27.🍸 French 75 2.0

**KEKE**

For a man who is serious most of the time, he sure can make me hotter than a sidewalk in the middle of summer.
And I love that about him.
“Are you ready for the pleasure I’m going to give you, Keke?”
A moan escapes me as his finger slides to my right nipple, circling the tip.
I arch into him and throw my head back, pressing my breast into his hand.
It’s long past midnight and I’m no Cinderella.
I’m a wicked, wanton woman, and to hell with second guessing. I’m going to get mine...for however long we last.
He lowers his head for a kiss, moving me backward until we tumble on the bed, Justice on top, his heavy weight pressing me deep into the mattress.
We continue to kiss, breaking off to divest pieces of my clothing in between. I hide the scar on my hip with my discarded shirt. I don’t want Justice turned off before we get started. Other lovers had stopped what they were doing when I showed them my wound.
With Justice, I don’t want any hesitation.
From him or from me.
He stops kissing me to stand and take off his polo. Naked, I move further back on the bed so I can watch him remove it, button by button. He shrugs it off with a wicked smile, revealing a well-hidden secret.
Justice has tattoos on his hot-as-sin body.
Since I’ve never seen him in a shirt without long sleeves, his ink comes as a surprise.
A very welcome one.
There are three on his left arm—a lion with three cubs beneath it makes up two and a sun and moon combined makes up the other. Of the two on his right arm, one is a date and what looks to be a dagger with a ribbon wrapped around it saying something in Latin. It moves when his arm flexes like some flesh covered 3-D painting.
Holy cornflakes, that is hot.
I’m too late to see much of the one on his chest as he folds his arms across it, bulging out his biceps in what is most definitively another super sexy move.
“It’s a good thing you had those tats covered,” I growl. “Had I known about them, I would’ve ripped your shirt off, just to get a peek.”
Chuckling, he moves, pinning me to the bed with his weight.
The action does sweet things to my throbbing clit. I buck against his strong muscular thighs, my need growing at the promise in his eyes.
“Tattoos later,” he says with a caveman grunt. “Fucking now.”
Damn, I love his control.
And he keeps it by immediately sliding down my body, scattering toe curling kisses to each breast and to my stomach. He ends up with his knees on the floor and his tawny head positioned between my thighs. My calves tremble against the side of the bed when his thick fingers spread my lips. Flames of anticipation lick my body like a cast-iron skillet on a gas stove. I hold my breath in expectation.
Then…nothing happens.
He just sits there, staring at me for so long, I squirm with worry.
I’m shaved. Freshly washed.
Is there a problem?
I don’t have time to ask.
Without removing his gaze from my pussy, Justice says in a low, guttural voice, “Let me enjoy the sight a moment longer, Keke. I want to remember everything about the first time I taste you.”
I bite my lip and clench the bedding in my hand, twisting.
Never have I heard anything so wild...so erotic.
His words alone make my core pulse.
When Justice gets his fill, he lowers his mouth and...
Liiiiiiiiicks.
The sensation is so powerful; I nearly crush his head between my thighs.
His tongue, how it flexes against my clit, is the stuff my daydreams are made of.
Moan after moan pours from my mouth. I reach down to run my hands through the silky strands of his hair before gripping so hard his scalp probably talks.
Justice doesn’t stop. He keeps going—working me. Driving me into outer space. My breathing comes in gasps and hitches. My heart pounds in my ears. I see stars, moons, and galaxies...until BANG!
“Justice!” I scream, thrusting my hips into his tongue, trying to hold on to a come so explosive, I don’t think the throbbing will ever end.
I’m still pulsing when he strips off his tanks and pushes inside me. Still dazed and coming off my high, I didn’t register the size of his package.
But I feel him between my thighs.
Large and in charge.
His cock is so big the appendage needs its own zip code.
“Just the tip,” he says roughly, pushing in further. Stretching me wider than his fingers had done. “I’ll put on a condom in a minute. I have to feel you, Keke. I need it so damn bad.”
In this day and age, I know better than to trust a line like that, but in throes of the most anticipated and what I can already tell will be the most bestest sex of my life, I’m not about to question anything.
A whisper of a memory trails upward from the back of my mind. Justice had said he was clean the night Jenna came into the bar. Well… something to that effect.
Besides, I want it just like he’s giving it.
Raw.
Skin on skin.
Nothing between us except the arousal we create.
And, I’m not worried about getting pregnant.
The miscarriage took care of that.