Page 150 of Judas

“Want to show you something I watched on TV one night at Bluitt.”

“Oh? The guards forget to turn the channel before the porn came on?”

“No.”

“Then what is it, baby?”

“This.” Lifting my elbow, I take a flying leap of faith. “JOHN CENA!!!”

“Goddamnit!” Kace yells, catching me before anything gets hurt and bursts out laughing. “You fucking brat.”

Giggling, I wiggle against him and go back to what I had originally planned. Straddling his hips I waste no more time sinking onto his cock—forcing a moan out of him. Both of his hands slap down on my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there with a hard grip. Any harder and he’s going to leave bruises. I’ve turned into a delicate apple over the years.

“Shit. I’ll never tire of the way you squeeze around me.”

Pushing my hands against his chest for balance, my hips roll, rocking back and forth at a leisurely pace. Feeling him starting to thrust into me, I squeeze both of his nipples to get him to stop. Kace huffs and slaps his palms on my thighs again. Apparently pain is no consolation to him since he leans up, wraps his arms around me and pulls me down. My naked chest pressing near-painfully to his. Stealing a glimpse of the face I’ve come to love, Kace pushes me up with his hips then slams into me when I’ve granted him enough room. The harsh movement forces the breath out of my lungs.

“Th… there we go, Snitch. Stuffed full and speechless. Do you want more?”

He snaps his hips again.

“Fu… I… God yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

Our skin starts to heat, sliding slightly, with every new hard thrust into me. The snaps of his hips crashing our flesh together with sharp slaps as if he were claiming me all over again. In a way he is, scribbling over some more of my trauma in only the way he can. Rewiring my brain to accept the type of love he has to give and the brand which I need.

Resting my forehead to his chest, spine arching under his hands, I lose myself in the pleasure he drags out of me. Surging into my slick pussy without abandon, with the sole purpose of knotting our red threads together in an unbreakable bind.

Tossing me onto my back, right before I come apart at the seams again, Kace is over me. Spitting lewdly into his hand, he coats himself, mixing our fluids together as the other smears my arousal down over the tight skin of my ass. Gently easing a finger inside of me. The sensation is uncomfortable at worst, odd at best, but there’s an appeal—mostly in the way he’s staring at me. Ravenously.

“That hurt at all?”

“N… no.”

“Good, cause it might.”

This time he spits on me instead, then moves forward a bit to get our hips closer together. The warmth of his saliva is quickly masked by the slide of his blunt head. Down from my swollen clit, over my entrance even when it squeezes in hopes he was going to shove himself back inside of me. I know better though, he’s taking the last part of me he has yet to fill.

Tense at first, my body protests. Kace brings a hand back down, running his thumb along my hood and over the engorgedtip of me to trick my body into relaxing. Easy at first, he presses in a little then retreats. Getting deeper with every advance until I finally open enough for him to push in deeper. Hitching a breath I squirm, feeling like he’s going to hit my naval at some point.

“Fuck.” Kace breathes out.

Moving my hands, I circle his wrist with one and jam the other into the bedding under me. My glazed eyes glance up when Kace groans, head tilting back for a split second as he releases his hold. That hand then returns to my thigh and presses down.

“You feel so good, baby.”

Sucking in a quivering breath, almost forming words which are halted at the sensation of long slow drags of his cock. Pulling back then pushing in. And oh my fucking God.

A low sultry laugh comes from above me when I sense him shifting. His weight leans over me when his lips start to graze mine.

“If I didn’t know any better, those pathetic little sounds coming out of your mouth make it seem like you are enjoying this.”

“K… Kace. P… please.”

“Oh?” He questions, dragging out of me again. “You have manners today? Go on,wife, beg.”

The stupid thing in my chest stutters at that. Squeezing before it flutters rapidly and he chuckles again. Slapping both hands on his waist, I feel the muscles of his lower back and sides flex under the skin when he rolls hips forward. Picturing the way he fucks me slowly makes my cunt drip.

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