Page 148 of Judas

Huffing and crawling away, he fists the back of my shorts and yanks me to him. Forcing the inseam between my labia for a taunting bit of pressure and roughness.

“Kace!”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. My name on your lips like the good whore you are for me.”

Son of a bitch.

Fisting my hair with his opposite hand, he turns my head enough where he’s in my peripherals before letting me go. Fingers slide between my thighs, hook into the gusset of my shorts and pull the fabric to the side. One blunt digit probes between my lips, running up and down maddeningly. When the rough finger pad grazes the most sensitive part of my clit, I groan and he repeats the movement.

“Love how wet your cunt gets, Snitch. Begging to be stuffed full of cock—you’ll have to wait though.”

“W… what?” The tone of my voice is already starting to become raspy and needy. It’s so easy for him to turn me into this version of myself. Won’t lie, I like it. Taking whatever he decides I need. Keeping the both of us fulfilled or punishing me—either way.

“Need you nice and relaxed for what I have planned. Let’s get you to come for me. You have five minutes starting now.”

“K… Kace, I can’t come on a… oh fuck.” Moaning out the last syllable.

“You can, and you will. If you don’t, then I guess I can restrain you to the bench in the shower and blast this pretty pussy with the shower head.”

His finger quickly strums over my clit. Giving it a brief circle.

“Force you to come over…”

The movement focuses once again on the too delicate end of me.

“And over…”

He leans in then, biting the shell of my ear, grinding his erection into the back of my left thigh.

“And over…”

Pushing two fingers into me, he hooks them forward and rapidly strokes my sweet spot, this time leaning in to press the side of his face to mine. Rough stubble biting into my soft skin.

“Again. Three minutes, baby.”

“I can’t do it, Kace!”

“Yes, the fuck, you can.”

Dragging his fingers out, he returns to my clit. This time, when he strokes me, his thumb invades, giving me a bit more stimulation. All I can feel is the weight of his body against me, pinning me into the mattress while he finger fucks me. Drawing my orgasm out with skilled demands, until I’m throbbing around his thumb, squirming under his weight.

“K… Kace.”

“Go on, come for me. Show me who owns this pussy.”

“Fuuuckkkk,” I breathe out.

Sucking in an ever deeper breath, I hold it. Legs starting to shake with each strum of his fingers. A deep toned countdown begins at the side of my neck where he starts to pepper kisses along the sensitized skin. His tongue darts out to lick the tender flesh from the shoulder until he’s below my ear again.

“Thirty seconds.”

I don’t breathe. Head swimming as he sends me higher and higher. Almost where I need to be. Blood pressure building where my face begins to heat.

“Twenty seconds.”

Fuck fuck fuck.

Unable to stop myself, I let out a quick half-breath and suck in another. Needing control. Something Kace observes, I’m guessing, from how he grips my hair harder and doesn’t stop the rhythm he’s established.

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