Page 59 of Judge
“Open it now before I kick it in,” Leo demands, rubbing his hard cock up and down my denim covered ass.
“Aha!” I yell triumphantly before I’m wrapped in Leo’s arms as he carries me to the kitchen island.
“Hands on the island babe,” I do as he says, the countertop cool under my palms.
Leo flicks the button on my jeans, yanking the tabs wide enough for the zip to slide down. He tugs them and my panties down my legs and I step out of them, kicking to the side.
“Fucking beautiful,” Leo whispers, almost reverently, looking at my hail-damaged ass.
He jiggles the cheeks in his large hands before spreading me wide and licking me from clit to ass. I can hear him smacking his lips, alongside his groan as if I’m the tastiest morsel he’s ever had. He raises one of my legs, resting my knee on one bar stool, then positions himself behind me. The thick mushroom head of his cock slides between my lower lips, spreading my cream through my folds.
“So fucking wet for me baby,” Leo murmurs before his hips snap and he fills me in one long stroke.
I shudder at the intrusion, every fiber and nerve ending in my body coming alive as if I’ve been hit by lightning. Leo groans behind me, his hands gripping my waist and he moves me on and off his cock, thrusting harder, deeper each time until I can’t feel where he begins and I end.
“You feel so good, Kai, so fucking good,” he groans into my neck as he curls around my body, one hand dropping to circle my clit. “Like you were fucking made for me.”
I pant in agreement, because I feel it too. Every curve of my body melds seamlessly with every hard plane of his, his cock filling me over and over to perfection, his labored breaths mixing with mine as I try to brace myself on the counter. It’s all too much and yet not enough.
“Leo,” I whine, pushing my hips back every time his snap forward.
“I’ve got you baby.” I fly through the air as Leo lifts me, spins me around and then lowers me onto his cock, my arms grabbing onto his shoulders so as not to fall. “I’ve got you Kai, always,” he whispers, slowing his thrusts, his arms banding around my waist, one fist in my hair, holding me close.
My forehead drops to his, staring into his green eyes, “I know Leo, and I’ve got you. Always.” The words, those three little words are on my lips and instead of letting fear hold them in, I let them tumble into the space where our lips are pressed, touching, breathing, “I love you.”
My words are his undoing, he holds me impossibly tighter as I bounce on his cock, his thrusts almost punishing as he fucks me with an urgency I didn’t know I needed. My orgasm builds as my legs begin to clench around Leo, tighter and tighter until I arch back, stars bursting behind my eyes. I shake as wave after wave of Leo’s cum fills me, his thrusts slowing but not stopping for another long moment.
“I love you, Leo, so much,” I whisper, my hands cupping his handsome face, thumbs brushing against his dark beard.
“I love you, Kai. Always have, always will baby.” he gently presses his lips to mine, sipping from them before pulling back.
I don’t know how long we spend just staring at each other, but it feels right. Everything feels right. Leo. Me. The kids. The DRMC. All of it.
“Come on, little mama, let’s get cleaned up and go get our babies.” Leo pats me on the ass, then carries me to the bathroom.
“Ourbigbabies,” I say, because hell, they’re almost adults.
“They’re still our babies, no matter how big they are.”
I nod in agreement, because Leo’s right. They’ll forever be my babies.
“Kai?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you thought about having any more babies? Shit, after what happened the last time,canyou have more babies?”
I turn to look at him, his brows creased with worry as he reverently touches my stomach. Placing my hand over his, I smile gently up at him. “I can have more children.”
“Um, do you want more?”
“You’re a good father and a good man, Leo. My birth control implant will need to be renewed in a couple of months. If you, we, decide I could not renew and see what happens?”
His expression brightens, “Yeah, I like that. Don’t get me wrong, I love my twins, but I kinda need you to be barefoot and knocked up so you’ll never run from me again,” he jokes, but I can still see the pain and guilt he carries for not being there.
Instead of telling him he’s forgiven, I press my lips to his, telling him with my actions, my love. Pulling apart for air, I press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “The only running I’ll be doing is to you, my love.”
His grin is everything I need to know that this is where I’m meant to be.
