He was barely touching me, but I felt like a wildfire was burning through my system, like it was going to engulf me completely. And I wasn’t sure what would be left of me in the aftermath.
“Spread for me,” Judge murmured, making my belly do another flip-flop. “Feet on the table, baby,” he added when I didn’t immediately move to comply.
With both need and a hint of fear coursing through my body, I did what he instructed, pulling up my legs, and placing my feet at the edge of the cold table.
“Spread, baby,” he encouraged again, voice a little rougher than before and I couldn’t tell if it was desire or frustration.
All I knew was I spread my legs wider for him, opening up, giving him more access.
The second I did, his thumb moved to my clit, working it in circles as his fingers moved downward.
Pressing.
Then slipping inside.
There was a slight but unexpected pinch that quickly went away as his fingers slipped deeper inside me, creating a sensation I never could have anticipated.
I mean, sure, I’d, you know, explored. But it wasn’t the same.
I wasn’t in control here.
And that foreign element had my hips rising up a bit to meet his touch as his fingers slid out, then pressed back in.
“Tight fucking pussy,” he murmured, making my walls tighten around him even more. “Feel how wet you are for me?” he added, starting to thrust faster and faster for a long moment before his fingers turned inside of me, and started to stroke against my top wall.
Before I could even fully adjust to the feel of him engaging my G-spot, his body was ducking down.
And then his thumb was no longer on my clit. Because he was sucking it into his mouth instead.
My legs and arms flailed outward as the strange sensation mingled with the realization of what he was doing seemed to register.
It was different from his finger.
Way, way different.
His tongue started to move around me, soft little circles that had my hands slamming down on the back of his neck, and my fingers curling into his skull, holding him to me in case he got any ideas of stopping before that desperate need for release was fulfilled.
A low, humming sound moved through him at the feel of my fingers as my legs lifted, going up over his shoulders.
There was a split second where I worried I was going to suffocate the man with my thighs before there were no more conscious thoughts anymore.
Because all there was in the world was Judge’s tongue on my clit and his fingers working my G-spot. And the steady surge upward until he had me dangling on the precipice of oblivion.
He didn’t even let me hang there for long.
He shoved me right over and left me crashing down into the orgasm that had my vision going white, that had my body shaking as I cried out.
I was vaguely aware of him moving then, pulling away. I was even able to hear the zipper of his pants and the crinkle of the condom foil, but I wasn’t quite in my right mind enough right then to put those things together, to process what was going on.
But then his hands were grabbing me, yanking me up, and holding me against his chest as I felt his cock press against me.
And that, yeah, that managed to chase away the lingering mind-numbing sensation of the orgasm.
I became acutely aware of what was happening the second I felt the head of his cock push against the entrance to my body.
There was an immediate burning sensation. Because while I’d felt him pressing against me through his pants, there was no way I could have known just how big he was until there was no barrier.
Fear and uncertainty mingled in my mind then, making my stomach swirl and my heart slam into overdrive.
My lips pressed against his chest as the burn intensified for a second before, suddenly, he was slamming deep inside me, taking every last inch of me.
His skin muffled the cry that escaped me at the pinching, the burning, the unfamiliar fullness.
If he heard me, if he understood the sound for what it was, I wasn’t sure, because he just started fucking me then.
Fast.
Deep.
And all I could do was hold on and breathe through it, try to relax.
There was no relaxing, though.
So I just focused on breathing as Judge’s own breath got faster and more labored before, suddenly, he was slamming deep with a hiss.
“Fuck,” he growled, his body jerking hard as he came.
And that was it.
It was over.
And, I guess, the girls had been right.
It had hurt.
And it was strange and uncomfortable.
But it was over.
Then he was sliding out of me.
I just sat there, to stunned to move, as I was aware of him zipping back up.
“Catch you around, baby.”