I’ve cum down her throat, in her pussy, inside her ass, all over her face, neck and tits. I’ve even massaged my cum into her back and her ass like lotion. Justice has literally been covered in my cum from head to toe throughout these last six years. And the caveman in me loved that.
I loved experiencing her evolution from a shy virgin to a woman who’s let me cum in her ass. And now she let me fuck her in public; something we’ve never done before.
Once her tremors subsided, I pulled out of her and helped steady her on her feet. I tucked my dick back into my pants and then helped her smooth out her dress.
When she looked up at me, her face still showed the evidence of her tears and that’s when I realized how much of a dick I really have been to her.
I cradled her face and wiped her tears away with my thumbs. “Justi-”
She waved a hand in insignificance at me. “It’s just the alcohol, Gabriel,” she uttered, embarrassed.
Fuck that.“Baby, look at me.” I waited until her big blue eyes found mine. “There’s only you, Justice.” The tears started up again, but I kept going. “I’ve never been with anyone else. I’ve neverwantedto be with anyone else. It’s been only you since I was 15 fucking years old.” She let out a tired sob. “Justice, baby, I see nobody but you. I’ve never been able to see past you to notice anyone else.”
Her small hands tightened around my wrists. “Do you swear?” she asked through her tears.
I really needed to get my ass kicked. In all these years, it never occurred to me that she thought I’d been with other women. Sure, I knew it might have been a valid concern when I had gone off to college, but she had never brought it up. She had never said anything.
“I swear to God, there’s nobody but you.” I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “And I’m going to spend the entire weekend making sure you never forget it.”
“I don’t want to think this weekend,” she said. “I just want to feel you, Gabriel.”
“I can do that.” And I did.
Chapter 11
Justice~
Jesus H. Christ!
I’ve looked bad the next morning, after partying up a storm before, but this was ridiculous.
I felt like my head was going to explode.
Or maybe I just wanted it to.
I stared into the bathroom mirror and cringed. I looked like a gang-banged porn star at the end of a taping. Well…except for my face.
My face was clean of…stuff.
And I had a robe on.
It’s the little things.
Considering how this weekend had gone, I should be grateful for the little things.
The entire weekend had been one big blur of poor choices and reckless decisions, and while I wasn’t a stranger to having a good time, even I had to admit, this weekend had been beyond the pale.
I’ve never drank my weight in alcohol before like I did last night.
I’ve never been so drunk I went out and got a tattoo like I did Friday night.
I’ve never been so turned on that I let a man take me in a dark alleyway like I did Thursday night.
Or up against the back of the casino like I did Friday night.
Or offered up my ass, begging and pleading, like I did last night.
I never should have answered my goddamn phone. That had been my first mistake.
