Yes, Justin by Michele Zurlo Page B

of hooks in the ceiling.
    “Go lie across the bed, on your back. Legs up, knees bent, hands behind your neck.”
    She arranged herself on the coverlet. He hadn’t asked her to clear away the bedding. The soft down conformed to her shape, cradling her even as it increased the intensity of the heat radiating from her entire backside. She scooted so that her pussy was close to the edge of the bed. Justin would want complete access.
    He followed a short time later. He’d removed his shirt before he whipped her, and his skin glowed softly from the exertion. She watched as he finished undressing, folded his jeans, and placed them on the dresser. His boxers and socks followed.
    Trish admired the way his hard cock jutted from his body, curving just enough to always reach her G-spot. He closed the distance, moving to stand where he had an unobstructed view of her pussy.
    Her shoulders hurt a bit from having put so much of her weight on them when she had been on the cross, so she folded her hands over her abdomen. It also served to hide the roundness and stretch marks.
    Justin lifted a brow at her position. “My shoulders are sore,” she said. Her insecurities lay just behind her explanation. “I’d rather not lift my arms just yet.”
    “Then you may put them by your sides. Don’t hide what’s mine from me.”
    She obeyed. At least she was on her back. That helped a bit, though it did nothing to keep her breasts from sliding sideways. Glancing up at Justin made all those self-deprecating thoughts flee. The smoldering look in his light blue eyes showed a man who liked what he saw. She didn’t know how, but his cock grew even harder.
    Roughly, he grasped her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the bed. Her feet fell over the side, and her bottom half dangled from the bed. He pushed her knees farther apart, lined his cockhead up with her entrance, and sank into her welcoming wetness.
    Trish couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked her. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d gazed at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. She gasped at the fullness, loving the way he fit perfectly inside her body.
    He thrust his hips, fucking her fast and hard. With each thrust he bumped against her sore clit. It hurt, and it felt good, and she struggled to adjust to the contradictory sensory information. Just when she acclimated to his frenzied pace, he stopped, withdrew, and wiped himself off with a wet cloth.
    Trish waited on the bed, not moving from the way he left her, because she had no idea what he planned.
    “Get on your knees.”
    She scrambled to obey, dropping down onto the hardwood floor and kneeling with her knees spread wide. She clasped her hands behind her back. The position thrust her breasts forward.
    Justin stood before her, the purpled head of his cock inches from her lips. “Open your mouth. I want you to take me slowly.”
    She always liked giving head to Justin. The texture of his silky-smooth penis and the salty taste of his semen combined in her mouth to make her feel possessed. Submissive. Yes, she had been yearning for this feeling the whole time. She had just lacked the experience to know the extent of what she wanted.
    She licked him and barely refrained from asking to use her hands. If he wanted her to, he would ask. He knew her skill set.
    He eased just the head past her lips. She sucked and swirled her tongue around to lap up the tiny beads of precum. As he worked himself deeper, she relaxed her jaw and tilted her head a bit. He liked to fuck her mouth. He liked when she remained still and let him thrust at his own pace.
    She sucked to the rhythm he set and drew her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock. He sank into her farther than he’d ever tried before.
    “Swallow, Trish. I want you to take all of me.”
    On his next thrust, she did as he commanded. His cock pressed into the sensitive tissues in the back of her throat, bringing tears to her eyes, but his moan and the shudder