Chapter 12 Justice
JUSTICE
Song: Earned It by The Weeknd
The girl next door
Hope’s mouth wrapped around my cock, and it was as if time had stopped. The only thing that mattered was the feel of her warm, wet lips engulfing me.
Her tongue danced and flicked, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins. I clutched her hair as she eagerly bobbed her head, her eyes locked onto mine, questioning and unsure.
I groaned, brushing hair away from her face. “You’re such a good girl, Hope. That’s it, baby, you work my cock. You like how it feels down your throat, don’t you?”
Her confidence grew as I praised her, becoming bolder as she learned the feel of me. She dragged her tongue over my length, playing with my crown before sliding my dick between her gorgeous lips.
Back and forth, she teased and taunted, advanced and retreated, and I allowed her free rein to explore.
This would be the first of many experiences, and I delighted in her erotically sensual curiosity.
Hope’s fingers teased my balls, gently squeezing and pulling as she slowly started to take me deeper in her mouth.
“Slow,” I grunted, desperately fighting for fucking control. “And not too far, baby. Not tonight.”
She made a sound of denial but allowed me to control how she took me.
I wanted this to be good for her—no. I needed this to be good for her.
One of her fingers dipped to brush across my taint and I arched my back, lost in the sensation.
She whimpered around my cock, her eager mouth enthusiastically sucking at me as her hands and tongue moved in tandem, seemingly desperate to bring me to the edge of my control.
I fought against the pull, determined to hold out—to delay my satisfaction for just one more breath, one more beat, one more moment of this perfection.
Hope tipped her head back, her gaze meeting mine under the silver of the moon. That’s all it took, I was lost.
I felt my release building; the need to come down her throat nearly overpowered me. Instead, I drew back, hauling her up and spreading her across the mattress until I could cover her with my body.
My hands found the juncture of her thighs and spread her, carrying me down to lick her soaking cunt.
She gasped and arched her back as my tongue found her clit, exploring every inch. I teased her with firm strokes, then plunged deep, only to pull away and repeat the motion. She moaned and reached down to grip my head, urging me on.
Her wetness coated my chin as I continued to pleasure her, desperate to bring her to another climax before I found my own release.
I changed my angle, shifting until she began to writhe beneath me, bucking as she ripped at my hair. I could feel her muscles clenching with each thrust of my tongue, building her closer and closer.
I slid a finger inside her, curling until I found the exact spot I knew would send her over. Her hips moved in a frenzy, her cries turning to a scream as she arched, coming over my hand in a wet, sexy mess.
I rose up, sliding my cock into her clenching pussy, causing us both to hiss with pleasure.
Cursing and praising in equal measure, I worked her, slowly losing grip on my own control.
“Please,” she gasped, her nails raking across my back. “Justice, I—”
She came, her body shuddering and clenching as my willpower broke.
I lost all reason, giving over to the primal need to mark her, to breed her, to fuck her with everything I had in order to ensure she needed no man but me.
My cock slid through her silky depths and within a heartbeat I came, fucking her through both our climaxes.
We collapsed on the mattress, a sweaty, gasping mess of limbs.
I rolled until she was in my arms. I couldn’t stop touching her.
The girl next door. Who would have thought?
Slowly we came back to ourselves, our breathing slowing, our blood cooling.
She snuggled into me, her gentle sigh brushing my chest.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Perfect.” Hope tilted her head back to look up at me. “I should go though. It’s getting late.”
“Fuck that.” I rolled until she was under me and I could peg her down. Nuzzling her collarbone, I pressed tiny kisses up her neck until I could catch her earlobe with my teeth. I nipped gently, then sucked the sting away.
“Stay,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. “Stay with me.”
She sighed again. “I shouldn’t.”
“But you should.”
“Mm.” She sounded noncommittal.
I pulled back, searching her face for a clue as to how she felt. “Was that too much? We don’t have to do it like that. We can try other things.”
“No. That’s not—” She huffed out a laugh. “I just feel awkward.”
“Awkward?” I frowned. “About what?”
I could feel the heat radiating from the blush on her skin.
“I tend to look like a mess in the morning.”
I relaxed, a tension I couldn’t quite identify leaving my body at her admission.
“You could wake up looking like a sheepdog who lost a war with a pair of scissors for all I care.” I stroked a hand over her cheek. “The important thing is being here with you.”
She bit her lip. “Justice, there’s something I need to tell you.”
I shook my head, dipping to kiss the worry from her lips. “Tomorrow,” I murmured against her mouth. “Tonight is for us.”
With only a little coaxing, my girl gave in.
The moon sat low on the horizon when I finally tucked her sleeping body against me.
Staring up at the night sky, I waited for the familiar gnawing in the pit of my belly to awaken. But as the clouds slowly moved across the sky, and Hope snored gently beside me, the feeling that had plagued me since I’d returned home never came.
Huffing out a laugh, I pulled her closer and dropped a kiss to her head.
“Not again,” she murmured. “Tired.”
Chuckling, I closed my eyes knowing I had found a little slice of peace.