“Now, undress, lass.”
She looks vulnerable.
“Do it.”
With a slight tremble of her fingers, Justice unwraps herself.
My breath catches at the sight of her. “That’s right. Ye are my gift, Justice. All mine.”
She glances at me again, head tilted.
“Almost perfect. Ya know what will make ye perfect?” I growl. “Obey me.”
The cloud of uncertainty fades from her face while she continues to peel out of the corset. Justice drops the black bodice on the ground. Her hands move behind her to unhook her bra. I groan from the depth of my stomach as that falls away, and her two braids fall across her mocha nipples.
With my quest to get her naked fulfilled, I set eyes on that juicy pussy I’d tasted earlier. There’s a soft dust of curls between her legs, neatly trimmed but full. Good, I don’t appreciate a shaved pussy. Grown women have hair for a reason, and I’ll sweep my fingers through Justice’s pussy hair. I’d brushed her silky pubic hair aside earlier while stuffing her slit with my tongue, but this? The sight of her has my chest swelling with pride.
I could bury my face in her breasts right now, dive into her cunt, but I clench my fists, controlling myself. She taught me this—to have patience. I’m drinking in the flair of her hips, the roundness to her waist. Tonight, I’ll worship and feast on all the extra curves of her body.
The urge to taste her again overwhelms me. “Ya want my mouth on yer pussy? Because I gotta fecking taste ya again.”
She nods.
I step to her. “Justice, we agreed that I’ll be needing ya to talk tonight. Ye’re so good with that mouth, aye?”
She gulps hard and murmurs. “Eat me out, Brody.”
“That’s a start.” My fingers push the silky dark brown curls out of the way of her clit. She begins to shake. My thumb loops around her wee pearl. I plant my other hand at her lower back, steadying her wavering body. My chest crushes against hers. “I’ll be needing more from ye tonight, though.”
“Okay.” She pants, setting her sturdy thighs wider. “Can you get undressed too, please?”
“Of course, I can do anything, lass.” I remove my blazer, undo the top button of my linen shirt, and stop there.
“Brody.”
“Nae, ye talk more than that, lass.” I round on her, my eyes dropping to the shape of her arse. “Ya had so much emotion reciting poetry the other night. Should I threaten ye?”
Her breath comes in tiny pants. “I can’t think with you—with you around me. Shit.”
“I know.” I fall to my knees, pressing my mouth against the little dimples in her arse, and work my way up her spine. I relish the feeling of my lips against her sugary brown skin.
I battle the desire to pick Justice up and throw her on the bed, to invade every inch of her body with my own. But I’m a big lad, and my stomach ain’t hardly satiated. This all-consuming appetite I have for her, it’s maddening. My hand wraps around her, reaching for her clit.
“Brody,” Justice gasps, dropping her hands onto the bed. My fingers revere her button while my nose nudges her arse, and my tongue seeks out her wet slit. The musky scent of her grows stronger, and she arches, giving more of herself to me.
Challenge complete. Almost.