Mr. Judge: A Man Who Knows What He Wants

He slips a finger out and then in again, faster this time, his other fingers brushing against my clit with each movement. I can hardly think as I bob up and down, jostling in time with him, the pressure in my pussy growing and deafening me to everything else.

“The way your big juicy tits bounce… fuck.”

I look at him through pleasure-filled eyes, finding his gaze locked intently on my chest. Without thinking – passion guiding me – I reach up and push my breasts together.

His reaction tells me I did the right thing.

He growls and fingers me even harder, faster, pumping his arm.

My instincts guide me down to meet each thrust, and then he begins to swirl his finger inside of me, tempting a spot I’ve only ever felt once before, the one that bloomed when he went down between my legs.

“Come for me,” he growls, pumping faster, my pussy making wet noises of pleasure.

My hole feels like it’s fluttering, but mostly I fixate on that deep-within place, the point of ecstasy as he swirls his finger with more and more ferocious passion.

“Come for me. My. Perfect. Fucking. Virgin.”

My walls tighten. My entire lower half feels like it’s heating up, and then I erupt into pure euphoria.

My legs shake and my hips buck.

My body taking over, chasing the pleasure, knowing where it leads.

“That’s it. Show me how badly you want it.”

My pussy quivers and everything clashes together, as though my whole life has been leading to this moment, to this orgasm.

I have to close my eyes against the force of it, deep red flooding the darkness of my eyelids, the red of heat, of pleasure, of love.

As the orgasm shatters inside of me, spreading a tingly sensation throughout my body, I know I love this man. I almost say it.

Then the moment passes, and I’m glad I didn’t.

What if he didn’t say it back?

I open my eyes as he climbs onto the bed, burying his fists on either side of my head, propping himself up.

His muscled torso rests against my body, my pebbled nipples brush against his chest.

He reaches down with one hand, his eyes locked on mine, his jaw tensed and his temples pulsing.

“I need you,” he snarls. “I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything. Tell me you’re ready, Piper. Tell me.”

“I’m ready,” I whisper, digging my fingernails into his naked back.

I’m not sure if this is the complete truth. But I know I want it, as desperately as he does, as hungrily. The orgasm has left my pussy sore in a good way, super sensitive, as though demanding more attention.

Pearce reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock and guiding the helm to my entrance. My pussy spreads for him as he pushes inside, slowly, inch by inch.

A stinging feeling kisses my insides as he opens me up, as my walls cling onto him so tightly I’m sure this isn’t going to work. He snarls and inches deeper until my eyes are closed tightly and my hands are trembling.

Pearce’s lips find my cheek, and then my lips. He holds himself inside of me as we kiss. The tenderness takes me by surprise, but I sink into it.

We kiss softly, the tips of our tongues seeking each other out.

Then the tension in my core begins to relax slowly.

The walls of my sex are still tight around him but the stinging is gone, the concern drifts away. Suddenly it’s like there’s a warm balm flowing into me, coming from his cock, spreading all through my body.

Our teeth click together and I feel him smirking.

“Fuck, you’re taking me. You’re taking all of it.”

“Everything?” I gasp. “You’re… all the way?”

“Yes,” he grunts. “I told you. Your body needs this. Now be a good girl and moan for me.”

He rears back like a bear, giving me a look at his incredible pecs as he buries his fists into the mattress and starts to move his hips.

I gasp, stunned at how badly I miss his cock when he slips out of me. But then he slides back in, pushing right up to the hilt, his engorged tip teasing that hot spot that brought me to orgasm before.

I claw at his arms as he picks up speed, his eyes never leaving my body, flitting from my face to my breasts and even lower, to my belly, as though he’s envisioning our future.

He growls and pumps into me harder, causing the bed to judder.

I let out a cry of stunned pleasure, and find myself moving with him, chasing that feeling. He grunts in approval and does it again, then again, and soon we’re sinking into a rhythm, moving together, our movements in sync as much as our souls.

I’m not sure how much time passes like this.

Minutes cease to matter.

The only way I can judge is by the feeling deep inside of me, as though his cock is hammering against a dam, weakening its foundations with each thrust.