Justified

Author: P Hana

Page 9

   

“Yes,” she cries as I begin to fuck her fast with my fingers.

I can feel her pussy getting tighter and hotter, and I know she is going to come, but I need her taste. I walk her backwards to the bed, making sure to keep my grip around her waist, my fingers never losing their rhythm. Once I have her to the bed, I gently lean her back onto the mattress, covering her body with mine.

I lift my head and look down at her as her eyes open and she looks up at me. There is so much hunger, so much desire in her eyes that I lower my mouth over hers just so I can break eye contact. I know what I want to do right now, but I force myself to take control of the urge to be deep inside her. Once I get my fill of her mouth, I gently move down her neck, using my free hand to lift my shirt she’s wearing and expose her breasts.

The cool air hits her nipples, causing them to tighten even more. The fingers I’m using to stroke inside her lift up, causing her back to arch off the bed, raising her breasts closer to my mouth. I blow a warm puff of air over her nipple before laving it with my tongue and blowing another breath across it. Then I pull it deep into my mouth.

Her whimper and her nails digging into my hair egg me on. Once I have given both breasts the same treatment, I kiss down her stomach, licking around her belly button before lowering myself and lifting one of her legs up and over my shoulder, spreading her out in front of me. I sit back, watching my fingers enter her in smooth strokes, then start fucking her harder with them before lowering my face to lick right up her center. I pull her sweet, pure taste into my mouth and circle her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and flicking it.

The heel of her foot digs into my shoulder, her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and her screams fill the room right before her body goes completely limp and silence fills the air. After I feel her body fully relax and know that her orgasm has passed, I slowly pull my fingers out then place them into my mouth, savoring her taste as I kiss my way back up her body. Once I reach her face, I kiss her once, seeing that her eyes are closed. They slowly flutter open, and a small smile forms on her mouth.

“Sleep, Angel,” I tell her as I fix her shirt and adjust her in the bed.

I cover her up before pulling off my own shirt while heading to the bathroom, where I’m extra careful about removing my pants. I’m still so hard that it’s almost painful. I make quick work in the shower and dry off hastily. I don’t even bother with clothes before crawling into bed with Chloe and pulling her against my chest. Then I fall asleep.

*

“I should go to work,” Chloe says.

I lift my head from the papers I’ve been going over for a case so I can glare at her. She has been repeating the same thing for the last three days. I do not know how many times I need to tell her that it’s not happening before she’ll get it. Hell, she will be lucky to go back to work at all.

“We’ve spoken about this.”

“You’ve spoken about this.” She rolls her eyes before standing from the table and heading for the kitchen. “I need to work. I need to make money so I can pay my bills,” she says, and anger instantly ignites in my stomach.

“I have plenty of money.”

“I know, but that’s your money.”

“I will take care of you.”

“Nolan, I love you, but I was never looking for a sugar daddy,” she cries, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Chloe, watch it,” I snarl. “You’re really testing my patience,” I say, tossing the papers in my hands down onto the table before standing from the chair, hearing it hit the wall behind me.

“Nolan.” She swallows.

“I’m the one who got a phone call from halfway across the world telling me the woman I love had been drugged. I’m the one that happened to, so you do not get to make this seem like I’m trying to keep you here for my own satisfaction. I’m keeping you here because it’s safe,” I rumble, leaning my head back in frustration.

She has become more and more defiant, and the way I would normally get her to submit cannot occur at this time—not until I know she is completely okay.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. My head lowers and our eyes meet. “I just need to get out of the house. I mean, you didn’t even tell me you were moving me in with you. Yesterday, all my stuff just showed up here.”

Okay, so I may have gone a little bit overboard, but given the circumstances, I was tired of waiting, and now, I fully believe that the only place she is safe is with me. So that is where she will be from now on. And no, I do not want to be her sugar daddy, but the job has to go. If I need to travel for business, she is going to come with me. I will no longer be able to leave her while I’m out of town.

“I need to know you’re safe.”

“Before meeting you, nothing like this has ever happened to me,” she whispers as her head lowers and her hands wring together.

Her words feel like a steel pipe going right through my gut. I hate the idea of being the one who has caused her to be harmed. I’ve only ever wanted to take care of her.

“Come here, Beautiful,” I sigh while opening my arms, and she walks to me, shoving her face into my chest as her arms wrap around me tightly. “I should have spoken to you about moving your stuff in, but I knew you would try to tell me, again, that it’s too soon. I removed the choice from your hands and did what needed to be done.”

Her head tilts back, and I gather some of her hair at the back of her head into my hand, making a fist. I then lower my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue between her lips, calling hers to come out and play. When she moans and her body rises higher, I pull away, placing one more gentle kiss on her lips before pulling her head back into my chest.

“What would you like to do today?” I ask after a moment of standing in silence.

Her head tilts back again and her face lights up. “I’ve never been to the Museum of Natural History.”

Internally, I groan, knowing that the place is likely overrun with children right now. But if my angel wants to go to the museum, then I suppose that is what we’re going to do.

“All right. Go get ready while I finish up some work. We’ll leave in an hour.”

“Really?” She smiles bigger, and my mouth lowers again, kissing that one off her lips.

“Really,” I reply against her mouth before pulling away and turning her towards the stairs, where I watch until she disappears out of sight.

“There are a lot of kids here,” Chloe says as we make our way through the dinosaur exhibits.

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