Once the room temperature flowed over me, I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself, just staring at her exposed body, naked and lush on my bed. Ready and prone to accept me and my every whim. She fluttered her eyelashes and lowered her eyes to my cock.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Watch me, Devon. I’m going to claim you. Then I’ll own you.” It turned me on knowing her wide eyes had witnessed my raging lust for her. “You want it all, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Her eyes widened, sparkling with intrigue and confusion, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure under the strength of her emotion.
“Yes. I do want it all. I do.”
“I could touch every crevice inside you right now. No matter how deep.” I moved a step closer. “And it still wouldn’t be enough. It’ll never be enough.” I gave my cock one more stroke before letting the hard, thick, and long shaft loose from the pleasurable grip of my own hand.
Devon grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back down toward her. The iron grip of her hands dug into the hot flesh of my arms. The vehemence of her passion turned me on so damn much. God, I’d never wanted another woman like this. To possess her. To mark her. And I’d be bare. No condoms between us. Nothing. Nothing would ever get between us, and she’d damn well know it. My dick strained even harder.
I wanted her screaming my name as I filled her with my huge cock.
“I want to go further, baby. I want to be so deep we become one. And I’m not wearing anything. I don’t care if you get pregnant. You’re mine. Your pussy’s mine. Your children will be mine.”
“Don’t stop. I don’t care. Besides, I’m on the pill to regulate my periods. The chances of getting pregnant are slim to none.” Somehow that news pissed me off instead of freeing me. I imagined shooting my semen so deep inside her body that she couldn’t help but get pregnant with our baby. Then she’d be mine forever.
“You’re so gorgeous, Devon. All of you belongs to me.” Raw, animal instinct overcame me, along with the need to tell her exactly what I already knew. I placed my fingers on her lips. “These full lips are mine.” I went lower and pinched her breasts. “These erect and aching nipples are mine.” I kept my focus on her eyes, and I slid my palm down her belly, finally touching her between her legs. “This pretty pussy is mine.”
She arched her back, seeking my erection.
“I need all of you.” I’d hit my breaking point. “Devon, baby…” I spit the words out on a strangled groan. “I need to fuck you.”
Chapter 12
Devon
Judge’s weight and heat pressed down into me, all hard muscles and sinew. And friction. Everywhere I was soft, he was brimming with texture. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had touched himself. He was huge, bigger than I even knew existed. I’d never seen anything like it. Not that I’d seen a lot of male organs outside of some random Internet searches to assuage my teenage curiosity. But I’d never stayed long to inspect them, always clicking off and clearing the browsing history immediately. I could almost imagine the tragic look on my mother’s face if she’d looked over my shoulder to see bad porn.
Judge towered above me with his six foot height; his defined muscles spoke of his commitment to running. I knew he did at least five miles six days a week. And it showed. A light sprinkling of dark chest hair covered his tan skin. Even in my wildest imaginings, Judge had never looked as good as he did in the flesh.
He looked better than most of the guys in the quad, who had beer guts and about three rounds of the freshman fifteen. Not Judge. Every ounce of his flesh was sculpted and firm. My fingers itched to touch him but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so afraid that I’d do something wrong. Something to turn him off so he’d stop. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight, and when he moved his hand between us, I moaned over the intensity of the pleasure.
When I glanced down, I noticed that a light flush covered my pale skin. The color of desire. My pebbled nipples ached for his fingers again. His mouth. His cock was like a steel rod between us, pressing against my belly. I could feel liquid at the tip spreading across my flesh, marking me.
He pressed his chest to mine, his cock now nestled between my pussy folds. One palm gripped my chin, holding me in place to accept the intensity of his gaze as surely as I’d accept the claiming of my virgin pussy. He dipped his huge dick into the folds and rubbed. I thought I’d die.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He went a little faster, pumping his cock against me and making me utter all these moans and mewls that I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried. But he seemed to like them. “You’re so wet, Devon. It feels so good. I can just about imagine how tight you’ll be.”
“God, please, Judge. Please. I want you inside me.” I’d just been reduced to a pile of quivering, begging lust. All I wanted was to feel every long inch of him stretching me. Owning me so that my final fantasy could come to fruition.
“Are you ready?” he asked on a ragged breath. “It might hurt for a second or two. But that won’t last. I promise.”
“Yes, please.”
He slayed me with a chocolate-brown gaze. “I’ll take care of you, Devon. I’ll be your courage.”
Judge moved his hand between our bodies, took hold of his cock, and placed it at my entrance.
“Yes.”
“Watch me. Don’t you dare close your eyes. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so damn long. I want to see your face when you become mine.”
I didn’t dare disobey him as he rubbed his cock along my cleft, and down, not impaling me like I wanted him to. Taking care of me and going slow like he wanted to. My pussy clenched, grasping for him. “You’re so wet, Devon.”
