she
always found herself on a casino floor, winning money. It was money she had no
need for, nor desire for. Fortunately she had found someone who did need it in Sister
Mary. Each time she handed over her winnings to the orphanage, the bindings
around her heart eased. If only the feeling would last longer than a day or so.
Another sensation hit her. One
she knew all too well. Tingles spread throughout her head, warning her of what
was to come. Her sight grew cloudier as the images in her vision became
clearer.
She
found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom. A man stalked toward her.
“Judge,”
she gasped as she took in his impressive body. He took her breath away.
His
chest was dusted with hair, calling to her. Below the crisp strands lay a solid
mass of muscle. Reaching up, she tangled her fingers through the hair as she
kneaded the flesh beneath. A long, soft hiss whispered past her ears, telling
her Judge liked what she was doing.
Since
her experience with naked men was lacking, she let her instincts lead her.
Leaning forward slightly, she was eager to explore his chest with more than
just her hands. Her lips found one of his nipples. It was his turn to gasp. The
sound urged her on as she sucked his nipple deeper into her mouth. A hand came
up, holding her head to his chest, encouraging her to continue. Like she had
the ability to stop. This man tasted magnificent, welcoming her home from the
long journey she had no knowledge of being on.
Every
sound he made and each touch of his free hand had her excitement soaring. It
was reaching for the skies and the heavens beyond, promising the kind of
euphoria only this man could offer. The very thought of it had her climbing higher.
A
thick finger found her clitoris, flicking it. The sensation sent electricity
throughout her whole being, awakening every nerve ending within her body. Her
mouth came away from his nipple, dislodged by the gasps and moans escaping past
her lips. The noises she made seemed to carry her closer to the unknown. Light
blinded her as her body shook, sending her catapulting over the edge. A silent
scream stuck in her throat as she came.
She was pulled unceremoniously
from her vision by a hand on her shoulder. “Sorry to disturb your daydreaming,
Charli. But there’s a guy asking to come in and see both you and Emily,” the
nurse explained. “He says he’s your boyfriend.”
“Um … ” Charli mumbled, attempting to
shake off the residual effects of the vision. “Did he give you his name?”
“Judge Martin,” came the nurse’s
response before a blush covered her face. “Is he really a judge? Because if he
is I might have to consider taking up a life of crime.”
Laughing, Charli shook her head.
“No, he owns a hotel and casino.”
This sent the nurse out of the
room, the woman’s excitement at Judge’s appearance obvious for all to see.
Charli could understand her reaction to him. She was having the same trouble
fighting the effect he had on her. The very thought of him had her pussy leaking.
A hiss sounded behind her. “I
can smell your flowing juices, kitten.” Judge’s voice sounded by her ear before
a kiss landed on her cheek. “They’d better be for me, mate!”
“W-what … ” she stuttered in an attempt to
avoid his question. Of course turning to face him didn’t help her arousal.
“What are you doing here?”
“Where else would I be? I’m sure
I told you I would be back either tonight or tomorrow.” It was true. He had
messaged or called her every day to share his plans and ask after Emily. “Don’t
think that changing the subject will get you out of answering my question. Who
is your pussy wet for?”
Embarrassment swamped her. Did
he really expect her to answer such a question? Never before had anyone spoken
to her so openly about sex. She had no way of knowing how to respond, except
with the truth.
“You,” she said, sighing.
“Thank you, kitten.” Again he
kissed her cheek. “But why are you so
always found herself on a casino floor, winning money. It was money she had no
need for, nor desire for. Fortunately she had found someone who did need it in Sister
Mary. Each time she handed over her winnings to the orphanage, the bindings
around her heart eased. If only the feeling would last longer than a day or so.
Another sensation hit her. One
she knew all too well. Tingles spread throughout her head, warning her of what
was to come. Her sight grew cloudier as the images in her vision became
clearer.
She
found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom. A man stalked toward her.
“Judge,”
she gasped as she took in his impressive body. He took her breath away.
His
chest was dusted with hair, calling to her. Below the crisp strands lay a solid
mass of muscle. Reaching up, she tangled her fingers through the hair as she
kneaded the flesh beneath. A long, soft hiss whispered past her ears, telling
her Judge liked what she was doing.
Since
her experience with naked men was lacking, she let her instincts lead her.
Leaning forward slightly, she was eager to explore his chest with more than
just her hands. Her lips found one of his nipples. It was his turn to gasp. The
sound urged her on as she sucked his nipple deeper into her mouth. A hand came
up, holding her head to his chest, encouraging her to continue. Like she had
the ability to stop. This man tasted magnificent, welcoming her home from the
long journey she had no knowledge of being on.
Every
sound he made and each touch of his free hand had her excitement soaring. It
was reaching for the skies and the heavens beyond, promising the kind of
euphoria only this man could offer. The very thought of it had her climbing higher.
A
thick finger found her clitoris, flicking it. The sensation sent electricity
throughout her whole being, awakening every nerve ending within her body. Her
mouth came away from his nipple, dislodged by the gasps and moans escaping past
her lips. The noises she made seemed to carry her closer to the unknown. Light
blinded her as her body shook, sending her catapulting over the edge. A silent
scream stuck in her throat as she came.
She was pulled unceremoniously
from her vision by a hand on her shoulder. “Sorry to disturb your daydreaming,
Charli. But there’s a guy asking to come in and see both you and Emily,” the
nurse explained. “He says he’s your boyfriend.”
“Um … ” Charli mumbled, attempting to
shake off the residual effects of the vision. “Did he give you his name?”
“Judge Martin,” came the nurse’s
response before a blush covered her face. “Is he really a judge? Because if he
is I might have to consider taking up a life of crime.”
Laughing, Charli shook her head.
“No, he owns a hotel and casino.”
This sent the nurse out of the
room, the woman’s excitement at Judge’s appearance obvious for all to see.
Charli could understand her reaction to him. She was having the same trouble
fighting the effect he had on her. The very thought of him had her pussy leaking.
A hiss sounded behind her. “I
can smell your flowing juices, kitten.” Judge’s voice sounded by her ear before
a kiss landed on her cheek. “They’d better be for me, mate!”
“W-what … ” she stuttered in an attempt to
avoid his question. Of course turning to face him didn’t help her arousal.
“What are you doing here?”
“Where else would I be? I’m sure
I told you I would be back either tonight or tomorrow.” It was true. He had
messaged or called her every day to share his plans and ask after Emily. “Don’t
think that changing the subject will get you out of answering my question. Who
is your pussy wet for?”
Embarrassment swamped her. Did
he really expect her to answer such a question? Never before had anyone spoken
to her so openly about sex. She had no way of knowing how to respond, except
with the truth.
“You,” she said, sighing.
“Thank you, kitten.” Again he
kissed her cheek. “But why are you so
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