28.🔧 Transmission 1.0

**JUSTICE**

Keke is not just something. She is everything.
Sweet. Sensual. Caring.
I have to take her bare... like an itch I need scratched.
I want to feel every inch of her. To pummel inside her walls until I batter them down, leaving her open and vulnerable...
To me. Just me. And only me.
I flex, filling her up even more. When the sensation... the tightness gets too much, I withdraw and wait... until my dick throbs in frustration and every nerve pushes me to move. Then, as slow as I can, I repeat the process.
“Keke... dammit,” I growl, frustrated that I have to keep beating back the need to come. I’m either losing my touch or Keke has unicorn pussy.
She rakes her nails down my back, spurring me on. Making me want to chase the lightning when all I want to do is savor the sensations.
I can’t. It’s too good. She’s too perfect.
With her juicy walls squeezing the life out of me with every stroke, it will be impossible to pull out. I can’t even blame my abstinence. I’ve gone longer without a woman and the first time back in the saddle was nothing compared to this.
Keke’s fucking amazing. I love how she takes me… all of me.
“You were made for me, Keke.” I say, sliding deep inside her. “Just for me. You know that, right?”
She grinds into me, making me groan. “Just for you, Justice. Yeeeessss. Just for you.”
I bend my head to her ear, my cock moving deliciously in and out as I talk, “You won’t get any sleep tonight. I know you worked hard, but I’ll make you work harder.”
“Yes… Justice.” Her fingers knead my back like a baker at his dough. Her pussy squelching with each entry and exit.
Lifting my head, I meet her gaze.
It is intense. Consuming.
It pulls me in, making me burn with the need to possess this woman and know all her secrets, hopes, and wants.
And I will. No matter how long it takes.
“Justice,” she mewls, “I’m so close…”
I stop moving, my breath harsh in her ear. “You’re not going to reach the summit yet, Keke. Not until I say so.”
“Please… please…”
Her begging is my undoing.
I start to move again, eventually speeding up to play with fire.
Riding Keke bareback is like Russian roulette, the thrill is the ultimate rush...until the gun goes off.
And I’m way past the point of caring.
The tingling has begun in my groin. My balls draw up tighter than a drum. I’m seconds away from planting my flag.
And…if something happens—a pregnancy something—we’ll deal with it.
I want this. I want her. And babies. Lots and lots of babies. A lawn full of our own and the guys with their partners and their children.
A dream come true.
As I stare into those beautiful dark eyes, her dilated pupils focus on my face while her thoughts are on me and what we’re doing.
No connection could be truer.
I move my head so our noses almost touch. A giant wave of pleasure rolls from my feet to my cock.
I just have to say the word for us to explode and ride the surge together.
And I don’t hesitate, we’ve waited long enough.
With her feet drumming against the back of my calves, I tell her to come.
“Give it to me, Keke. Give me everything you’ve got.”
Her lips part almost instantly and her eyes roll in the back of her head. Thick hips slap against mine as her pussy contracts, beating out an ancient rhythm against my pulsing cock.
With each of my thrusts, I shout her name. Unleashing load after load of thick hot cum until I collapse, sated.
And so damn happy it hurts.


I come back from the kitchen with a glass of cold water for each of us.
Keke sits up in bed, boldly appraising my swinging dick. Her smooth brown arm holds the sheet over her breasts I’m already aching to touch.
“You like what you see?” I tease, handing her a glass.
“You know I do…” She gives me a measured look then directs her gaze to her glass. “As do others.”
I slide into bed. Plucking the glass from her hands, I set it next to mine on my nightstand and pull her close.
“Look, Keke. It’s no secret that I’ve been around the block—”
Her bitter bark of laughter is worthy of a trained seal. “More than a few times,” she says, making a circle in the air with a silver-colored fingernail. “More like the circumference of the Earth.”
Chuckling at her shade, I grab her hand and place it on my stomach.
Wrong move. Just her touch has me rising.
I stave off further action through sheer will. Keke and I need to get a few things straight.
I lace my fingers through hers and say, “That was in the past, Keke.”
We both watch our digits entwine and untwine. As our hands move the sheet goes lower on her body, exposing the tops of her breasts.
The ones I want to bury my face in until I turn blue.
And I will. Soon.
I fold a leg outside the cover, trailing our hands up and down my abs, watching as they bump and dip along my ridges.
Keke eyes the movement, running a tongue over her lips.
I stifle a laugh.
Yeah, she likes what she sees. Even though I feel like I’ve lost some of my definition.
I usually hit my gyms in Brooklyn or Manhattan six times a week. Since Keke arrived, I’ve been a total of five times. Now that I have a woman to impress, I’d better go more often.
“I haven’t been to the gym in a while. I think I’ll go tomorrow.”
“Aren’t your gyms closed,” she asks, sleep clouding her voice.
I chuckle, tapping our joined hands to the end of her nose. “I believe the owner will let me in.”
“Justice?”
“What, Keke?” I say, half-way giving her my attention. I’m more interested in popping one of her fingers in my mouth to get some action started than what she’ll tell me.
“Um…is that where you were? The night you were out late? The night Cameron told us about his birth certificate?”
The heat of the moment doesn’t cool like it has in the past when some random chick asked me my business.
I’m not surprised.
Keke is not some chick. She’s my chick.