Page 65 of Judas (The Lito Duet #2)

“Hungry, Nadia?” I ask when she reaches behind the dark green cotton of my boxer briefs and withdraws my hard, vein-lined cock.

Nadia wraps me up in a heavy though controlled stroke, manipulating the velvet-soft skin with an expert caress.

Reverently, I pin her hair out of her face and hold the thick locks at the back of her cranium in a makeshift ponytail.

Color me amused when the fiend blocks me out and hones in on the way she’s gliding her hand effortlessly over the smooth skin of my dick.

Focused on me, the tip leaking pre-cum, anticipating being buried in her smart fucking mouth or in her hot cunt.

I want to believe she’s remembering the few times we were together and lets herself think about the future.

Like I have for years, abstaining from any sort of contact.

Saving the next explosive orgasm for her greedy body.

Staying away from her, honoring her boundaries since we found her nearly dead, has been difficult to say the least. Never want her to feel unsafe or uncomfortable with me, but listen…

I can’t stop how my body reacts to her in my vicinity.

Still, I waited patiently for her to come to me.

I may have had to take charge for us to get this far tonight, but you won’t catch me complaining.

If she wants to wait, then we will wait.

Expectantly, I anticipate her answer. Whatever it ends up being, I will respect it, but she WILL answer me before anything else happens.

“Yes,” she whispers and my body responds on its own. Hips pushing forward, prompting her to do what I know she’s so good at doing.

A memory assaults me the second her eyes meet mine and she drags the flat of her tongue up the underside of my dick.

All the way to my flared tip then swirls her slick muscle along the oversensitive skin.

In my flashback I’m in my cell, her arms spread out to the side and restrained.

Tears dripping over her cheeks, some landing on the front of her guard uniform.

Time was of the essence then, never wanting her to get caught being with me. Fearing for her livelihood and freedom.

My, how times have changed.

“Unclean whore,” Lucien grinds out, trying to look in every other direction except the one where he will see his sister taking me into her mouth.

Must feel like a slow-motion train wreck taking place in front of him.

It’s disastrous, sends his blood pressure spiking, fear searing through him, but by God he wants to look.

Nadia greedily takes me to the back of her throat, like I knew she would, which was the sole reason I was finger fucking that hot as hell mouth of hers.

To get her reflexes ready for something with a bit more girth to raid her throat.

She doesn’t do half-ass when it comes to much of anything.

Not sex, not oral, nothing—giving her all in every situation.

Which reminds me; that ass of hers is going to stretch around me before everything is all said and done.

Lucien wants to say she’s unclean, then I will make her the dirtiest harlot he has ever had the displeasure of knowing.

Hardening more in her mouth, I coerce her all the way down until her nose is squished against my pelvis, and let a moan of my own slip free. Trapping her there, she keeps my dick warm while I address Lucien. Trying to work through the sensations of her flexing throat without losing my damn mind.

“Feels so damn good defiling your sister. Letting her suck on my cock while you watch me drip down her throat. What does the Bible say about this, Lucien? Something along the lines of ‘it is better to cast your seed in the belly of a whore than spill it on the ground’?”

Lucien bristles at that, which only makes me keep going.

“Belly, womb, her ass. My seed is going everywhere. I’m going to pump her full of it until it’s oozing out of each of her holes, all to spite you. How does that make you feel? Murderous?”

Shoving Nadia away, she coughs for a breath, finally sucking one in. Pulling her to her feet, I slap her hands out of the way when she tries to push at me.

A little mock fight? Oh baby, I’ll play.

I snag the waistband of her pants, some jegging-type bullshit that hugs her curves, and yank them down her legs as she wobbles. Grabbing her now bare hips, I turn her around and push her back down onto Lucien’s lap—sitting her there.

He struggles against his restraints and turns his head, like he’s repulsed by the naked half of her.

Directing her back further, she’s propped up against his chest and right arm, ass balanced on his left thigh.

She’s a quick learner, I give her that—her beautiful orbs focused on me and nothing else.

Thankful she’s shoeless, I remove the lame excuse for pants off the rest of the way.

