to come up to her hands.
He took her in as he always took her in when she was positioned like this. He liked her like that, bowed before him, his strong, meddlesome, take-care-of-everyone-and-everything Chloe all his to play with.
His to take care of.
Whisper soft, he touched her clit.
“More,” she murmured.
“Take it,” he commanded.
She didn’t hesitate.
She rubbed against his hand restlessly, her beautiful ass moving, his fingers slickening even if they weren’t inside, she was that wet.
“Judge, I need to come, honey,” she whimpered.
He pulled his hand away and said, “Turn around.”
Again no hesitation, she did, on hands and knees. And when she was facing him, her head tipped back, eyes coming to him.
Fucking hell, she was hot.
“Mouth open, baby,” he said softly.
Her expression grew hungry, her eyes dipped to his dick, and she opened her mouth.
He positioned, thrust in, she took him, and her wet on him, and she sucked hard.
Yeah.
Hot and sweet and beautiful and life.
All Chloe.
He put some effort into gathering all her hair in a fist, alternating watching her swallow his dick and staring at the long length of her beautiful neck, those soft, dark baby hairs at the base of her scalp curling against her skin, liking all of that so much, it didn’t take long before he had to pull out.
Her head shot back, and she offered, “I’ll swallow, chéri.”
He knew she would, she’d done it before. She dug driving him over the brink and drinking that down.
And he liked her doing that.
But not tonight.
“Tonight you ride,” he told her.
Her eyes blazed, he let her hair go, and she nearly tackled him to get him to his back.
This meant Judge was smiling when she climbed on top, took him inside, and she rode.
He watched, and it took work, but he went at her clit as she bounced on his dick, and she got there before he blew.
The second he did, she collapsed on his chest, and he felt another jet gush out of his cock when his body accepted her weight, her tits crushed against his chest, and her hair flew all over his neck, jaw and shoulder.
After he came down, he called softly, “Baby,” and she lifted her head for him.
With regret, Judge brushed her hair away from his neck and chest, skimming it over her shoulder, then he held her gaze as he touched his finger to her lips.
This was a thing he’d introduced a few weeks ago, a thing Chloe took to like she took to everything Judge did, in bed and out of it.
So she sucked his finger into her mouth, tonguing it and coating it, before he slid it out, and she stayed seated on his still-hard cock as he moved his hand to her ass and slid the finger she’d wetted to the second knuckle up her ass.
She was hot and tight, and they both knew he’d eventually take her there, even if he hadn’t yet.
But this was something else.
It was more than sex. More than intimacy. More than connection.
It was all that, for certain.
It was also claiming.
She was his everywhere.
She wanted him to know it.
And he wanted her to know that he loved having it.
As if to make that point, not moving her body an inch, she shifted only her head to kiss the underside of his jaw before she settled into his shoulder and melted further into his frame.
“You good?” he asked unnecessarily.
“I’m fabulous, mon beau,” she murmured contentedly.
He stroked her gently in her ass and her pussy contracted around his softening cock.
He did this before saying, “I ever do anything that you don’t dig, you tell me, baby.”
“I need it.”
Not knowing where that came from or what it referred to, Judge blinked at the gleaming hair on top of her head.
“You need…?” He let that trail.
She lifted her head again and looked down at him.
Her eyes caught his but fled to the pillow beside him before she stammered, “I need you to…I need…to be yours.”
He still didn’t get what was happening, now not understanding why she couldn’t look at him when she said that because it wasn’t news.
“I need you to be mine too, honey,” he said softly. “And I need to be yours as well.”
Her gaze came to his.
“No, Judge, I need you to…” A long hesitation before she declared, “Take over. I need who you are. How you are. In bed.”
“Right,” he murmured, watching her closely, because she said this like it was an admission, but they’d been fucking a lot for a while now, so what she needed was far from lost on him.