Page 42 of Judge's Justice

One second I'm climbing, pleasure building, and the next I'm falling. Rolling my eyes back, trembling, writhing against him, completely losing control of my own body. Every nerve ending lights up at once. My core clenches around him so hard he groans, his rhythm stuttering.

"Fuck, Nora… I'm close—"

"Don't stop," I gasp. "Please don't stop. Keep fucking me until you can't anymore. Please—"

"I won't." His voice is fierce. Final. "I won't stop. Not now. Not ever."

Three more thrusts and he's gone. Spilling inside me with a groan that sounds like it's ripped from his soul. I feel it. Hot spurts of cum coating my inner walls, so much of it that it leaks out around his cock, dripping down between us.

But he doesn't stop.

Even as he's coming, even as his cock throbs inside me, he keeps thrusting. Keeps fucking me through his orgasm and into the aftershocks of mine. The wet sounds are obscene, filthy, and I've never heard anything more perfect.

"Warren," I whisper. "Oh God, Warren—"

He captures my mouth with his. The kiss is messy, desperate, all tongue, teeth and gasping breaths. His cock is still pulsing inside me, still leaking, and I can feel everything. The warmth. The fullness. The absolute rightness of this moment.

When he finally stills, when the last aftershock fades, we're both breathing hard. Sweating. Trembling.

Warren's forehead rests against mine. "I need to put you down. My shoulder—"

"Of course. I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize." He walks us back to the couch, lowering us both down. I'm still in his lap, his cock still inside me, and neither of us moves to change that. "That was incredible!"

"Yeah," I whisper. "It was."

We sit there in silence. His good arm around me. My head on his shoulder. His cock softening inside me, our combined release slowly leaking out.

I should feel embarrassed. Should feel ashamed for being so bold, so desperate…

But I feel happy. Safe. Wanted.

"Your ex was an idiot," Warren says suddenly.

I lift my head to look at him. "What?"

"Your ex. The one who hurt you. Who made you feel like you weren't enough." His hand comes up to cup my face, thumb brushing over my cheekbone. "He was an idiot. Because you're everything. You know that, right?"

"He cheated on me," I whisper. "That's why I left. I came home early one day and found him in bed with his best friend. The one he told me not to worry about for two years."

Warren's entire body goes rigid. "Nora—"

"I trusted him. I chose to trust him even when my gut was screaming at me that something was wrong. And I was right to be worried, but I ignored it because I wanted to believe him." Tears burn behind my eyes. "So, I'm going to have a very hard time trusting again. Even though… Even though I want to trustyou. God, Warren, I want to trust you so badly it hurts. But I don't know if I can. Not completely. Not yet."

Warren's silent for a long moment. His hand stays on my face, thumb stroking my cheekbone, and I can't read his expression.

Then he speaks.

"I'm not perfect either."

I blink. "What?"

"You think you're the only one bringing baggage into this?" His voice is rough. "Nora, I've hurt people. Killed people. I have PTSD nightmares that wake me up swinging. Some nights I can't sleep at all because the second I close my eyes, I'm back overseas watching civilians die. Good men die. People I couldn't save no matter how hard I tried."

I wait for him to continue.

"I'm forty-three years old and I've never had a serious relationship because I didn't think I was capable of it. Didn't think I deserved it." He pauses. "And now here you are, and you’re a beautiful, brave woman with a daughter I'm already half in love with, and I'm fucking terrified I'm going to screw this up. That my nightmares are going to scare you away. That you're going to realize I'm too damaged, too broken, too much."