I felt my slickness slip from my pussy and lower. While he kissed me, I grabbed onto the back of his head, pulling at the strands of his short hair, wanting him closer. I felt like I just couldn’t get close enough.
He stilled above me, his muscles straining under the effort of reining in his impatience and postponing his own pleasure for the sake of mine. God, I loved this man. “There’s no going back from this, Devon. If you want to stop, you need to say so.”
“The thought of stopping makes me want to die.”
I shifted, my lower half lifting up and pressing against his shaft. He groaned but still didn’t move forward. Was he having second thoughts?
“I promise.”
He placed the tip at my entrance again, and in a swift move, buried a few inches into me. I felt the first annoying sensations of the stretch and burn. I stayed perfectly still and allowed my body to adjust. Judge stayed just as still, staring into my eyes.
He thrust his hips forward, pushing another inch into me. Judge groaned and closed his eyes. “You’re so tight. God, Devon. I feel like some high school kid on prom night. All I want to do is pound into you.”
My inner muscles clenched on their own, gripping him and inviting him in deeper.
He gave a strangled moan. “Damn it. You can’t do that or I won’t last.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. I couldn’t mask my reaction to the feeling of fullness and stretch.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t help it.”
He smiled down at me. “I know you couldn’t. It’s just so damn good and it feels… right. I promise it’s just going to keep getting better and better every time.”
So there would be another time? That thought sent my heart soaring. Maybe he wasn’t just blowing smoke up my ass with his sweet declarations of emotion. On the wings of one powerful thrust, he hit a sensitive spot deep inside. I smiled back. He was so deep and I was so full; no part of me remained untouched by Judge Copeland.
“Devon, I want to watch you coming again. Come for me.”
He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth.
“You belong to me. And only me,” he said in a savage tone. And in that moment, I believed him. I believed in fairytales
. And happy endings. The implications could come tomorrow. Along with the shame and guilt. But for now, Judge Copeland belonged to me and I was going to savor every second. He pushed forward again and applied more pressure to my clit until I saw stars float before my eyes. After I hurtled over the edge and floated gently down to earth, he stilled.
“I love you.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Seeing Judge so aroused by me filled my heart in the same way his cock was filling my body. I could feel him come, could feel streams of his seed filling me. I imagined myself huge with his baby. Someday. I’d make it happen. I couldn’t consider anyone else as the father of my children. Never.
After several long moments, he opened his eyes and found me staring at him. He smiled again and brought a finger to my cheek in a featherlight touch.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay. That was wonderful.”
He laid down beside me and tucked me into the safety of his body. “It was, wasn’t it.” A statement not a question. I nestled in, as close to him as I could possibly get as I breathed in his unique scent. A moment of complete perfection. It couldn’t get any better.
Chapter 13
Judge
Two months later
Devon’s face looked so tragic I felt shame and regret rip through my gut. Her hands trembled, and she clutched them together, lacing her fingers. I yearned to reach out and draw her into my warm embrace, tell her everything would be alright. Because it would. I’d make sure of it. I’d never leave the United States without her. That would be like tearing out my heart, stomping on it and allowing myself to bleed out on the cold, hard ground.
I’d accepted a teaching position at Eton. Long before I’d reconnected with Devon, I’d submitted my application. They had a long and arduous selection process requiring multiple interviews. I’d even had to fly over for an in-person meeting once I’d made it through the final round. And I’d had to leave Devon behind because she’d been in the middle of her finals. I’d had my TA to help with any final testing and it was either leave him to assist me or miss out on the greatest opportunity of my life. My dream. The week away from her had been hell. All I could think of was getting home to her, so I could sink inside her warm, tight body. Making love to her had become my church.
I cupped Devon’s face and leaned in to kiss her full lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and I deepened the connection, never wanting to let go but knowing I had to. It also didn’t hurt that since I’d given up my position at Diamond in favor of Eton, our relationship had finally seen the bright light of day. I didn’t give a shit who saw me kiss her. All the little dickheads on this campus could damn well understand Devon belonged to me and they could just go to their dorm and jack off.
“I have something to tell you,” she said after we separated.
“You do? What is it?” She’d been waiting to hear from a number of programs that would allow her to finish her degree in the UK through their study abroad program. I couldn’t believe she’d agreed to come with me. I couldn’t believe her father had let her. The confrontation with John had been ugly and I was still reeling.
“You fucked my only child? My damn innocent and pure daughter? What the fuck is wrong with you? I should have your ass thrown in jail!”
Rage had rolled off his body in waves, permeating every inch of the space between us. In that strained and monumental moment, I’d mourned the loss of my best friend, but I’d also known that Devon meant everything to me.
Everything.
And because of my love for her, I would withstand the storm.
“I love her, John. I tried not to. Believe me. I tried with every fucking fiber of my being. But I can’t stop loving her just like the sun can’t stop shining. And I know you’ll never forgive me, but for her sake, I hope you can come to some kind of peace with how much I fucking love her!”
