Chapter 156

Justice

I've never had a front-row seat to anything like this, and he's got all my attention, whether he wants it or not.

Everything I see, I try to make a note of.

How he pushes his shirt over his stomach, and then rubs his hand down his abdomen, before going straight for the length almost at his belly-button. It leaves a trail of moisture in its wake as he moves his hand up and down, giving it a pump.

"Feel good?" I ask, because the stillness and quiet of the room is disconcerting for me. Not when I just had my first orgasm given to me by something other than my own hand.

"Yeah." He tilts his head back into the comforter, pressing his pelvis up into his fisted fingers, then pulling back.

Such strength and force. I wonder what it'll feel like inside of me, pushing past the barrier that I've kept just for him. It's almost enough to make me have another orgasm, but I hold back, wanting to see how he handles himself.

Tattooed forearm taut and sexy as hell as he grips his length tight