The taste of her pussy between us is dirty and hot all at once. I thrust in a little more, and she cries out but doesn’t try to push me out. “Good girl,” I say, trying to encourage her. “We’re almost there.”
She nods, and we kiss again until she’s rocking her hips with me. With one final thrust, I go all the way inside, and she cries out against my chest. There’s no way to help a small amount of pain, but even that little bit, I wish I could take away from her. She’s too fucking perfect, and although I should give her more time to adjust to my cock, I can’t. I’m fucking selfish and desperate for her in a way I didn’t know was possible. I’m like a shark smelling blood in the water, and it’s a frenzy I can’t control.
“I need you,” I groan, burying my face in her neck, and begin to thrust. It’s out of rhythm at first, but once the grip of her pussy isn’t so tight, I slow down and relax a little. I feel her relax too, and it’s easy after that. Her silky smooth pussy welcomes my cock, and her legs fall open on either side of me. “That’s it.”
My cock is so full and heavy as it enters her, and when I feel her nails dig into my chest, I begin to lose control. It’s too fucking tight, too fucking sweet, and I know I won’t last. Gripping her ass with both hands, I thrust so that my cock rubs across her clit with every stroke. She clenches around me and cries out, and I know she’s on the edge too.
“I-I’m, oh shit, Judge, I think I’m going to—”
Her orgasm takes her by surprise, and right when it hits, I roll us over so she’s on top of me. I thrust up deep inside and hold her hips tight as I grind it out for her. She falls on top of me as her orgasm goes on and on, and I finally let myself follow her into paradise.
It’s so powerful that I see black spots in my vision, and I’m thankful that I’m not on top of her anymore because I would have passed out. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her to me as I shout my own pleasure into the room. It’s more like a roar of triumph, and I realize that this must be what it feels like to be an animal. It’s primal and base, yet somehow this moment is sacred and pure.
I might be taking her as a husband takes a wife, but I’m claiming her soul tonight as well. Whether she knows it or not, her fate has been sealed.
Chapter Thirteen Kitty
I stare at Judge as he chews on the eggs I made for him and wait for his reaction. He keeps on chewing before he audibly swallows. “It’s great, babe.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so full of it.” I laugh and walk over to the tray of muffins on the stove and bring him back one. He bites into it and moans. The lesson I’m learning is I should stick to what I know.
“I can bake like a god, but I can’t make much else to save my life. I don’t even know how that’s possible.”
“You know I don’t care if you cook. Why would you want to put Kelly out of a job?” If it wasn't for Kelly, Judge and I might have starved to death by now. After that first night together we couldn't manage to leave the bedroom. We spent a solid week in there before coming up for air, and thankfully Kelly kept leaving food outside our bedroom door.
“It’s true, that man is a killer in the kitchen.” I point my finger at him. “But I’m better with the sweets than him, and don’t you forget it.”
When he pulls me against his side, he kisses me like it's the first time all over again. I can taste the chocolate from the muffin and the feel of lips on mine has me lost.
We break apart when there is a knock at the door. “Come in,” Judge says as he puts me back on my feet, not looking too happy about it.
“Mrs. Russo.” John takes his hat off, giving me a nod.
“Morning, John, would you like a muffin?” I ask him. He looks over at Judge, who has his arms folded over his chest, and I smack his shoulder. “Be nice, I can make more.” I fight a smile as Judge mumbles about not having to share and I'm his wife. I swear he’s almost pouting and it’s adorable. I love that I get this sweet soft side of Judge all to myself.
I give John a muffin while the two of them talk about things Judge needs to check on. I walk over to the coffee pot and make Judge a to-go coffee, knowing he’s going to head out for a few hours. We can’t stay holed up in this house forever, no matter how much we want to. He has a farm to tend to, and I need to figure out what I’m going to do with myself.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” Judge tells me when John goes out the front door. I hold up his thermos of coffee and he leans down and presses his lips to mine. “You’re an angel.”
“And I promise not to make you lunch,” I tease, getting a laugh from him.
“What are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll find something to do.” I pull him down for one more kiss, and he gives my ass a squeeze before he’s gone. When I get to the master bedroom, I tidy
