Page 34 of Hard to Judge

“Maybe you should be.” I soothe the bite marks with my lips and tongue. “Unlike your lover, who gives you pleasure on pleasure, I give pain with mine.”

“You can’t give me anything I can’t handle. I know panthers bite.”

I flatten my hand over her pubic bone and ram my hips forward, pressing my heavy dick between her full cheeks. Her head lolls back onto my chest, and she works her hips side to side on my girth.

“Fuck.” I brush my cheek over the top of her head and then skate my fingers into her panties. The damp silk fabric molds to my fingers, along with her slick and hot skin.

“Once upon a time.” Hailey pants as she welcomes my finger with glorious hospitality. Her slick cunt is tight and wet as fuck. “I used to only take it from behind and only from strangers.”

A knot forms in my stomach, imagining her partaking in such wildly unsafe activities. So, of course, I add another finger and snarl into her ear. “That’s bad behavior.”

“I know, but it was the only way for a while.” She works her hips, riding my fingers like her next breath depends upon every thrust. “Eventually, I found sex clubs, then Crave, where I could get what I needed in a safer way.”

“What did you need, sunshine?” I press my thumb onto her clit with more pressure than most women like. My other hand pulls her shirt free and slips up her torso to the swell of her breasts.

“A blindfold and to be bound to a bondage bench where any Dom who would…could.” When I pinch her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she moans. It’s heady and music to my ears. I twist, and she bucks.

“Could what?” I bark, working my fingers in and out of her at a frantic pace. Her warmth glides slick and sweet over my skin, making my mouth water.

“Could,” she gasps, “whatever. Blood and scat play were my only hard limits.”

Imagining the Doms I know at Crave having their way with the precious woman in my arms makes me want to burn the place to the ground and roast their most treasured body parts on spits over its embers.

“Goddamn.” I release the pressure on her clit.

“Yes, Hota.” Hailey thrashes in my grip. “Please.”

My soaked fingers slide from her heat and circle that spiked bundle of nerves, careful not to touch it until she whimpers.

“What do you need now?”

“Touch me, please.”

I pinch her clit like I have her nipple and tweak them both. She dances in my arms. It doesn’t take long, just twenty more seconds until she’s chanting and pleading and soaking my fingers. I release the hold and stroke her how she wants.

Hailey shivers in my arms. Her hips hump erratically as breaths saw in and out of her lungs. The puffs of hot airlook like a smoldering dragon’s breath. That makes me think of Arlo watching us together. Between the conjured image, Haley’s frantic mews and moans, and the rhythmic brush of her backside on my dick, I’m set to cream my fucking pants like a freshly minted teen.

She goes taut for several heartbeats, then sags against me. It’s misery and relief at the same time. Her pleasure is a currency I can’t afford. No matter what they say, I feel as if I’m stealing like a common thief.

I breathe through my nose and out my mouth for a full minute before I can drag myself back from the edge.

Her weight is perfect against me. I shove my fingers deep inside her and feel the aftermath of her orgasm flutter around me.

“Perfect, sunshine. You are fucking perfect.”

When the quivering of her cunt finally stops, I withdraw my hand, right her clothes, and turn her in my arms to face me. “You don’t need those things anymore?”

“Not since Arlo,” she whispers.

“Good.” I brace her chin in my clean hand and steady her gaze on me, feeling interestingly possessive of my best friend’s woman. “I don’t want any other Dom touching you. Not ever.”

“But Arlo?—”

“Is a pleasure Dom. There’s a big difference.”

Her brows draw together. She bites her swollen lips that I haven’t plowed with my dick yet or even kissed, not really. “What are you?”

“I’m a Dom, and a switch for Arlo alone. He has always been my weakness. Whatever he needs, he gets.” I can’t stop from running my thumb over her mouth. Her lips are cold to the touch. “If you consent, I’ll mark you, I’ll edge you until you hate me, and I’ll push you until you cry. I’ll never hurt you.”

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