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His hand reaches back up and pulls on my locks. The tightness makes my head prickle but somehow amplifies the sensation of his fingers playing me like his personal instrument.
A drop of precum forms underneath my touch and I use it to lubricate the underside of his head. He jerks in my hand and his cock seems harder than moments before. It makes me heady as I feel every ridge and vein under my palm.
This man is a force to be reckoned with. The thought carousals around in my skull as the familiar tingling heat pools in my belly and shoots straight to my core.
Justyce curls his finger up and hits that spongy part inside and my legs tremble. My body locks up and my mouth drops as I keen out my orgasm. It comes out strangled and muffled but I maintain eye contact with him even as the wetness squirts from my pussy.
Justyce pulls away and by the smug look on his head I know my eyes and face must display the shock that is no doubt written all over it.
“I take it you’ve never squirted before, Dark One,” he says smugly. His voice sounds like he has gravel stuck in his throat.
I’m a little pissed that I’m stupefied by squirting all over his hand that I can’t think of anything witty to snark back. Instead, I grin, bring my free hand up to my mouth and spit inside the palm. I revel in the way his eyes darken another shade as I bring my hand down to his length and work on swirling both hands around him.
Justyce grunts between a clenched jaw, his fingers working madly inside of me once more, and I commit the very image of him slowly coming undone at my hands to memory. I bring him closer and closer to the edge, watching how his body shudders and his hips rock into my hands.
I peek down to see the head of his cock an angry purple and so fucking big as he fucks my hands, his hips pistoning like they did when he was inside of me. Heat pools in my pussy again, his fingers pumping in and out, and I can tell by the feel of him under my hands and the look on his face that he’s close.
Justyce groans out my name, his body shaking and then coming to an abrupt stop, stilling. I watch in lust induce fascination as his seed rockets out all over me, sending me over the edge all over again. My eyes roll back into another universe and I cry out his name feeling warmth gushing over my thighs.
Stickiness coats my hand but I don’t move it from his dick. I stand there with my eyes closed and panting from the mind blowing orgasms and the sensations still rippling through my body. I’m exhausted.
Justyce’s forehead rests against mine and my eyelids flutter open. His eyes are on mine and I watch as something sails through those stormy graphite hues.
I don’t have the energy or the strength to read into it. Hell, I can barely keep on my feet. As if sensing the fatigue racking my body, Justyce withdraws his fingers from my sex and hair then with quick and easy movements cradles me to his chest.
I hardly register his legs tangle around mine, the feel of his expensive sheets under my skin, or the fact that we both deflected from our issues with sex. But as the Sandman settles in, I feel the niggling feeling in the pit of my belly and I sense running away from Justyce Travino isn’t going to be as easy as I initially thought.
Chapter Nineteen – Justyce
I don’t know when I drifted off but somehow the sweet, quiet vibrations of Kenzi’s snores lulled me to sleep. Glancing down, I note her upturned lips are slightly ajar and her thick, long, dark eyelashes fan against her cheekbones.
Fear spikes and I can’t get away fast enough from her but I feel trapped in her embrace. I’m too close. There’s no doubt I’m in too deep. I’d be a fool to admit anything but that, and I have no inkling of how I’m going to fix any of this bullshit.
I’m supposed to hate Kenzi Adrina. Yet here I am laying naked with her wrapped around me, and that’s not even the real issue.
Memories flash behind my retinas and I groan quietly, my cock thickening. I can’t believe I let Acheron fuck her, especially with how territorial I am over the damn woman. But I’d be lying if I didn’t relish every single second of the encounter between the three of us.
Taking a final look at Kenzi, I slip my hand out from under her and untangle my legs from hers, causing her to heave a little grunt. The smirk pulls at my lips before I can stop it. She looks perfect raveled naked in my black sheets. It’s something I could get used to seeing.
That thought alone scares the fuck out of me. My eyes linger for a moment longer before I turn and head for my adjoining bathroom.
The beige tiles feel like ice underneath the soles of my feet, but I ignore the sensation and head straight for the waterfall shower. Leaning in, I turn the faucets on and wait for the temperature to regulate.
Stepping under the massive shower head, I tilt my head up toward the skylight in the center of the shower and close my eyes, losing myself inside my own mind.
Where did this all go wrong? When did I start seeing Kenzi as something more than a hole to whet my appetite or a debt to be repaid? There was never an agreeance on how long she’d need to serve me before the debt was paid in full. I sigh long and hard, realizing that I don’t want her to be here because she has to be but because shewantsto be.
Her eyes filter through my mind from last night and with it comes every whimper, every uncertain yet lust filled look. I’ve computed every single nuance to memory and I could drown in the revelry that is Kenzi Adrina.
I’m gutted when images of Acheron thrusting inside of her, tasting what’s mine surface. However from my heavy and growing cock hanging between my legs, it seems he has other ideas. But it’s done and I can move on from it because it’ll never happen again with the three of us, it’ll be another perverse memory and nothing more
Pushing the thought from my mind, I catapult to the moment we had on the balcony.Last night.Kenzi witnessed me with my walls down, those fuckers crumbled all the fuck around me but she didn’t run from me. She sure as hell tried running from her own head, though.
The hot water pounds over my flesh and I stand there unmoving, trying to unravel what transpired between us over the last twenty-four hours. Something shifted, I just don’t know what.
Throw in my father to the mix, along with the crap throwing down at Arcane and we have some Jerry Springer shit.
Leaning on one arm against the shower wall, consumed with my thoughts, I run my other hand through my wet hair. I don’t hear the door creak behind me until warm hands lace around my waist. I don’t need to reach for the hidden dagger in the rocks of the shower like I normally would if I was disturbed because I know it’s Kenzi.
