Page 11 of Judge’s Obsession

Her hips buck when I nip at her ear and along her neck to her collarbone. Another moan slips free.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Please what, Little Mouse?”

Kaylie’s jaw tightens, and a flush creeps up her neck. Her eyes flash with indignation at my request. Something tells me she isn’t used to asking for what she wants.

“Do you want me to finger you?” I croon, my hand finding the waistband of her jeans. “Do you want me to fill you, tease you, make you come?”

She nods, biting her lower lip.

“Words, Kaylie,” I whisper, toying with the button. “I need your words.”

Her flush intensifies. Then she pleads, “I want you to make me come.”

With a flick, I free the button.

My hand dips into the waistband of her panties, and I find her wet. I groan.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so ready for me.”

Kaylie bucks again, her eyes closed tight.

I thrust a finger inside her pussy, slipping it in and out, teasing her just like I promised. Her whimpers are music to my ears, making me even harder.

The way my cock presses against the zipper of my pants is painful, but in the most delicious way.

I know without a doubt that one day I’m going to make this woman mine in every sense of the word, but right now, this moment is just for her.

“More,” she moans. “I need more.”

“You’ll get it, baby. I promise. I’ll make you feel good.” I curl my fingers, rub her clit with my thumb, and find all the most sensitive areas that are guaranteed to bring her to the brink.

Her body tenses, the flush on her chest darkens, and I slow down.

Her head falls back against the wall with a thud, her need and desire written all over her face. She opens her eyes to scowl at me, and I chuckle, low and dark.

“When I make you come, you’re going to look at me. I want to see it.”

She dips her chin in acknowledgment, and I set to work again. The buildup is faster this time, her breaths coming sharp and quick. She closes her eyes for a moment, and I growl a warning, pleased when she looks at me again.

Her trembling thighs tighten, and we can both sense the oncoming release. A whimper slips free, her lips parting as she chases that sensation that will be enough to make her legs buckle.

I pick up the pace, then press the heel of my palm in just the right place.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

Kaylie cries out, her eyes never leaving mine. She rides out the wave against my hand, and only when her eyes close do I release her. She slumps into my arms. I right her clothing before slipping my arm beneath her legs.

She clings to me as I carry her through the door and across the hallway to another room. One where the windows are inaccessible.

Tank gives me a look, but he knows better than to ask what happened. He watches from the doorway as I deposit Kaylie onto the bed.

I brush her hair from her face, and she gazes up at me, dazed and cautious.

Neither one of us speaks.

Someone clears their throat from the doorway, and I glance up to see Ruin, one brow arched.