Page 46 of Justyce
Pushing down the niggling thoughts and unsettling emotions, I begin tapping into Justyce the cold-blooded killer, the beast.
“What−what are you doing, Justyce?” Kenzi’s voice quivers. She’s sensed the shift, I’m certain of it.
I scowl down at her, my body leaden with lust and blanketed with annoyance. “I don’t want to hear your protests or questions anymore tonight. The only thing I want to hear is your cries, moans and screams as I take what’s mine. Do you understand?” I reply sharply, hoping she ignores me and fights.
She doesn’t disappoint. Her eyes are slits of glazier ice, threatening to crack into a thousand jagged shards and it fucking fuels the beast, causing ruckus within. “Then you picked the wrong fucking woman! Get the hell away from me! Is this the only way you can get your dick wet, Justyce, by tying women up and raping them!”
My humanity is off, only the beast remains, and he’s salivating at her callous words. Kenzi pulls at the cuffs, cursing under her breath as I yank my shirt off over my head and I throw it to the floor then crawl back onto the bed.
She stills. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her breath come in short bursts. I watch as her eyes roam hungrily over my body. Even though she’s no doubt disgusted in herself for feeling anything toward me, there’s no doubt in my mind she’ll ever admit she wants this. I can see it in those electric irises as they all but eat me up and spit me out in the same second.
None of what will happen tonight is going to be romantic, very far from it. She’s a means to an end, a way for me to scratch that annoying, festering itch that’s continued to flourish in her wake. It’s unrelentless in its moldering state.I hate her. I repeat over it over in my mind because I need to remember she’s just a debt that’s to be paid. Nothing less and certainly nothing more.
Fury surges through me at my weakness. I should have already fucked her and left her but here I am procrastinating with myself. It’s nauseating.
Deflecting from my inner fuckery, I coo, “I bet that cunt is saturated, Dark One.” Her lip curls up at the side in a snarl while her eyebrows draw tightly together. Her eyes dip low to watch as I spit on my hand and lubricate my cock.
“You’re a fucking pig!” she snaps, and I silence her derogatory comments by slamming into her and wrapping my hand around her throat.
“Oh holy fuck!” she keens out loudly, her voice finishing on a squeal as my length jerks inside of her and she clamps around me.
I still, my jaw working my teeth down to dust at how hard I’m grinding them. For someone who didn’t want me to touch her moments ago, her pussy says otherwise. She’s so fucking wet and tight.
Not giving her time to comment again, I lift her right leg over my shoulder and start moving inside of her. Her snug little hole swallows me to the base and I grunt, pulling out only to slide back in.
Those electric hues stay locked onto mine. Her eyebrows pinch together while she moans and welcomes the onslaught as I try to fuck her out of my system. I pummel into her over and over again and she hisses through the pain. Agony and bliss, baby, agony and bliss. That’s the only way I can describe the strangulation around my length right now.
I remove my hand from around her throat and sit back so I can watch my cock pumping in and out of her. Her silky walls cinch around it like a vise grip, leaving her cream coating me and it’s the best fucking view I’ve ever seen. I need more, I need to feel her wrapped around me completely. I need to inhale her entirely, consume her, perhaps then I can let go of these glassy electric blues that have haunted me for too long.
Still thrusting inside of her, my movements come out uneven as I reach over and uncuff her left wrist then the right. Once her arms are free she wraps them around my neck, as if operating on instinct. I yank her off the bed and against the wall, making sure my length stays embedded in her heat.
Gripping her ass hard and knowing I’m going to leave bruises makes me smile. Possessive swirls tingle at the base of my spine and I welcome it.What the shit. Pushing that thought aside, I lift her up and piston into her tight channel, her pussy garroting me as I watch her under leaden lids. Sweat drips down from her forehead and off her nose as her tits jiggle from my onslaught. Her lips are swollen red and I can see the smidge of blood at the corner of her mouth from how hard she’d bitten into them. It’s the sexiest thing
“Fuck!” I growl.
“Faster. Please, fuck faster!” she begs and I can’t hold back anymore.
I hiss when Kenzi’s nails dig into my back. Wetness coats my shoulder blades where her hands are, telling me she’s drawn blood. I fucking love it.My lioness. Faster and faster I pump, bringing her closer to the edge. It feels like her pussy is hoovering my cock inside of her with the suction. It feels so fucking good.
“Ohhhh… Fuck!” her head falls against the wall but I pull her back up to face me.
“Eyes on me. I want to see your face when you cream all over my cock,” I grind out.
Eyes unwavering, flesh against flesh, the sound reverberates around the room as the familiar current charges down my back and nestle in my balls.
Gritting my teeth, I push the orgasm back, forcing Kenzi down so hard on me that my balls slap against ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit Justyce, I’m going to come!” she bellows out.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock and profanities spill from her filthy mouth. Her eyes glaze over and she shudders around me, her walls constricting around my length, drawing me closer to my own climax.
“God damn, Kenzi!” I growl.
I pick up the pace and chase my own orgasm with the charged energy between us. Kenzi clutches around me, once more crying out her orgasm, then dips her head to kiss me.
I stiffen at her advance then quickly latch onto her shoulder, biting down hard as I spill inside of her.
Afterward, we stand there, the only sound is our mingled pants as we finally come down from post orgasmic high. I need to get out of here, but there’s a damn frat party going on in my head and I can’t quiet the noise. I’ll have to do it the only way I know how and down some Macallan’s 1926.
