She opens to me, taking my tongue in her mouth while my cock is in her pussy.

I shift my grip again, the fingers of one hand weaving into her hair, adjusting her hips with the other so I can get deeper inside her. She arches her back, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she sucks on my tongue and comes so hard her throbbing walls milk me, and I almost don’t pull out in time.

Because fuck. It’s so fucking hard.

I want to come inside her so fucking bad that it takes all I have to finally pull out of her wet heat and trap my throbbing cock between us at the very last moment and come all over her.

8

Mercedes

My experience may be pretty limited, but somehow, I don’t believe the fire I have with Judge is something everyone has when it comes to sexual tension. When we come together, it’s like fireworks. He lights the fuse, and I explode. But much like I suspected, just as soon as he’s finished, he turns it off like a switch. His face returns to a neutral expression, and he dismisses me by telling me to go to bed.

I hate that about him. Even worse, I hate that I can’t read him. There’s no way for me to tell if he’s dismissing me because he got what he wanted or he’s trying to protect himself from feeling anything. I want to believe that might be the case, but I also don’t want to be a fool.

My bed feels emptier without him, and I’m not surprised when he doesn’t join me. I don’t expect to see him in the morning either, as it’s typical for him to run off and put distance between us. So when he comes into my room with a scowl on his face, I arch an eyebrow at him in question.

“Can I help you?”

Irritation flickers across his features, and if I didn’t know any better, it looks like I’m giving him a headache without even trying. That’s about the time I notice he doesn’t look rested at all. In fact, he looks fucking exhausted.

“Did you even sleep?” I ask.

Before he can answer the question, Lois and Miriam appear behind him and then shuffle into my room with boxes in hand.

“What’s going on?” Dread trickles down my spine as they disappear into my closet.

“You’re moving into my room,” Judge grunts in answer.

“What?”

He doesn’t look at all happy about this development, and it makes no sense.

“It’s temporary,” he assures me, but even he doesn’t look convinced of that.

“I don’t understand.” My eyes move over his face. “Has something happened?”

He sighs and then checks his watch. “Get dressed. I’m taking you out for the day.”