Page 97 of Sterling Fight

Couple goals. Kiss Judd every day.

When Judd pulls back, his eyes are heated. His gaze roams down my chin to my chest. I eventually showered yesterday and changed into my own pajamas which include a silky set with a thin-strapped tank top and shorts.

Judd runs a fingertip along my collarbone. “There’s room for addendums to the day, of course.” His voice lowers, turning husky and deep. “I only want to please you, Genie.”

I hum. “I can think of several ways that can be done.”

“Let’s start the day with breakfast.”

Assuming he means food, I deflate a little bit while definitely hungry for something healthy. Until I’m hoisted off the stool and into Judd’s arms, forcing me to wrap around him like a vine up a pole. I squeal as he takes a giant step over the back of his couch, while still holding onto me, and then we lower to the soft leather.

Judd shifts until he’s on top of me and his weight blankets me as he kisses me senseless. Moving down to my neck and over to my shoulder, his large hand covers my breasts over the silky material of my tank. He plucks at one pebbled nipple while tugging down the other side of my tank top to suck at my breast.

I arch my back, sighing at the rush of excitement his tongue causes while swirling around the peaked nub and flirting with me.

“I thought we were having breakfast,” I tease as Judd shoves my tank top up and lowers his head for my belly, sucking lazily at my skin.

“I am having breakfast.” His fingers curl into the waistband of my pajama shorts and with a swift tug, he has them down to my knees.

“Firefly,” he groans, instantly noting I am not wearing underwear.

With the pajama bottoms at my knees, I bend my legs, forcing the material to my ankles, and Judd lowers down my body. He lifts one leg and hitches my ankle against the back of the couch. My other leg is gently forced to the opposite side. I’m spread wide and Judd drinks me in with his eyes before he swipes over me with a thick lap.

“I’ll never have my fill of you.”

I feel the same way, and I gasp in response as he dives in. Teasing me with his tongue. Flicking me with his fingers. Quickly, I’m dripping, certain to be making a mess on the leather.

“We’re going to stain your couch,” I warn.

“You’ve already made your mark. On me.”

I exhale at his honesty, but I’m quickly distracted as Judd returns to his mission.

In no time, my hips are thrusting upward, and my head is tipping back. I clutch the edge of the couch cushions and let out an appreciative moan as I shatter against Judd’s mouth.

May fifteenth is starting out as a very good day.

Judd startles me when he hops up to his knees and hastily works at shoving down his shorts and boxer briefs. Before me, his dick is thick, long and proudly on display with an angry vein and seeping tip.

This is it. We’re going to start the day with him finally entering me, filling me whole, making us one.

Judd falls forward, catching himself with one hand beside my hip while the other fists his length. He tugs several times before dipping his lower half closer to mine.

“I want you to hold still, Genie.”

I nod as I chew my lip, wondering what he intends to do to me.

“I’m still not going to enter you.” His voice strains as he watches himself come closer to my center. “But I want to be close to you. Want to feel your wetness on me. I want you to soak my dick again.”

Sweet succulents. For half a second, I don’t know how he means that to happen other than climbing up my body for my mouth. But then, he lowers even more, lining up his thickness to press against my slick skin. Judd moves back and forth, dragging his heavy cock against sensitive folds and knocking at my tender nub like he did on my birthday, and my eyes roll back.

I move instinctively and Judd halts. His head lifts and his eyes catch on mine. I want him to enter me so badly I could cry.

“Not yet, baby. But soon. Let me have this today.”

I chew my lip again and nod, letting him lead as he moves against me. The weight of his cock. The firmness of it. The tease each time he rubs against that trigger point.

“Judd,” I whimper, feeling the build inside me again.