Page 98 of Judas (The Lito Duet #2)

I tenderly drag my shirt off, eager to feel her against me, then work on her pants.

She pushes at my shoulder and I roll over onto my back when we change positions.

She takes over, pulling off my boots then toeing off hers.

My pants are next, her skilled fingers snagging the button and popping it free from the eyelet.

The zipper that was digging into my cock on the way from the car?

Now lowered. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of both remaining layers and drags them off.

Cock springing up in anticipation. Reaching for myself, the harlot swats at me, knocking my hand away. Earning herself a growl.

“Don’t touch that, it’s mine.” She warns, working on ridding herself of her own pants. No joke, I like this side of her. Her bossy and domineering mentality always puts me in a mood, one where I completely destroy her. Today isn’t going to be any different, just need to be mindful of my injuries.

“Yes ma’am.” I retort, incapable of containing my smirk.

Especially when she wiggles her jeans down past the hips that have rounded in our separation.

Part of her I can’t stop noticing, yearning to grab ahold of and impale her on me.

Grind against her curves, feel her weight against me, and pull the neediest moans from her when I unravel her. Fuckkkkkk. I love this woman.

When she’s finally bare, I pat my chest, giving her the throne she deserves.

The confused look on her face almost makes me laugh but I hold my hand out to her instead, not wanting her to doubt herself.

Thankfully she takes it, putting her right foot on the bed and hoisting herself up while holding onto my hand.

Leading her where I want her, her feet are next to my ribs when I slide my other hand up her bare leg.

“Keel.”

“W… what?”

“I didn’t stutter. Kneel Nadia.”

Clinging to my hand, she hesitantly lowers until her knees are on both sides of my head.

I shift my arms out from under her ankles and grab hold of her hips, keeping her in place, the globes of her ass pressing against my upper chest as I dip and slide my tongue through her slit.

Her taste explodes across my tastebuds, yanking a groan from me.

Doing it again, I meet the slick fluid of her arousal and circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Tightening my grip, I drag her forward and push my face between her labia.

Lips finding her throbbing clit and sucking it into my mouth.

Teeth grazing over the sensitive tip, right where it drives her wild.

Her legs squeeze on both sides of my head, her own tilting back when a moan slips from her partially open mouth.

Continuing my assault, I watch her. Seeing the expanse of her frame above me, her tits rise and fall from how she’s trying to catch the breath I won’t let her find.

The longer I go, the wetter she gets. Until she’s coating my entire muzzle and shaking above me—just how I like her.

Reading her like the morning news, I guide her off of me. She drops down to the bed. Dark hair fanning around her in an ominous halo—my demon.

“On your side, baby.” I ordered, pointing for her to face away from me.

She complies in her state of desire, always makes me hard as fuck when she slips into this near-submissive state.

I don’t need her to kneel for me in that way, it’s beautiful don’t get me wrong, it’s just not my thing.

She’s mine and there’s no damn label to explain it other than that.

As Nadia stills, I look over the curves of her body. Starting at her shoulders, sliding down her spine, then to the flare of her hips after I make it past her waist. I’m one fortunate son of a bitch.

Maneuvering behind her, I take the knee on top and lift it—opening her for me.

Doesn’t take too much for me to line up with her sweet cunt and slide into her.

Her walls grip me instantly. Makes me want to throw my head back in ecstasy, from how she squeezes my cock when I haven’t done a fucking thing except fill her.

“K… Kace,” Nadia moans and that’s all it takes for my resolve to snap and I start driving into her. Drastically trying to get the urgent need to rail her out of my goddamn system before either one of us comes. I don’t want to stop; don’t want to lose the feeling of her around me so damn soon.

With her neck and shoulder already resting in front of my mouth, I lean in and pepper kisses up and down.

Finding a spot which causes her to tighten around me—always so fucking responsive.

Capitalizing on it, my teeth scrape over her skin then I clamp down until she rocks back into me and my own pace slows.

