Page 47 of Dirty Justice


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He pushed her further by cupping her pussy. Heat met his fingers, and he beat down a growl of need.

This wasn’t about him. He only wanted to give her release.

Applying pressure with the heel of his hand, he watched her face ripple with pleasure.

Slowly, he moved down the bed, stripping the sheet back as he went. When he hooked his thumbs in her waistband and tugged the cloth, she lifted her hips enough for him to pull her pants down, along with her panties.

Neither spoke as he cast her a purposeful look before he spread her legs and dipped his tongue to her pussy.

Another moan broke from her throat, and she twisted her fingers in his hair.

Fuck, she tasted like heaven. His cock was pure steel riding along his fly at the sweet, musky flavor of her. He’d dreamed of this so many times, he’d never get enough.

Twisting his tongue around and around her hard nubbin, he closed his eyes and drank in the moment. Committing snapshots to memory had become such a part of his life over the past three years. Problem was, his brain didn’t only freeze the good moments. The bad ones were what kept him awake at night.

He licked down her seam, parting her wet folds with the tip of his tongue. Gently, he strummed the pad of his thumb over her clit. She let out a coo that turned to a cry when he speared his tongue into her tight heat.

Passion swept him up, and he gave her all he had, pouring himself into pleasing her. His love for her went beyond heaven and earth, and he was damn well going to show her just how deep the connection between them ran.

Juices flooded his tongue. He rumbled and licked up her seam again. Capturing her clit under his mouth, he sucked lightly until she rolled her hips. He pinned them in his grip and held her while he slowly, thoroughly ate her pussy with gentle flicks and soft swirls.

Her moans increased. Her pussy squeezed on his tongue, so he fucked her with it faster and faster while flicking her clit with his thumb.

Her orgasm hit like a slow wave. Her inner walls constricted, driving him crazy. He wanted to move faster, plunge his fingers deep and then his cock, to pound and pound until they were both screaming their release.

Forcing himself to slow, he coaxed her orgasm on and on. Finally, she gave a final shudder and all the tension left her.

Apollo looked up at her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed. A damp sheen of sweat glimmered on her throat. She didn’t move as he shimmied down the bed until he stood at the bottom.

With quiet steps, he walked out of her room and drew the door shut until only a crack remained.

He turned for the bathroom, his stiff cock making it difficult to get there fast enough. When he closed the door, he leaned against it, breathing hard. His cock battered his fly, begging for him to wrap his fist around it and stroke it to a spurting end.

But he only squeezed the length through his jeans and started counting to distract himself.

He could finish himself off, but he didn’t want that. Not at all.

Until he slipped inside Indika, he would abstain.

He dropped his head against the door. It might be his hardest battle yet.

* * * * *

Indika never meant to fall asleep after AJ’s very…generous…act. Making her relax enough to get the rest she needed inthat way? It blew her mind.

He’d always been giving in bed. Attentive in ways most men would never think of, let alone go through with. But not AJ. He made her come and then got up and left.

Waking with the memories still fresh in her mind and finding her bare legs tangled in the sheet confirmed it hadn’t been a dream.

So where was he?

She strained to hear his rock music or the TV but all was silent.

Then she caught the soft click of the front door.

Wait—did he leave?

She sat up in the awkward maneuver she’d grown used to in the week since her attack. Then as quickly as her body would move, she located her clothes and dressed.

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