Page 104 of Judas (The Lito Duet #2)

“I love you.” Zero second guessing myself, I love this man.

Matias was right, this was what I have waited so long to say. Telling people that I loved Kace wasn’t enough, he needed to hear it from me and I feel whole being able to tell him to his stupefied face.

“Seventeen, almost eighteen years, two near-death experiences, murdered for you, almost lost you, almost lost Sadie, and now… now you tell me you love me?”

“Mmm, I think you’ve earned it, inmate.”

Kace surges down, hands grabbing me under the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up.

Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist, arms over his shoulders as if I’m afraid he’s going to drop me.

His eagerness makes me giggle, makes me feel younger, and like no time has passed.

Like we haven’t hurt in the ways we may not ever heal from.

Our hearts and minds are clouded by rose colored glasses, lost in the oxytocin and consumed by desire.

Sounds of his naked padding feet add a levity to my snickering. Pure happiness radiating from the both of us—finally.

Slipping into our room, he kicks the door closed and drops me haphazardly onto the bed where I bounce. He wastes no time grabbing my ankles to lay my legs down flat then crawls over me and casts the most delectable shadow over my body. Hands finding their way back into my mane once more.

Peering down at me, my legs framing his hips, pined to both sides with the softer flesh of my thigh cradling him perfectly.

It looks like he is trying so hard to read between the lines of what I admitted.

Trepidation evident in his gaze, probably waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It’s not going to, not anymore. I’m here until the very end, no matter who goes first, I will love him endlessly.

“I ought to ruin you for that, Snitch.”

“Go for it, I haven’t been ruined yet.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“Maybe, what are you going to do about it?”

Releasing my hair, he then grabs my hips and tosses me over onto my belly.

Right hand raining several swats down on my barely covered ass.

Making sure he gets a few on the outer sides of my thighs too.

All of which make me squirm and yelp out in discomfort.

Doesn’t hurt, not really, does make me wet though.

I’m still a bit intimidated with him behind me like this.

As long as he lets me turn just enough to see him, I will be okay.

Huffing and crawling away, he fists the back of my shorts and yanks me to him. Forcing the inseam between my labia for a taunting bit of pressure and roughness.

“Kace!”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. My name on your lips like the good whore you are for me.”

Son of a bitch.

Fisting my hair with his opposite hand, he turns my head enough where he’s in my peripherals before letting me go.

Fingers slide between my thighs, hook into the gusset of my shorts and pull the fabric to the side.

One blunt digit probes between my lips, running up and down maddeningly.

When the rough finger pad grazes the most sensitive part of my clit, I groan and he repeats the movement.

“Love how wet your cunt gets, Snitch. Begging to be stuffed full of cock—you’ll have to wait though.”

“W… what?” The tone of my voice is already starting to become raspy and needy. It’s so easy for him to turn me into this version of myself. Won’t lie, I like it. Taking whatever he decides I need. Keeping the both of us fulfilled or punishing me—either way.

“Need you nice and relaxed for what I have planned. Let’s get you to come for me. You have five minutes starting now.”

“K… Kace, I can’t come on a… oh fuck.” Moaning out the last syllable.

“You can, and you will. If you don’t, then I guess I can restrain you to the bench in the shower and blast this pretty pussy with the shower head.”

His finger quickly strums over my clit. Giving it a brief circle.

“Force you to come over…”

The movement focuses once again on the too delicate end of me.

“And over…”

He leans in then, biting the shell of my ear, grinding his erection into the back of my left thigh.

“And over…”

Pushing two fingers into me, he hooks them forward and rapidly strokes my sweet spot, this time leaning in to press the side of his face to mine. Rough stubble biting into my soft skin.

“Again. Three minutes, baby.”

“I can’t do it, Kace!”

“Yes, the fuck, you can.”

Dragging his fingers out, he returns to my clit.

This time, when he strokes me, his thumb invades, giving me a bit more stimulation.

All I can feel is the weight of his body against me, pinning me into the mattress while he finger fucks me.

Drawing my orgasm out with skilled demands, until I’m throbbing around his thumb, squirming under his weight.

“K… Kace.”

“Go on, come for me. Show me who owns this pussy.”

“Fuuuckkkk,” I breathe out.

Sucking in an ever deeper breath, I hold it.