That’s better. We’re not doing this shit frantically tonight. No, I’m going to enjoy every second of wrecking her.

Resting her leg back down, my hand finds its way around to the front of her. Skimming over the lowest part of her stomach then dips further where my middle finger slides between her lips and over her pulsating morsel.

“Oh… oh God.” She squirms and whimpers. Reminding me of the first time she ever said that.

Leaning in close to her ear, I drop the tone of my voice a bit and speak.

“God still isn’t here, baby. He never was. All you have is me.”

She keens with every slow stroke I make.

The slide of my cock gliding over her g-spot then so deep into her that when I push my hips firmly against her ass and grind, the tip of me rubs her cervix.

Not too hard, but just enough to add to the pressure that continues to build.

Making her quake, writhe, and whine like the good girl she is for me.

Feeling her starting to flutter, my finger picks up speed even if my hips don’t.

“Come for me, Nadia. Milk all of the cum out of the cock you own.”

“S.. shit! Kace!”

“You got my name right, good girl. Come, Nadia.” I demand just as I draw my hips back and slam into her. Hurtling her over the edge and ripping a scream from her lush lips.

We both lay in silence, trying to come down from the highs we’re floating in—something I’ve not truly experienced before meeting her.

She’s nestled up against my chest, motionless as not to aggravate my pissed off ribs, my arm draped over her to keep her close.

While I was out on the supply run, the other day, I picked up something that everyone else may see as odd—hell, she will too.

But, it stuck out. The thought of it has been burning a hole through me since I tossed it into the nightstand on my side of the bed.

It’s all I can think about at this very moment. Other than her naked body pressed so intimately to mine.

Withholding my groan, I untangle from her.

She doesn’t say anything, only grabs a pillow to replace me with.

Her arms curl around the plush item, the side of her face pressing into it even as her silver eyes follow my every move.

Scooting to the edge of the bed, my feet hit the floor gently as I lean over to the night stand and slide the drawer open.

What I need is sitting right there, glaring at me in its crimson color.

Pulling it out, I peel the paper wrapper off of it then throw the trash to the side.

The blankets and sheets shift when she starts to move—nosy thing.

Focused on what I’m doing, I unravel a bit of the string and I’m about done when she sits behind me, both of her legs on either side of my hips.

Arms wrapping easily around my sides, delicate and mindful.

The warmth of her bare tits press against my chilled back in the way she holds me.

“What do you have there?”

“String.”

She’s quiet for a moment then speaks up again.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What for?”

Never pegged her for a woman who liked over the top and grandiose displays of affection. So, when I saw this at the store, I knew that it would be just enough for her. Small in its appearance and show, enormous in its meaning.

“What do you know about the red string theory?”

“Mmm, not much. Something about connecting two people despite space and time. Why?”

“Not too far off. It’s more about destiny.

It’s said that there’s an invisible red string that connects people who belong together.

It doesn't matter the time, place, or the circumstances, they will always be connected. The string will never break but it may stretch and sometimes knot, but never sever.”

“Kinda pretty, if you think about it. Explains the color.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. When I saw it, I knew I had to bring it back to you.”

Reaching for her left hand, I gently begin to tie a small piece of it around her pinky finger. Winding it around a couple times first, then finishing it off with a small bow. It’s a stark contrast to the tone of her skin, almost giving her a slight bit of color.

“You’re my fate, Nadia.” I say, throwing the rest of it to the side, then I bring her hand up to my mouth to kiss that little bow.

“You think so?”

“Nope. I know so.”

“How’s that?”

“Because my heart calls to yours. It has been since the day I first saw you. New, wet behind the ears. Only needing to establish yourself as someone who wouldn’t be fucked with. I could see the way you held a little bit of fear in your eyes but when you looked at me…”

“When I looked at you?”

She prompts, and I don’t know how the hell to say it without the knot in my throat tightening anymore than it already has.

“… I saw a girl who found her home.”