Page 149 of Judas

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“Nine…”

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“Eight…”

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“Fuck! Kace, it’s right there!” I squeeze out, refusing to breathe.

“I know, give it to me. Now!”

Releasing me with a slight shove, Kace leans back on his knees. Looking down at where his fingers were pleasuring me to my wits end. Only to go a step further when he shoves three of them into my soaked cunt and finishes bringing me to the loudest desperate scream I’ve ever given him.

“Damnnn, baby. That’s what I’m talking about. Pussy’s milking my fingers like that’s all you have to give. Greedy as hell.”

I can’t focus on what he’s saying. He keeps moving inside of me and rubbing. Wrenching out every shiver and shake. All of which I’m now forcing myself to breathe through. More like gasping.

“Such a good girl, Nadia. Do you want more?”

Yes… yes the fuck I do.

Mustering a nod, I push up from the bed and he stops me with a weighted hand between my shoulders.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“L… lay d.. down. Want to ride you.”

Fucker falls down next to me right as I’m lifting up—no hesitation. Tossing a leg over him, I lean down and brush my tongue over his left nipple. Giving it a little nibble that makes him grumble. He always feels so good against my tongue, his taste makes one of those violent jolts shoot through my teethand my jaw. Letting me know that even my nerves love him—even if he grates them sometimes.

Traveling down his body, I slide my hands and fingers over the contours of his chest and abdomen, his skin prickling with goosebumps the further I trail. My lips ghost through the very-very sparse bit of hair that leads from his belly button behind his joggers. It tickles but what gives me the most joy is the noise he makes when I bite on the dips and edges of his Adonis belt that’s framed by his waistband.

“Fucking hell, Snitch.”

Flicking my eyes up, I see him looking down at me. Hands flexing in the air beside his torso itching to grab hold of me.

“What, you can play with me, but I can’t play with you?”

“Absolutely not.” Kace chokes out. “Get that cunt on my dick if you’re going to ride. Lose the shirt too, I want to see those tits bounce.”

“So crude.”

I bit him again.

“Snitchhhh.”

His head falls back to the bed, cock twitching under the tent he pitched while fingering me. I smirk seeing the effect I have on him. I always wondered if I could have the same sort of power over his body as he does mine. From what I can see, that is entirely possible and I’m going to capitalize on it. Later though, my man has needs and so do I.

Moving off of him, taking his sweats with me, I leave him bare as the day he was born. Dragging his shirt off my body, flinging it to the side, finally sliding my shorts off with a kick. Asshole has his hand wrapped around himself, stroking from root to tip while watching me. Eyes focused on every inch of my body. My nipples are hardening from how hungry he looks. Thankful for the scars my old piercings left behind because they’re permanently firm to a degree.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“Not so bad yourself,” I tease. Watching how he pleasures himself, noting it for later. There’s always something to learn with him.

“Going to keep gawking at me, or let me feel you?”

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