Page 133 of Hard to Judge

She whimpers and nods and eases herself back onto the pillows.

“Now, fuck me,” Arlo begs.

I pull my fingers from his body.

“Hota?” He heaves. “Please.”

For a moment, I just look at him. My beautiful, unattainable love is open and begging me to love him with my body. Themoment is surreal. I’ve dreamed about it a thousand times, and the reality is so much sweeter.

I shift impossibly closer, wedging his ass between my thighs, and ease my hand up to his face. He leans into my touch. His lips caress my wrist.

Without a word, I press my dick to his entrance and ease inside. He’s so tight. I feel like my dick is being strangled. He’s hot too. And so fucking slick.

His hands grip onto my forearm. Panic terrorizes the fringes of my periphery until he uses his hold to pull me closer, to help wedge me deeper in his body.

“Mine.” I grab his shoulders and drive home in every sense of the word.

“Yes.” Arlo nods and gasps and looks right into my fucking soul. “Yours. Always.”

Hot tears slip down my face. I lean forward and attack his mouth. He opens to me, allowing the invasion. His tongue coils with mine, and his lips peck and suck. Kissing him is everything. I can’t believe I waited this long to do it.

“I want to kiss you every day for forever,” Arlo says into my mouth, echoing my mind’s thoughts.

“Yes.” I kiss him more but also wrap my arms around him and ease out just a bit.

He moans against my lips. “More. Please.”

The tips of my mouth kick up. I refrain from saying I told you so.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and nips my lip.

My hips jut forward, and I sink into his smooth, hot ass. I rock into him, pushing as deeply as I can, over and over. The tips of my fingers map his face and chest. They slip down his torso and grip his dick.

I hold it like my favorite possession and ride him through his gasps and curses, into his pleading and babble of admiration.

“Please, let me come. You’re so sexy. I can’t wait. No more. I need to come, Hota. Please.” His chest heaves, and his thighs shake.

Gently, I pull out.

His hands go grabby. “No. Hotaru, aishitemasu.”

He pulls all the punches, whipping out my native language.

“I speak your body’s language better than you speak Japanese.” I press a kiss to his chest over his thumping heart. The salt of his skin sticks to my lips. I lick it off and hum my approval. “Trust me to take care of you.”

Groaning, he slumps back. “I trust you.”

I crook my finger at Hailey.

She crawls to my side. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I wrap my hand around her ponytail and pull her mouth to mine. She kisses me like she needs my lips to breathe. I have to tug her back. “Straddle our lover’s hips, facing him, and slowly wedge his dick inside your cunt.”

“Yes, Sir.” She nods eagerly and climbs onto Arlo, their mouths collide in a torrent, and she flashes her ass at me, raising it high and taunting.

I smack it, pull her hips back, and aim Arlo’s dick. Not asking permission, I impale her on his soaked length.

“Fucking, yes,” Arlo shouts while Hailey gasps.

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