Page 57 of Hard to Judge

I nod.

His lips graze my fingertips two at a time without missing one. He shoves my hands into his hair and lowers his head to my dick.

He pumps a hand up my base while his lips shove down my hot length. His lips form a mean suction around me, and he pulls up to the tip. His hand pushes down to meet my groin.

It feels like I’m being pulled apart, then shoved back together.

Sweet fucking Christ, it’s amazing. He’s amazing.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” I praise while he exerts the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain onto my body.

When I grip his hair, he moans. It vibrates through his chest and seeps into my legs. It rumbles in his throat and steeps my dick in pure decadence.

My hips scream to pump into his mouth, but I hold perfectly still.

I drink in every pull and push, every lap and suck, every noise that filters from his lips. I hope every single one stains my brain like yakisugi.

Too soon, I’m tugging at his hair, desperate for him to release me. Pressure gathers low in my spine, and I’m fighting the urge to drown him in my cum. He refuses to move unless it’s up and down my dick.

My panicked gaze lifts, frantic for a disorganized desk or incorrect math problem to take my mind off the mounting pleasure. I find a fuckable Hailey instead.

“Oh fuck,” I pant. “Oh fuck.”

Hailey’s lips quirk. She sees my fear, and her eyes go soft. “Trust him. He’ll take care of you.” She nods, presses her breasts together, jiggles them, and moans.

“Vixen.” I hiss and finally let my hips move.

Bliss knocks me sideways. I fall back against the couch and moan. My hands form fists in Arlo’s hair, guiding him where I need him, and he lets me shove deep inside him.

“Fuck, Arlo! You make me lose my fucking mind. Oh fuck, Hailey!” I pump one last time. “Arlo, I’m going to come.”

To be the one to shatter Hota’s control makes me feel twenty feet tall. Like nothing and no one can hurt me. I moan against the stranglehold he has on my hair and blink back the tears it brings to my eyes. They’re the best tears of my life. So worth it.

My siren has my back. It makes everything better. She makes all this possible.

My heart is about to shoot right out of my chest, explode into a thousand different colors, and make this Christmas look like Independence Day.

“Fuck, Arlo!” Hota pummels my throat, and I fucking love it. “You make me lose my fucking mind.”

You haven’t seen anything yet, love.

“Oh fuck, Hailey!” This pump is ferocious, and I know I have him careening over the cliff. “Arlo, I’m going to come.”

I moan and suck and swallow hot spurt after hot spurt.

Give it to me.

I growl and clean him off slowly, reveling in the feel of his silky skin against my tongue. His piercings clank against myteeth every now and again, driving me wild. I swear the one on his tip dented my esophagus.

My jaw aches and my throat burns from the beating it took. It’s amazing. I lay my head on his hip and rejoice in the heat against my cheek and the pressure of his hand holding me close.

Guilt seeps in like an icy chill from the ocean. It curls down my neck and coils around my spine.

Year upon year I’ve wasted on fear.

In Hota’s hold, I feel safe and protected. It’s the way he’s always made me feel. Having his dick down my throat didn’t change that. I didn’t flash back to that dark and unholy place because those experiences are nothing alike.

They’re as incomparable as birth and death.

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