“Oh, shit, oh, yesss.” She loses control, flooding hot pussy juices over my cock.
“Look at me, lass.” I lift, thumb running circles along her clit. The angles of my dick gloss up each time I pump in and out of her.
Angling her hips up, Justice leans on her elbows. “I love your dick, Brody!”
“Whose pussy is this?” I roar.
“Yours, Brody, oh, my—” She falls back, eyes rolling into the back of her head overpowered by another orgasm.
“That’s fecking right, lass. I own this pussy.”
We feck like animals in heat, her voice breaking just as sure as her cunt does. Justice meets every thrust. My cock pounds deep. My hands reach out, squeezing her big breasts.
“Right there, Brody, right there.”
I pump hard and fast, feeling my body lose control as her fingernails dig into my shoulder. A growl swells from my chest. I shout, exploding into Justice. I never want this moment to end, so I keep going as long as possible, feeling her clench around me.
* * *
Much later in the night, the flat of Justice’s palm sweeps in languid strokes over my abdominals, chest, and back down again. The lass is half asleep, and there ain’t nowhere I’d rather be than here. Her beautiful voice chimes out.
“Brody, I see myself so beautifully through your eyes.”
Voice gruff, I mutter, “I see myself fecking ye again tonight. If ye stay up.”
Her shaded eyes open a couple of notches, and she swats at my chest. “Hey!”
“Ye love hitting me.”
“I do.” Justice’s face is hidden in the crook of my shoulder. “I’m the one left hurt, though.”
“Och, ye get hurt hitting on me, aye?” I bind her wrists, lift her palms to my mouth for a kiss. “Lass, ye have turned a bawbag—”
“A nasty bawbag—”
“Aye, a nasty arsebawbag, into a goofy, nugget.”
“Long as nobody else knows, I’m good.” She reaches down to touch her mouth against mine.
“Nae sweet kisses, Justice. Kiss me like this.” I loop my hands around the back of her neck, bringing her down for a brilliant taste of her mouth.
“I need you to stay like this,” she says, squeezing her thighs around my waist. “When I’m around, be this man, Brody.”
The side of my mouth tips. “I can do that.”
“When I’m away, and you’re dealing with clan business, you can be the Broody Brody that I was officially introduced to. Not the nasty one—”
“I’m nae longer a nasty bawbag, remember?”
“Yup. You’re a goofy, nuggety . . . nump . . .”
“It means fool.”
“Which one nugget or numpt—”
“Both. For some laddies, ye pick whichever one ye feel like using. For particularly foolish fools, like me, best to combine them.”
Justice laughs softly.