Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“You’re pussy feels so fucking good, Baby,” Judge mutters under his breath. “You’re so fucking tight.”
With his grip on my sides, Judge raises me into the air like I don’t weigh anything. Holding me there, he slams his hips upward, pushing every inch he’s got as deep as it can go. Taking a page out of his book, I slot a finger against my clit and start working it the same way he did earlier.
“Are you going to cum for me again, Baby Girl?” His voice is frantic, powerful. “Are you gonna cum on Daddy’s cock?”
The answer was yes before he asked, but the way he spoke, almost like his questions were commands, rushes me toward another orgasm.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m cumming for you,” I squeal.
With this one, I can feel Judge’s grip start slipping on me. He still manages to keep me up, but his entire body is vibrating from how hard his muscles are starting to strain.
“Ah, shit,” he groans, slamming slower, powerful thrusts into me. “I’m going to cum, Carrie. I’m going to fill up your virgin womb.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Moans flutter in between words, as I stare deep into his eyes to see the pleasure washing over his face. “Cum for me. Give it to me. Fill me up,” I beg.
And it doesn’t take long for my pleas to be answered. The first rope of hot sticky liquid splashes against my walls before I finish speaking. An explosion follows, filling me to the brim, while I groan and writhe around on top of him to steal every last drop.
Judge collapses in an instant and I fall on top of him. I can’t help but giggle at the way his body gave out on him, while he puffs and pants. But I use this moment to coil myself around him and latch on tightly in a hug.
“That was amazing,” I whisper against his ink-stained chest.
“That it was,” he says, barely able to get the words out because of how hard he’s panting.
When he finds the strength, Judge wraps his arms around me and gives me another kiss. It carries the same passion as our earlier make-out session, but there’s an equal softness to it that says this is the start of something beautiful.
And I’d be lying if I didn’t agree.
So far, everything with this man has been amazing, and I can’t wait to see what comes next in our journey.
7
JUDGE
I’d have been happy to sleep in, holding Carrie in my arms, but Frasier has a knack for ruining my plans. Not that I was asleep anyway. Early mornings and late nights are part of the norm. I just couldn’t pull myself away from her.
Hard as I tried, I kept sinking deeper into a cuddle. Felt her soft fingers brushing against my skin even while she was far away in dreamland. Couldn’t stop staring at the precious smile that hasn’t left her lips since last night.
If you asked me what I thought about Sugarcreek twenty-four hours ago, I’d have said it’s a dead-end place for dead-end people. A spot for men like me who’ve lived their lives and need a break until the end. All of that changed when she walked through my door. Coming to this little town was the best decision of my life.
And I pray to whatever almighty being rules above that Carrie feels the same way.
“Judge, you up?” Frasier’s voice comes from the door, and his call snaps Carrie from slumber. She jolts forward in a panic, scanning her surroundings until her eyes fall on me. My presence manages to calm her enough to lie back down, panting heavily from fright.
“Give me a second,” I whisper and kiss her against the temple.
I pull on my black boxers and shirt before heading to the door.
Frasier’s outside it with a wicked grin that says he knows exactly what happened here last night. He’s leaning against the wooden barrier meant to keep folks from falling over to the ground floor below, holding a cigarette in one hand and a tray with orange juice in the other.
“Thought you might like some refreshments,” he says.
“Could use it.” I smile, accepting the drink and swallowing the glass down in one big gulp. “How’d it go last night?”
I don’t really care. My priorities were and are elsewhere, and to be honest, they’re far more important. But the old timer wouldn’t be up here this early if something wasn’t weighing on him. Either there was trouble or there’s going to be trouble, and I want to get ahead of it.
“Y’know, when someone says they’re gonna do something for a second.” Frasier drags on his cigarette, offering me the tray to take a glass to Carrie. He turns his head away in some valiant attempt to show me he won’t peek while I do it. “I’d be a fool to think they actually meant a second, right? Maybe ten, twenty minutes, but you’d always think they’d come back.”