Judge (Shady Valley Henchmen 1)

A little harder.

A little faster.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned as his hand moved up, teasing with my breasts as he fucked me. “You feel that?” he asked, thrusting a little harder. “Feel how tight you’re getting?” he clarified. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked.

I couldn’t really find words right at that moment. I was too distracted by the sensations moving through my body all at once.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, squeeze my cock,” he hissed as the orgasm slammed through my system, stealing my voice, stealing my damn breath, leaving me helpless but to be pulled under the waves again and again before I could finally surface again, making me gasp for air as my gaze sought Jass’s.

“Told you it could be good,” he said, giving me a soft smile. “But it’s only going to get better,” he told me.

Because he wasn’t nearly done with me yet.

As soon as my body calmed back down, he was reaching for me again, pulling me up, turning me, and pushing me onto all fours on the mattress.

His hands massaged my ass for a second before I felt his cock press against me again for a second before thrusting into me once again.

The new position created a different sensation that had me letting out a surprise whimper.

“Told you,” he said, placing a hand between my shoulder blades, then pressing until my upper body went down on the mattress, tipping my ass up at him.

This time, when he started to fuck me, there was nothing slow or soft about it.

He was hard and fast and relentless.

One of his hands went between my thighs, engaging my clit, as the other landed slaps to my ass that had no right to be as hot as they were.

The next orgasm left me crying out at its sudden appearance.

But when I came back down again, Jass was still rock-hard inside of me.

On a rumble, he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me back against him as he moved, sitting off the side of the bed with me on his lap, my back to his chest.

“Ride me, Dell,” he demanded, voice rough. “Show me what you like,” he added.

I had no idea what I liked.

But after just a moment of trial and error, my hips started doing circles on his lap.

He didn’t interrupt me, didn’t try to take over, but at one point, he reached for my legs, pulling them up onto the mattress on the sides of his body as I continued to ride him.

“Want me to work your clit?” he asked, lips teasing the edge of my ear.

I couldn’t find words right then, so my hand grabbed his, and pressed it between my thighs.

“Jass…” I whimpered as my movements got more and more wonky as the impending orgasm seemed to steal my rhythm.

Responding to the plea, his hips started to rock into me as I kept circling, as his finger kept working my clit.

“Come for me,” he demanded, voice rough. “I want to feel you milk my come out of me,” he added.

That seemed to do it.

The orgasm slammed through me, a deep throbbing sensation that expanded outward until it overtook me completely.

“That’s it,” Jass hissed. “Just like that,” he added, thrusting harder and harder, then jerking upward hard, his body jolting as he came.

I wasn’t fully aware of anything for a long couple minutes later.

But when I did seem to come back into my body again, I found myself trembling slightly.

“You’re okay,” Jass assured me as my body stiffened. “Aftershocks,” he told me, lips pressing into the side of my neck.

His hands reached for me, shifting me until he slid out of me and my ass settled on his thighs across his lap.

His lips sealed to mine.

Undemanding.

But firm.

“You were so fucking good, baby,” he murmured against my lips, making my belly tighten hard. “That was better, yeah?” he asked as his hand massaged the back of my neck.

“Yes,” I agreed, leaning into his chest, snuggling my head under his chin.

“I wasn’t supposed to touch you again,” he told me as his hands started drifting over me like he couldn’t get enough of touching me. “Couldn’t fucking help myself,” he added. “Haven’t been able to think about anything else but getting inside of you again,” he added.

I had meant to keep it internal, but my snort went ahead and betrayed me by being all audible.

“What? Don’t believe me?” he asked.

“Girls come and go from the clubhouse all the time,” I said, barely able to hear myself.

“Haven’t touched any of ‘em.” Seeming to sense my disbelief, his hand slid up my thigh again, then over my hip, up over my ribs. “Why would I when I could have this?” he asked.

“But you couldn’t,” I reminded him.

“Still didn’t want anyone else.”

“Why?”

“Fuck if I know,” he admitted with a snort. “Makes no fucking sense to me.”