Seconds later, I found my ass in the air and the pillow that’d once been underneath my head now underneath my ass.
I stared at the dark ceiling in surprise.
“You know,” I replied teasingly. “You could’ve asked for the pillow.”
He chuckled darkly. “Sorry.”
Then I forgot what we were talking about because his cockhead was pressing against my entrance.
Everything froze.
My breathing. My body. Hell, even my heart.
Then he started to push inside, and everything started back up again—double time.
“You’re not going to fit,” I found myself saying.
Hell.
“I’m going to fit,” he promised. “And I’m not that big. You’re just small.”
“Lies,” I told him. “I’m normal-sized. You’re just industrial-sized.”
He snorted and said, sounding strained, “Stay still so I don’t go too fast. Your squirming is making my control slip.”
I squirmed again, unable to help myself.
The man was just perfect.
And having him inside of me—even the little bit he was allowing—felt like heaven.
I’d never had sex that felt like this before, and I was finding that maybe sex wasn’t so bad after all. I mean, the two times that I’d managed to find a man that I liked well enough to do it with, after months of hyping myself up, had been subpar. I just hadn’t seen what all the fuss was about.
I got more out of my vibrator than I did out of men.
Until Justice.
Justice was showing me, really quick, just how incredible it could be.
“Your head is in the clouds.” He stopped his forward movement completely.
“I’m thinking about how much better you feel than my vibrator,” I told him honestly. “I wasn’t sure that was possible seeing as my vibrator vibrates and all.”
His hands that were on my hips squeezed.
“You use your vibrator a lot?” he asked.
I wiggled my hips in hopes that he would continue pushing forward, but he did the opposite.
He retreated, all the way until he was once again kissing the entrance with his cock head.
I groaned.
“Justice,” I breathed. “Why?”
He chuckled as he started to forge back inside, not stopping until this time he filled me almost halfway before once again pulling all the way out.
He repeated this process over and over again until finally I was so full of him, I was almost crying.
Not painful tears, though. Excited, oh my god this feels like heaven, tears.
I swallowed hard when he finally came to a rest fully inside of me.
His cock was twitching, and I halfway wondered if he was trying not to come.
Because on my end, all it would take was him moving in and out of me a few times, and I knew without a doubt that I’d be screeching.
I reached for his abandoned pillow, bringing it close.
“What are you doing?” he rasped, sounding strained.
“I’m preparing for when you start moving and I come,” I told him. “I’m going to scream into this pillow so I don’t wake the entire house up.”
He growled and pulled back, slamming back inside.
And that was literally all it took.
One second, I was normal Royal, and the next I was a completely changed Royal. One that knew the magic of Justice Rector’s magnificent, life-changing penis.
I covered my face with a pillow and screamed, my body arching up to such an extreme that I no longer felt the pillow underneath my ass.
He held onto my hips, not slowing his thrusting through my orgasm.
And thank God for small favors, because he knew exactly what he was doing with that penis of his.
It was highly likely that I was being too loud, but my body was totally disconnected from my brain. It was doing things that I never would’ve allowed under normal circumstances.
But, as my body started to come down from what he’d just done to it, I realized that where Justice was concerned, I’d likely never be normal again. At least when he was inside of me.
When I finally recovered enough to realize that his thrusts had turned slow and even, less pounding and frantic, I realized that he too had come.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “What the hell was that?”
I wish I had light.
I wanted to see his face.
And, as if the gods were on my side for once, both of our phone screens lit up at almost the same time. My phone from where I’d placed it upon arriving in the room directly next to his.
I blinked in surprise at the look of utter possession on his face.
“That,” he growled, his eyes skimming down my body. “That was something that we’ll be repeating once I catch my breath.”
He was breathing kind of hard.
Then again, so was I.
I grinned wickedly at him when he finally came to a lazy stop inside of me, pressing once more so deeply inside of me that I nearly came off the bed.
It didn’t matter that I’d just come.
I was still so sensitive that I could go for orgasm number two any second.
Something in which he realized in the next second.
Which caused his cock to jerk.
I licked my lips. “We’re going to make a mess of your bed if you don’t let me up.”
He looked down at the pillow underneath me.
“I don’t use this pillow,” he teased. “That’s okay.”
I shook my head frantically.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not allowing your mother to clean up our mess,” I told him bluntly. “I want her to like me.”
He snorted and gathered me up into his arms.
Then I was moving.
I gasped as he guided me up away from the bed, all such a sheer show of strength that my breath hitched.
“If you want me to not drop you right here and do you again, I’d suggest not clenching onto my dick like you just did, please,” he growled.
My lips twitched as I wound my arms around his neck.
