Page 50 of Hard to Judge

“Close call.” I spank her ass, one blow after another, reveling in the way her skin takes my marks. Until she hisses.

I fill my hands with her cheeks and spread them apart. “You’re dripping, sunshine. You haven’t come yet, have you?”

“No, Sir.” Her voice is thick with want.

If psychology falls through, she could make good money as a sex-line operator. And I’m the idiot, making her stay quiet. I nod. All in due time.

I shove my thumb into her puckered asshole and massage her silky heat, pressing in deep.

Her breaths whoosh in and out of her, filtering fire through my pant legs onto my shins.

“Don’t come, Hailey.”

She whimpers but nods. Her breaths shift slower in and out of her lungs.

“Good girl.” I smack her ass with my free hand. “You can come on my dick. Whenever you’re ready to see blood, you let me know.” I mold her cheek with my hand and press her inner walls with my thumb and her outer one with my flat fingers.

Her thighs shake.

“Please,” she whines.

“Please, what?” I say, not giving up an inch of my torment.

“Please, fuck me.” Her voice is tattered and thin.

“Ask for what you need, Hailey, not what you want.” I lay my handprint on her ass again.

“Hota?” She sobs. “I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not.” I go perfectly still.

A sob wracks her body, jerking her like a ripple in a torrent. “I can’t.”

I run a hand up her spine and then down. If she can break through Arlo’s bullshit… “You can do anything, Hailey. I know what you’re capable of. There are no limits on you. I may be calling the shots, but you are in control.”

With a flattened hand, I slap her pussy. “Now, tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me, Hota!” she screams. “Make me bleed!”

“Stand and face me.”

When she turns, my heart breaks a little. Tears streak down her face, and a hunger akin to demonic possession fills her eyes. She needs this. And I’m going to give it to her, even if it kills me.

Because if I can’t give Hailey what she needs, there’s no way I’ll be able to give Arlo what he needs.

I shuck my shirt and sweatpants, tossing them onto the far side of the couch, and then I pull Hailey onto my thighs. I stare into her eyes. “Ask me again.”

“Please, Hota, fuck me so good, you make me bleed just a little.” Her gaze doesn’t waver.

I pull her down to straddle my thighs.

“Arlo?” I bark.

“Yes, Sir.” His voice is thinner than usual, strained against his regret or his want. I’m not sure, but I’m about to find out.

“Spit on my dick,” I command without looking away from Hailey.

Thick quads brush the side of my ass a second later. I bite back a groan. A heavy hand lands on my hip. His thumb in the V of my abdomen and his fingers fanning over the swell of my ass at my lower back. He grips Hailey the same and then lowers his head between us.

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