Legs starting to shake with each strum of his fingers.

A deep toned countdown begins at the side of my neck where he starts to pepper kisses along the sensitized skin.

His tongue darts out to lick the tender flesh from the shoulder until he’s below my ear again.

“Thirty seconds.”

I don’t breathe. Head swimming as he sends me higher and higher. Almost where I need to be. Blood pressure building where my face begins to heat.

“Twenty seconds.”

Fuck fuck fuck.

Unable to stop myself, I let out a quick half-breath and suck in another. Needing control. Something Kace observes, I’m guessing, from how he grips my hair harder and doesn’t stop the rhythm he’s established.

“Ten…”

Stroke

“Nine…”

Stroke

“Eight…”

Stroke

“Fuck! Kace, it’s right there!” I squeeze out, refusing to breathe.

“I know, give it to me. Now!”

Releasing me with a slight shove, Kace leans back on his knees. Looking down at where his fingers were pleasuring me to my wits end. Only to go a step further when he shoves three of them into my soaked cunt and finishes bringing me to the loudest desperate scream I’ve ever given him.

“Damnnn, baby. That’s what I’m talking about. Pussy’s milking my fingers like that’s all you have to give. Greedy as hell.”

I can’t focus on what he’s saying. He keeps moving inside of me and rubbing. Wrenching out every shiver and shake. All of which I’m now forcing myself to breathe through. More like gasping.

“Such a good girl, Nadia. Do you want more?”

Yes… yes the fuck I do.

Mustering a nod, I push up from the bed and he stops me with a weighted hand between my shoulders.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“L… lay d.. down. Want to ride you.”

Fucker falls down next to me right as I’m lifting up—no hesitation.

Tossing a leg over him, I lean down and brush my tongue over his left nipple.

Giving it a little nibble that makes him grumble.

He always feels so good against my tongue, his taste makes one of those violent jolts shoot through my teeth and my jaw.

Letting me know that even my nerves love him—even if he grates them sometimes.

Traveling down his body, I slide my hands and fingers over the contours of his chest and abdomen, his skin prickling with goosebumps the further I trail.

My lips ghost through the very-very sparse bit of hair that leads from his belly button behind his joggers.

It tickles but what gives me the most joy is the noise he makes when I bite on the dips and edges of his Adonis belt that’s framed by his waistband.

“Fucking hell, Snitch.”

Flicking my eyes up, I see him looking down at me. Hands flexing in the air beside his torso itching to grab hold of me.

“What, you can play with me, but I can’t play with you?”

“Absolutely not.” Kace chokes out. “Get that cunt on my dick if you’re going to ride. Lose the shirt too, I want to see those tits bounce.”

“So crude.”

I bit him again.

“Snitchhhh.”

His head falls back to the bed, cock twitching under the tent he pitched while fingering me.

I smirk seeing the effect I have on him.

I always wondered if I could have the same sort of power over his body as he does mine.

From what I can see, that is entirely possible and I’m going to capitalize on it.

Later though, my man has needs and so do I.

Moving off of him, taking his sweats with me, I leave him bare as the day he was born.

Dragging his shirt off my body, flinging it to the side, finally sliding my shorts off with a kick.

Asshole has his hand wrapped around himself, stroking from root to tip while watching me.

Eyes focused on every inch of my body. My nipples are hardening from how hungry he looks.

Thankful for the scars my old piercings left behind because they’re permanently firm to a degree.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“Not so bad yourself,” I tease. Watching how he pleasures himself, noting it for later. There’s always something to learn with him.

“Going to keep gawking at me, or let me feel you?”

“Want to show you something I watched on TV one night at Bluitt.”

“Oh? The guards forget to turn the channel before the porn came on?”

“No.”

“Then what is it, baby?”

“This.” Lifting my elbow, I take a flying leap of faith. “JOHN CENA!!!”

“Goddamnit!” Kace yells, catching me before anything gets hurt and bursts out laughing. “You fucking brat.”

Giggling, I wiggle against him and go back to what I had originally planned.

Straddling his hips I waste no more time sinking onto his cock—forcing a moan out of him.

Both of his hands slap down on my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there with a hard grip.

Any harder and he’s going to leave bruises.

I’ve turned into a delicate apple over the years.

“Shit. I’ll never tire of the way you squeeze around me.”