Blood & Bones: Judge (Blood Fury MC 3)

Unfortunately, she couldn’t avoid staring.

The noise he made when she licked her lips forced her gaze up.

His nostrils were flared and his eyes dark as he grabbed the root of his cock and squeezed it so hard, the veins protruded.

He suddenly moved.

Cassie’s heart pounded in her chest, in her throat, in her ears, as the big man approached the bed. He made her feel very small as he stood at the end and studied her as he stroked his cock slowly.

“Now... slowly unbutton your shirt. Want you to touch yourself as you do it. Pretend it’s me touchin’ you.”

“Why do I have to pretend?” She quickly slipped all the buttons through the holes. “Touch me yourself.”

She shrugged out of her blouse and threw it at him. It hit his chest and fluttered to his feet.

He stared at it for a second, then lifted his gaze. His eyes burned hot, his hand had stilled around the root of his cock, and then...

He moved again.

All the air fled from her lungs as his weight hit her, knocking her onto her back. He grabbed her wrists and yanked them up over her shoulders, shoving his face in her cleavage which had almost been knocked free from her bra.

She groaned as he sucked her and his beard scraped her skin. He clamped both her wrists into one hand and ripped one cup down far enough until her breast came out.

“Fuck,” he growled a split second before sucking her aching nipple deep.

Her hips surged up at that pleasurable pull that shot from her nipple all the way to her pussy.

Which almost made her come. Surprisingly, in seconds. Just with his mouth on her like that. He was not gentle as he sucked hard and rocked against her even harder.

He pulled her other breast out and sucked that one, too. His fingers finding the slick nipple he’d abandoned and tweaking it hard.

She gasped and lifted her head, watching him take in as much of her breast as he could into his mouth.

Him tipping his green eyes to hers was all it took to make heat burst through her center, radiate out, goosebumps break out over her heated skin and cause her thighs to squeeze together and her toes curl. She breathed his name.

She tried to say Judge, but the only part that came out was Judd. But then, it only seemed right to call him by his real name when they were being intimate.

He released her wrists and her breast and rose up onto his hands, staring down at her. “Bra off.”

She wedged her hands beneath herself and unclipped the wide strap on the strongest bra she could find to hold the weight of her breasts up comfortably. As she did that, he unfastened the button and zipper on her jeans, and as she slipped the bra off her arms, he jerked her jeans down her hips, her whole body jolting as he did so.

She planted her feet into the mattress just long enough to lift her hips so he could finish peeling the denim and her panties down her thighs and calves, and free them from her feet as she fell back to the bed.

And now they were both naked.

Finally.

She froze as he kneeled between her calves with her jeans and panties crushed in his hand. His gaze slid from her hair which was spread loose around her head, over her face and lower. He paused on her breasts, which ached for his touch, and, again, continued lower.

She tensed as his eyes roamed over her stomach—the one part on her Dennis complained about the most—but his face didn’t change, not even in the slightest, as he continued lower. Past the stretch marks she earned from carrying Daisy, over her wider than desired hips, and her thighs that jiggled when she walked.

When he was done, he lifted his eyes back to hers. “Fuckin’ goddamn beautiful. Just like I knew you’d be.”

She wasn’t expecting that. Hell, she wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. But hearing that...

He threw her jeans and panties to the floor, grabbed her calves and pushed them toward her until her knees were bent, then he spread her legs even wider. He took his time staring at her there, too. She gripped the sheets so she wouldn’t instinctively cover herself, because it was difficult not to do so.

Dennis had been so judgmental about her body changes. It was one reason she never tried to date after separating from him. Daisy was another. Having a young daughter, she had to be careful about anyone she met.

Plus, with all the shit going on in her life, she hadn’t wanted the hassle. Once things settled, she’d consider dating again. But right now, she had a long way to go before she got to that point.

She was in no rush. She hadn’t had sex in a few years, anyway, so what was waiting a couple more?