Her head falls back in a laugh. “You made me say aye earlier. I can’t say feck?”
“Wit sort of bampot do ya take me for? I’ll not let my woman cuss at me.”
“So, I must be good, innocent.” Justice tries to close her legs. I clutch her thighs and lift her hips, staying her attempt at a retreat.
“Just yer mouth. The rest of ye will be bad for me.”
“Then that means,” she says between nips of my mouth, “the days of me giving you head are over?”
“Nae.” I take her hand, placing it over my hard-on between us. “This is good. Don’t give me that, Justice. This is the sort of dick lasses like ye pray for.” I move her hand up and down. The head is suctioned into her. “Big, yeah? Meant to be worshiped, aye! So be a good lass and praise me.”
She tries again to wrestle her way off, but I’ll not have it.
I inch into her wetness as she hisses softly. “Pussy as miraculous as yer mouth, lass.”
“It hurts, Brody.” She moans. “You fuck hard.”
Because I’m reminding ya this ain’t love. “How do ye want it?”
Her eyes fasten to mine. “Slow, Brody.”
I press my knees into the bed, shifting a few inches in and out of her sopping pussy. “Like this, lass.”
Justice’s lips part, and she pants. “It hurts so good, though. Yesss.”
“Och, ye don’t want me to feck this pussy? Tear it down.”
“Oh, yesss, no, yess, I . . .” She gasps.
Affliction pervades her dark pretty eyes. In a trance, I can’t increase my pace. My hungry dick keeps tasting her pussy, feasting languid and deliberate.
When I look deep in her eyes, I’m afflicted too.
“Feck,” I grunt. Her fault. She did this.
I continue at an unhurried pace. I fondle her soft breasts. Justice’s head falls back. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, tongue flicking and circling my target.
Justice groans. Her hand threads into my hair, holding me against her chocolate nips. With a nibble, I move my way down between her legs. I can’t do this fecking torture thing—make love to her. Later, she’ll think I betrayed her if I do.
I breathe in the fragrance of her pussy.
“I can worship ye, aye?” I ask, trailing a finger along the sweet, wet spot at the crease of her inner thigh. The juices drip out of her.
“Yes, pleaseeee,” Justice begs.
My tongue follows the same trail as my finger, stopping right before her heated mound.
Long as we’re not making love, I can tease her. “Och, but I’m not a good lad. Can I do good things with my mouth?”
“Yes,” she pants, coaxing me toward her pussy. “Very good, good things, Brody.”
“Then ye can do bad with that mouth of yers too.” I move away.
Sucking in air, she sits up. “I will kill—”
“Don’t finish, or ye will regret it.”
“I will! Please!”
I clasp the back of her neck. “That’s all ye have are those words.”
Justice’s face clouds in confusion. She’ll never understand how that mouth haunted me when we first crossed paths. My index finger draws in the air, and the brightest smile flashes onto her face.
“Sixty-fecking-nine, Justice.” Aye, this is a good compromise until I can get my heart to stop malfunctioning.
We’re in position with me lying on my back and my head on the pillow. Justice’s arse in my face, wet pussy descending onto my mouth. Justice leans forward. Her warm wet mouth envelopes my raging boner. Eyes closed, I feel a tingling in the base of my baws. This is why I live to fight another day. This.
We’re back in the safe zone.