Justus by Madison Stevens Page A

mine,” he said, his
voice rough and raw with emotion. “Vestal is nothing. You are the
other half of me, the one that sees to the very soul of who I am.
We are more than titles. You know that. You can feel it, just like
I can.”
    His lips met hers in a soft
kiss, lingering in ways that made her ache for more.
    “My soul is linked with
yours,” he whispered. “And without you, I am just the animal they
say I am. The things I’ve seen. The things I’ve done. I deserve
nothing and still I can’t walk away.”
    She shook her head, unable to
stand those words. Paige turned and kissed the palm holding her
cheek.
    “You are more than you can
ever know,” she whispered. “My love is in your hands.”
    She closed her eyes as her
words slipped out. The truth seemed so hard to say, but once the
words were out, she could feel the weight being lifted off her
heart.
    “My love,” he growled and
found her mouth again. Her knees weakened and she surrendered to
the moment.
    His hand made quick work of
her clothing, stripping her down until she stood before him naked.
His hands went to her breasts.
    Before she’d been so shy,
worried that her own body might not meet the perfection that was
his. But under his stare, she found it hard not to revel in his
desire.
    Paige pulled away from his
nimble fingers that had been pleasing her nipples.
    She stared at him as she slid
his shirt over his head, letting her knuckles brush against the
hard muscles there. She leaned and glided her mouth across his
chest.
    Justus groaned as his eyes
fixed on her own. She moved lower and lower. Her chin bumped his
length through his pants.
    She smiled when his hands
wove through her hair, guiding her to where he wanted her to
be.
    Paige slipped her fingers
inside the band and slowly pulled down. His long, hard cock jutted
out towards her face.
    She leaned forward and gave
the head a little lick.
    “Fuck,” he groaned and closed
his eyes.
    She could feel his fingers
tighten in her hair.
    Paige wrapped a hand around
the base of the shaft and gave a few long strokes. She could hear
the rumble that came from him as she did so.
    She could feel her wet folds
and knew she was ready. Her fingers made their way down her stomach
until she reached her slick center. She stroked herself as her hand
moved over him.
    Wrapped in her own desire,
she leaned forward and drew him deeply into her mouth and dipped
her fingers inside of her.
    Her hand shifted now. She
could feel him trying to pull away.
    “Paige,” he groaned. “I need
to taste you.”
    She ignored him and sucked
him into the back of her throat. He growled, and she felt the
rumble through their connection. When she pulled back and looked up
at him, his eyes blazed a deep amber. The sight made her
shiver.
    He lifted her as if she were
nothing and placed her hands on the couch. Paige turned to ask what
he was doing when she felt his tongue snake deep inside her. She
moaned and spread her legs wider to allow him deeper access.
    He darted in and out, his
steady thumb rubbing gentle circles as he moved inside her.
    She grunted in frustration
when his tongue pulled back. Her climax was so near she could taste
it.
    He returned though. His hard
cock pressed against her center.
    In one swift push, he slipped
inside her aching pussy.
    “Yes,” she called out.
    His thrusts, unlike earlier,
were short and hard, pushing as deep inside as he could manage. She
gripped the couch with the force of the movement and hoped he sped
up.
    Her release approached. As if
sensing it, Justus sped up, his hands on her hips, pulling her back
with each push forward. Paige bucked against him, needing to feel
his release as well as her own.
    “More,” she groaned.
    His hips slapped hard against
her as he leaned forward to wrap his hands around her tits,
pinching the nipples as he did so.
    “Fuck,” he whispered in her
ear. She could feel her insides tighten.
    “Don’t stop,” she
groaned.
    His hands slipped to her
shoulders,