Page 81 of Hard to Judge

“Closed.” Not that the scenery changes.

There’s a soft snick, and I see dim light through my lids.

His hands cup my face once more. “Show me your eyes, sunshine.”

I open them to his stunning face in front of mine, blocking out the majority of the low light. Still, I blink him in. My smile is tear-soaked and huge, tugging at my face.

“I am so proud of you.” He smiles back.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful? Stunning?” I ask, staring into his soulful eyes.

He smirks. “One person.”

“Of course, he has. Because it’s true.”

Hota captures my mouth and kisses me like we just saved the world from certain doom. It makes my chest go light and fluttery. Then he pulls back. “You ready?”

I nod.

His hands fall away. My gaze drops to my chest.

My pink but rather unmarred skin greets me. My mouth goes wide, and then my gaze shoots up.

There, across the un-inked skin of Hota’s right pec, two even slashes trickle small streams of blood.

Hota grips onto the leather belt, holding pants low on his hips when the fabric should be on the floor. He holds perfectly still as though awaiting my reaction. I don’t think he’s ready for the emotions and words flowing through my head right now.

The main one starts with an L and rhymes with glove.

“Unfasten me?” My high voice is not my own.

He nods and crouches at my feet. He makes quick work of the straps at my ankles, then frees my hands.

I shrug off my ruined shirt and bra, then I leap into his arms. I press my forehead to his and blink back tears. “There aren’t enough words to express how grateful I am for you, even before this. But now…”

Leaning back, I gently swipe at the cuts, then drag my finger over his swollen lips. Then I press my mouth to his.

The tang of blood hits my tongue. It only ratchets up my desire. I twine our tongues and suck his into my mouth.

“Fuck, Hailey,” he mumbles against my mouth and then walks us somewhere.

My back meets the mat.

“Yes, fuck Hailey,” I agree.

His shoulders shake in a laugh that’s muffled against my lips.

I wrestle to reach his belt buckle. Together with bumbling hands, we free his cock. It’s so hot and ribbed in my hand. The tip is slick with precum. I swipe at the second cut with my free hand, gather the last of the blood, and smear it onto his shaft.

“Fuck me, Hota.”

His hand comes around my neck. He pins me to the floor. “Don’t rush me.”

I want to say make me, but I barely have enough room to breathe. He must be able to see the defiance in my eyes.

He growls and drags his pierced cock-head through my slick cunt.

Using his knee and one hand, he spreads my legs wide and studies me as though he’s never seen pussy before. His tongue wets his reddened lips.

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