Then he’d hit me. And I’d just stood there and taken it, ingesting his anger and holding it deep inside because I deserved it. After he’d popped me in the jaw and railed for ten minutes, he’d calmed down, rubbing his bleeding knuckles and pacing the floor of my living room. We’d both cried then. I’d sobbed out my agony because I couldn’t stop loving Devon no matter how hard I tried, and John had sobbed because he thought his best friend in the world had betrayed him.
But once I’d come all the way clean and explained the depth of my love for Devon and he’d seen us together, a tiny bit of his frosty exterior had melted away. John and Rebecca had given their reluctant blessing to both of us but only with the understanding that we wouldn’t make anything official until Devon had graduated college. I was okay with that. It seemed reasonable and a fitting compromise for all involved. Devon was my life, and I wouldn’t want to continue living it if she couldn’t be by my side. As my lover. Then my wife. Then the mother of my children.
My heart throbbed with pride over my incredible woman.
“Are you sure you want to come to London with me?” I had no issues throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman bringing his woman back to his cave. But I wanted her complete devotion and that meant she had to agree to accompany me of her own accord. And she’d never do that until she had something of her own. For herself and not for me.
She held a letter up to my face, but the type was so small I couldn’t make it out.
I’d never experienced this sensation, of knowing that the life you’d always dreamed about could actually become yours. “Well, read it to me. What does it say?”
Her elegant fingers opened the official looking parchment embossed with gold foil and smoothed out the folds. “It says: Congratulations! We’re pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the study abroad program at Guildhall Conservatory. Your full scholarship from Diamond University will transfer to your new admittance.”
I grabbed her around the waist, lifted her a few inches off the ground, and swung her in circle. My heart pounded with my joy and pride. She’d done it. On the wings of her original song, winning the Chancellor Award, she’d been accepted into the most prestigious music program in all of Europe. I couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling. Then again, I guess I could. Everything was coming together so perfectly. As if the Universe had conspired to make everything possible for us to share our love.
“Where will we live?”
I waggled my eyebrows. “I’ve already secured us a cottage. With a garden. A private garden.”
She smiled, that charming smile that brought me to my proverbial knees to worship her. “A proper English garden. I think I like it. Does it have a fireplace?
“It does.” A warm feeling came over me as I pictured us there together. I’d secured the home as soon as I’d received the offer from Eton, staying behind to work with my real estate professional and visit my sister, Lynn. I wanted to live with Devon and I didn’t care what it cost me. I’d lived lean for so many years I had surplus to spend on her and our family of two.
“Wood burning?”
“Yes.”
She did a little twirl all on her own. “I so love a wood burning fireplace. Gas just isn’t the same. I love the smell and the crackle of the wood. Let’s toast marshmallows. And hot dogs, and…”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. “We can roast anything and everything as long as we do it together.”
“As long as we do it together,” she agreed. “And as long as it’s dead.”
I laughed, unable to contain my joy at our perfect life that came with our easy banter. She’d quickly become my friend and my confidante. I felt like I had a shield of titanium protecting me whenever I was with her. Unstoppable. I could do anything and with her love and support, I would.
There was nothing else in the world that mattered more to me than Devon, and I was going to spend the rest of my life showing her how much she mattered. Love didn’t even come close to describing the depth of my feelings.
Chapter 14
Judge
One Year La
ter
I couldn’t keep my eyes off the perfect globes of Devon’s lush ass as she sidled away from me to deadhead her flower beds. Looking at her had become my favorite pastime. I’d take my tea in the morning and look my fill while she worked on her songwriting. Our cottage had a window seat where the natural light created the ideal ambiance for creating. Or so she said. I’d tried writing there once but I preferred our backyard garden and my favorite lounge chair.
She sighed as she snipped but then she bent over and softly caressed the blooms of her favorite rose bush. They had massive thorns as I’d discovered once when I’d stooped to kiss her, lost my balance, and fell forward into the foliage. Devon had tended my wounds by sucking on the tender flesh and kissing it. Of course, her ministrations had turned into a marathon of outdoor lovemaking. Thank the heavens for fences. Although with my lover unable to mask her moans of pleasure, the Smythes probably knew what we were about at all hours of the day and night.
“You look like a cherub in that outfit,” I said, not able to keep from interrupting her at her task. I wanted all of her attention on me. I’d even become jealous of some damn plants. I couldn’t even think about all of the little music nerds at Guildhall who were half in love with her. They could try but they’d never take what’s mine.
She turned and faced me, with that smile that could light up the most oppressive darkness. “Thank you, I think. I’m not sure cherubs have green thumbs, but I’ll take it.” She spun on the heel of her flip flop, scanning the length of my body. I shifted on the thick cushion of the lounge chair, feeling my arousal grow the longer she stared at me. My fingers itched to pull down my zipper and show her.
“I think everyone can have a green thumb,” I countered. “Even them.”
“Hmm,” she said, then went back to snipping. “Have I told you yet today how sexy you are?”
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