Page 139 of Judas

“Yeah, you do that.”

He’s out before any more words are exchanged. I’ll toss him a text later to get more details on what the hell he means. Right now, I’m focused on Nadia. Placing my only barrier on the counter, I abandon it there and stalk to the bedroom. Turning the knob and letting myself in, the woman nearly knocks the air out of me. Quickly she grabs me and pulls me in, slamming the door behind us.

Her mouth is on mine in the blink of an eye, everything in me screams in protest through blinding pain but fuck it. I’m not passing this shit up. I’m bending over, grabbing her under her ass and hoisting her up as high as I can lift her. Her sturdy legs wrapping around my waist, arms clamping over my shoulders where hands tangle in the cropped strands of my hair. All while she greedily devours my mouth.

It’s like the brief exchange with Babel never happened, the heat between us is now a full blown blaze of pure lust.

Stepping to the bed, I drop her onto it but follow her down. A knee presses between her thighs, where I drag it up and grind it firmly against the wet pussy I know is waiting desperately for me. My tongue ends up driving deeper into her mouth, cutting off the air she strains to gasp for.

Fat chance, baby. You no longer get to breathe without me.

Nadia starts to struggle under me, wiggling and rocking her hips on my knee, trying to get more from me than I’ve already given. Selfishly needy and unapologetic about it.

Pulling back from her, I snatch the hem of her shirt and drag it up. Ravenous for the skin underneath, which now has goosebumps peppering up and down her arms. Along her softened stomach scarred with stretch marks I will eventually rake my tongue over each and every one of them.Nadia doesn’t align with beauty standards, so fucking different than any woman I have ever looked at, and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing. She hits every mark for me. All her imperfections are the ones I never knew my heart needed until I had her in my hands and she fit perfectly.

I tenderly drag my shirt off, eager to feel her against me, then work on her pants. She pushes at my shoulder and I roll over onto my back when we change positions. She takes over, pulling off my boots then toeing off hers. My pants are next, her skilled fingers snagging the button and popping it free from the eyelet. The zipper that was digging into my cock on the way from the car? Now lowered. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of both remaining layers and drags them off. Cock springing up in anticipation. Reaching for myself, the harlot swats at me, knocking my hand away. Earning herself a growl.

“Don’t touch that, it’s mine.” She warns, working on ridding herself of her own pants. No joke, I like this side of her. Her bossy and domineering mentality always puts me in a mood, one where I completely destroy her. Today isn’t going to be any different, just need to be mindful of my injuries.

“Yes ma’am.” I retort, incapable of containing my smirk. Especially when she wiggles her jeans down past the hips that have rounded in our separation. Part of her I can’t stop noticing, yearning to grab ahold of and impale her on me. Grind against her curves, feel her weight against me, and pull the neediestmoans from her when I unravel her. Fuckkkkkk. I love this woman.

When she’s finally bare, I pat my chest, giving her the throne she deserves. The confused look on her face almost makes me laugh but I hold my hand out to her instead, not wanting her to doubt herself. Thankfully she takes it, putting her right foot on the bed and hoisting herself up while holding onto my hand. Leading her where I want her, her feet are next to my ribs when I slide my other hand up her bare leg.

“Keel.”

“W… what?”

“I didn’t stutter. Kneel Nadia.”

Clinging to my hand, she hesitantly lowers until her knees are on both sides of my head. I shift my arms out from under her ankles and grab hold of her hips, keeping her in place, the globes of her ass pressing against my upper chest as I dip and slide my tongue through her slit. Her taste explodes across my tastebuds, yanking a groan from me. Doing it again, I meet the slick fluid of her arousal and circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Tightening my grip, I drag her forward and push my face between her labia. Lips finding her throbbing clit and sucking it into my mouth. Teeth grazing over the sensitive tip, right where it drives her wild. Her legs squeeze on both sides of my head, her own tilting back when a moan slips from her partially open mouth. Continuing my assault, I watch her. Seeing the expanse of her frame above me, her tits rise and fall from how she’s trying to catch the breath I won’t let her find. The longer I go, the wetter she gets. Until she’s coating my entire muzzle and shaking above me—just how I like her.

Reading her like the morning news, I guide her off of me. She drops down to the bed. Dark hair fanning around her in an ominous halo—my demon.

“On your side, baby.” I ordered, pointing for her to face away from me. She complies in her state of desire, always makes me hard as fuck when she slips into this near-submissive state. I don’t need her to kneel for me in that way, it’s beautiful don’t get me wrong, it’s just not my thing. She’s mine and there’s no damn label to explain it other than that.

As Nadia stills, I look over the curves of her body. Starting at her shoulders, sliding down her spine, then to the flare of her hips after I make it past her waist. I’m one fortunate son of a bitch.

Maneuvering behind her, I take the knee on top and lift it—opening her for me. Doesn’t take too much for me to line up with her sweet cunt and slide into her. Her walls grip me instantly. Makes me want to throw my head back in ecstasy, from how she squeezes my cock when I haven’t done a fucking thing except fill her.

“K… Kace,” Nadia moans and that’s all it takes for my resolve to snap and I start driving into her. Drastically trying to get the urgent need to rail her out of my goddamn system before either one of us comes. I don’t want to stop; don’t want to lose the feeling of her around me so damn soon.

With her neck and shoulder already resting in front of my mouth, I lean in and pepper kisses up and down. Finding a spot which causes her to tighten around me—always so fucking responsive. Capitalizing on it, my teeth scrape over her skin then I clamp down until she rocks back into me and my own pace slows.

That’s better. We’re not doing this shit frantically tonight. No, I’m going to enjoy every second of wrecking her.

Resting her leg back down, my hand finds its way around to the front of her. Skimming over the lowest part of her stomach then dips further where my middle finger slides between her lips and over her pulsating morsel.

“Oh… oh God.” She squirms and whimpers. Reminding me of the first time she ever said that.

Leaning in close to her ear, I drop the tone of my voice a bit and speak.

“God still isn’t here, baby. He never was. All you have is me.”

She keens with every slow stroke I make. The slide of my cock gliding over her g-spot then so deep into her that when I push my hips firmly against her ass and grind, the tip of me rubs her cervix. Not too hard, but just enough to add to the pressure that continues to build. Making her quake, writhe, and whine like the good girl she is for me. Feeling her starting to flutter, my finger picks up speed even if my hips don’t.

“Come for me, Nadia. Milk all of the cum out of the cock you own.”

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