Our phones started buzzing like crazy, causing both of us to freeze. I saw the screens light up earlier, but I thought we had caused the screen to light to in our earlier exuberance.
He turned and backtracked back to the bedside table where his phone was, then took the phone off the charger and brought it up to his face. All the while keeping the other hand locked securely around my ass.
“What’s it say?” I asked, looking at the bed where my phone had been haphazardly discarded the moment I’d come into his room.
“We’re under a tornado warning for the next hour,” he read, then tossed the phone aside.
Neither of us really reacted to it.
Growing up in the south as we had—or I was assuming he had since I hadn’t gotten that in-depth with his background—we weren’t normal people where tornado warnings occurred.
We got so many of them at certain times of the year that they were literally just par for the course at this point.
I used ‘it is what it is’ quite a bit when I was talking to my friends who came from up north and settled down in Texas not too long ago.
“Shower?” I asked.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that you couldn’t take showers in the rain because of the lightning that could travel through the pipes?” he teased as he walked straight into the bathroom then turned on the shower.
I felt my belly dip at his words.
“My mother died when I was very young,” I said. “But, even then, I doubt she would’ve said that. Did I ever tell you why I was named Royal?”
He frowned. “No.”
He sounded pissed, too.
As if my words had upset him.
He pulled out of me then and set me down in the shower, following behind me just as fast and closing the glass door b
ehind him.
I tilted my head back so the water could saturate my hair, then opened my eyes and looked at him.
“I’d royally fucked up her life,” I said. “She and my father weren’t married, and, from what Marta told me, she wasn’t happy about having to marry him when she found out that she was pregnant. They decided on Royal. Or so my father told Marta. Because I’d royally changed their entire lives just by being conceived. And that was a royal pain in their ass.”
He growled, and I saw his face turn to stone.
“Your parents sound like a bunch of assholes,” he growled.
I nodded.
“I think that’s why I’m reluctant to use my trust fund, too,” I admitted. “I mean, that’s money from my mother’s death. But, also, would she have even wanted me to have it? I think it was a stipulation in her will, that the money travel down to the female members of the family.”
He looked at the ceiling, then drew in a deep breath.
“I want to go to battle for you, Royal,” he said suddenly. “I want to fight these invisible ghosts. Honestly, it pisses me off that you’re this great person, and they didn’t see it when you were a child and your father still doesn’t see it now.”
I smiled at him sadly, then reached up and tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear.
“I’m used to it,” I told him bluntly.
“But here’s the thing,” he said, placing his fists on either side of my head on the shower wall. “You shouldn’t have to be used to it. Parents are supposed to love and cherish their kids. Like mine. Would you ever think that a harsh word was said to me or my sister? Because there wasn’t. The worst I got was from my dad one time when I was being a complete dumbass. He told me I was acting like a fucktard.”
I burst out laughing, unable to help myself.
“I can see your father saying that,” I said softly, smoothing my hand down his chest. “What were you doing to get that?”
He allowed the change of topic, but I could tell by the look on his face it was far from over.
“I was fooling around with my friends, drinking and driving around on a couple of backroads,” he said. “We thought we were king of the world when in reality, we were being dumbasses.” He shook his head as if the memory physically pained him. “One of my friends ran off the road and hit a tree. The tree fell on top of his car and missed crushing him by only a few inches.”
I winced.
“Yeah,” he agreed, looking at my face with a grimace. “We were dumb, but not dumb enough to report the accident until the next morning when we were all sober as judges. Luckily we had time to clean the cars up of our booze, too. But my dad was no dummy. He knew exactly what had happened and called me on my lie after it was all said and done.”
“What did he do?” I wondered, smoothing my hands down his chest.
He leaned backward and reached for the bar of soap that was on top of the shower rail.
Handing it to me, I got to work cleaning his body, though I suspected that wasn’t what he’d been expecting.
I grinned at his look of humor.
“He grounded me for the next six weeks.” He sighed. “I turned eighteen and then went to a recruiting station and enlisted in the military the next day.”
“Oh, boy.” I smiled. “Was he proud of you or pissed?”
“Both, I guess,” he answered, stopping my hand before I could reach any lower on his belly. “My turn for now.”
He caught the bar of soap into his hands and turned me around so that I was facing away from him.
Then he repositioned the showerhead when it ended up spraying me straight in the face.
“Sorry,” he chuckled.
I spat water out of my mouth and tossed him a faux glare over my shoulder.
“Sure you are,” I teased. “I’ll bet you’ve been wanting to do that for forever.”
He winked and started to wash my body with the soap, being extra thorough on my breasts.
When he got to my lower body, he put the soap back onto the railing and rinsed his hands clean.
I watched his hand once again trail down the length of my belly, heading south to my lower region.