Flinging the garment over my shoulder, I look at her sprawled across his lap.

I know she said she didn’t want to share, and I agreed, but seeing her this way is driving me feral.

Fisting Lucien’s lengthy hair, I jerk him back where he can watch what I’m going to do to her.

The fingers Nadia sucked on earlier brush through her slick cunt, putting a bit of pressure on her hood, drawing small and tight circles.

She moans at that, hips wiggling for more.

Giving my good girl what she wants, I push them into her, hooking them upward into the sweet spot behind her clit.

Stroking it firmly as she keens, hips that have spread slightly start thrusting selfishly up to my hand.

Forcing Lucien to observe, I pull my fingers from Nadia and smear them across Lucien’s irritating face. Snail trailing her arousal along his mouth and nose. Fucker thinks she belongs to him, then he should at least know what she tastes and smells like.

“Our father… who art…” he begins.

“Aht aht, don’t start that shit. You’ll make my dick soft. Her sweet cunt—don’t you think she’s sweet— is well overdue for being filled with my cum. Isn’t that right, babygirl?”

Lucien’s face is red, ears even more so, which doesn’t stop me from dropping down to one knee and leaning forward so I may drag my tongue through her slit.

“You watching, Lucien? See how I devour what’s mine?”

The guy is shaking. I can feel the intensity of his vibrating ricocheting through Nadia.

Exactly what I want—Lucien unhinged, savage, and utterly powerless.

The same way he made her and Sadie feel when he was leading them to their graves.

Psychological torment is my new favorite way to tyrannize someone.

Releasing my grip on his hair, I grab the rear of her thighs and push them to her chest—opening her up for me even more so.

I can’t help but center my focus at where she’s visibly throbbing.

You know when you bite into something super sweet, or so damn good, that it sends one of those uncomfortable shocks through your teeth and jaw?

That’s exactly what happens when her taste blends with the profuse saliva pooling in my mouth.

Having access to her this way is going to make me one insatiable fucker.

Without abandon, I angle down and swirl my tongue around her clit.

Giving it a few quick flicks before I draw the swollen, throbbing, morsel into my mouth.

Despite my hands holding her legs back, she still grinds against me, making me double down.

Nibbling, sucking, pulling at her clit as her body begs shamelessly for me.

Being the nice guy that I am, I allow her a moment to work through the powerful sensations.

Whether that be her frame grinding, shaking, writhing, or simply moaning—whatever she needs.

At first, this show was more for my satisfaction.

Reiterating the point to Lucien that Nadia is mine and will never belong to him.

Now, however, it’s for both her and I. Lucien will recognize what she is to me one way or another.

The fact that I had to physically dominate the both of them is irrelevant—I get to feel her again.

No one understands how profound that is to me.

To what limits I went, and the ones I broke, to be here with her.

I chose her life over mine, didn’t believe I’d live to see her again, yet here we are.

I’m buried between her thighs, feasting on her slick pussy and fighting with every ounce of my being to not lose sight of annihilating Lucien.

Right when I’ve had enough of Nadia squirming around, I rear back and spit on her pulsing cunt.

Watching as it slides over her blood engorged flesh till it dips closer to her entrance.

Amusement hits me—her pussy is so damn ravenous it desperately milks though nothing is filling her. That will be fixed soon, be patient.

My saliva continues downward, running through her arousal, gliding over the patch of skin between her pussy to her back hole. Releasing a knee, two of my fingers catch the fluid before it drips too far. Probing gently, I slide a single digit into her and feel her clamp down around it.

“Easy, Nadia. I’m not going to hurt you.

” I’m speaking in the most reassuring tone possible.

Feeling her grip my single finger has me wanting to shove another inside of her and make her cry.

I’m typically a mouth man, since I don’t have to be as easy with my partner.

Nothing quite like filling a throat until the neck swells and you hold their life in your hands.

This woman though? I’m bound and determined to possess every fucking inch of her including this ass.

I won’t be nearly as rabid as I am fucking her other two holes, but there will come a time when she will be so damn full of me she won’t be able to think.