“Ummm,” I said. “That’s definitely dirty.”
My teasing comment was met with a bite on the cord of my neck.
I gasped and shifted slightly, feeling him hard against my back.
His hands separated, one coming up to cup my breast, and the other one spearing through the curls at the apex of my thighs.
I bit my lip as a moan escaped my lips again, this time due to the dual sensations he was invoking in me.
One set of fingers rolled my nipples, while the other delved between the lips of my sex.
“God,” I said as his fingers skimmed deliciously over my clit.
He swirled his fingers around in the wetness we’d created between my legs, growling low in his throat right next to my ear.
“I love feeling this,” he said, slipping two fingers inside of me.
And, even though I’d been stretched by his cock not too long ago, his two fingers still felt exceptionally tight inside of me.
“Put your leg up on the ledge right there,” he growled, jerking his head in the direction he wanted me to go.
I picked my left leg up and propped it up onto the side of the tub, gasping lightly when he sank even deeper inside of me.
Then he pinched my nipple, reminding me that I was putty in his hands.
My body clenched down onto his fingers, and I heard another growl leave his throat.
I loved the growling.
It was seriously doing things for me.
“You like that?” he asked, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back inside.
“Yes,” I answered. “I do.”
There was no denying the way he made me feel.
Thunder boomed outside, and I jumped in surprise.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “That was loud.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Gonna have to be quiet. My parents are going to be awake.”
I licked my lips and turned my head, looking up at him.
“I’m not sure that I can do that,” I admitted honestly.
He pulled his fingers free of me and I whimpered.
“Turn around,” he said, giving my breast one more squeeze before dropping his other hand.
I did, facing forward.
The movement caught his cock and drug it deliciously against my lower abdomen.
I looked down and got my first good look at the magnificent appendage.
“Jesus,” I hissed.
He didn’t give me time to contemplate how the thing fit inside of me, because between one breath and the next, I was plastered against the very cold tile wall with his hands underneath my ass. Seconds after that, he was pinning me there with his upper body as he took hold of his cock with his free hand.
Moments after that, he was lining his cock up at my entrance and forging inside.
This time, it was a whole lot easier of a glide.
Between my added wetness from his ministrations from moments before and his earlier release inside of me, I was very slick, and very welcoming.
Something in which he noticed as he sank inside.
His hands clenched my ass, digging in so deep and hard that I’d likely have some finger imprints when we were done.
The added roughness of his hold made things inside of me tingle.
That, or maybe I was experiencing the beginning of another orgasm.
I really wasn’t sure what to expect.
The few times that I’d had sex, orgasms had never happened. At least not with penetration alone.
It was a surreal feeling, him fucking me and me actually responding.
If there was one thing that Justice knew well, it was how to work his cock inside of me.
“You’re not paying attention,” he murmured, his mouth coming to my throat and
dragging along the sensitive cords of my neck.
“I’m trying to decide if it’s okay to come again,” I admitted. “Then my mind got to thinking that it was a miracle that I could come from penetration. All the other times…”
His mouth covered my own, halting the vomit of words that threatened to come out of my mouth.
I lifted my hands to either side of his neck and started to buck my hips in time with his slow thrusts.
At first, it was just a slow, easy ride.
But eventually I had to break our kisses due to the roughness that had started to overtake us.
“Oh, God,” I breathed.
The feeling of him so deep inside of me was unreal.
Everything—the feel of his skin rubbing against mine, his hands still clenching and unclenching on my ass, hell, even the way his beard felt rasping against my throat and his choppy breathing right beside my ear—all of it heightened me to the point of no return.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
It was at this point that I knew he could feel the rippling of my vagina. The way that it announced my impending orgasm.
“Now, please,” I begged.
I knew what I was begging for, and so, apparently, did Justice.
He ramped up his thrusts.
My back dug into the now-warm tile wall, and my skin rubbing along the tile was making a weird screeching sound each time he thrust.
There was a constant, low keening sound that was leaving my mouth as well.
It was at this point that I realized there was no being quiet when it came to Justice Rector.
I didn’t think it could be done.
“I can’t be quiet,” I breathed in between low moans. “Fuuuuuck.”
That’s when I exploded.
Lights burst behind my closed eyelids. My body bowed. Justice cursed.
And the wail that left my lips, luckily, was drowned out by a burst of thunder so loud that it shook the entire house.
The lights blinked off in the next second, because when I opened my eyes, unable to keep them closed due to the intensity that I was feeling, it was to utter darkness.
The darkness didn’t stop Justice’s thrusts.
Nor did it stop him from hoisting me up one final time and bringing me down so hard and fast that it sparked off tiny little bursts of pleasure even after my orgasm had subsided.
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