Quit Bein' Ugly by Vale, Lynn (best mobile ebook reader .txt) 📕

People could come in at any second.

Yet, that didn’t stop me from doing it.

That only made me all the hotter.

The thought that someone would come in, that someone might walk in and know what we were doing, was just the push I needed.

Eyes on Croft’s, I felt it take me over.

Pulsing waves started to ripple over my pussy as my orgasm burst over me. I clenched down hard on him, causing him to grunt in surprise, and then I didn’t remember anything more because my brain just… shut down.

The only thing left was feeling.

The way my pussy stretched so deliciously wide around him. The way I was so wet and slick. The way he was rubbing that perfect spot inside of me. All of it added up until I was one lost, feeling really fucking great, girl.

Peripherally, I heard him grunt in surprise, whether it be at my orgasm taking over, or his taking him over, I didn’t know.

But when I finally came down off that perfect high, it was to find him staring at me in awe.

“What the fuck was that?” he breathed, voice ruggedly wicked.

“I don’t know,” I panted.

I really didn’t.

What I just experienced? That was the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life.

It was only after, when our breathing was labored, and I was realizing what kind of mistake we might have just made, that I thought about his shoulder.

“Oh my God,” I said, pulling my hand away. “Are you okay?”

I’d been resting so much of my weight on his shoulder that there was no way that it didn’t hurt.

“I’m fine,” he answered easily. “I didn’t even feel it until just now.”

My stomach rolled. “Let me take a look.”

He allowed this, pulling away and allowing me to tug his shirt loose before slowly easing it down the length of his affected arm.

I peeled back the gauze and tape, seeing instantly that the arm looked fine.

Well, as fine as my limited medical knowledge allowed.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt it?” I asked.

“It hurts, don’t get me wrong,” he said just as the bathroom door opened. “But…”

I instantly lifted up my feet, feeling his still hard length surge back deep inside of me. I curled my legs around the small of his back, and he grunted as his eyes went wide. Not because of any pain, but because of the deepness in which he’d just been seated inside of me.

I almost let out a small moan to go with it, but managed to bury my face into his good shoulder.

My pants were on the ground, and so were my shoes. But luckily you couldn’t see them thanks to the pants laying on top of them.

Croft’s hands tightened on my hips, and I knew that he liked the deep position I now found myself in.

I felt his cock flex inside of me, and it took everything I had not to let out a delicious moan at the feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered into my ear.

Then he slowly started to rock me, back and forth, on his cock. He’d just come, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by the hardness of his cock, and the way he filled me full to bursting.

I licked his neck, loving the way he was rocking, making sure that my clit grazed his pubic hair on each thrust of his hips.

The bathroom stall next to us opened and closed, then opened again.

A man blew his nose, tossed some trash into the trash can, and then paused.

“Croft?”

I stiffened.

“Judge Stanley?” Croft asked, his voice sounding rough.

“You okay in there?” Judge Stanley asked.

I pulled back so I could see into Croft’s eyes.

They were alight with mischief.

“Fine, fine,” Croft said. “Just taking care of patching myself up. Making sure I’m not getting an infection in the wound.”

Lies.

“Good,” Judge Stanley said. “Couldn’t fuckin’ believe that you’d been shot when I heard. The fuckin’ nerve of some people in this world. You need any help?”

Croft pulled my hair back, exposing my throat to his lips. “Nope. I’ve got it handled.”

“Good,” Judge Stanley said. “I don’t do so well when I have to see blood. Shout if you need anything. My office is two doors down.” The judge paused. “Did you take off your pants to do this?”

Croft laughed. “No. That’s just what was in my bag just in case I needed to change. I’ve been bleeding a bit today.”

More lies.

Croft lifted up with one of his hands, being very cautious now not to jar his bad side and urged me to move.

I used the muscles in my legs to lift me by squeezing his middle, causing the breath to leave him as I moved.

“Is it painful?” Judge Stanley asked. “I was shot in Vietnam, but fuck if I remember much about the pain. We were pinned down and…”

The judge continued to talk, but I was so focused on what was going on inside of me that I didn’t notice him talking.

I was moving myself up and down the length of his cock with the strength in my legs alone, and I was working up a fine sheen of sweat as I did it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Judge Stanley asked. “You don’t sound so good. Your breathing is labored.”

Croft burst into laughter, his mouth coming down on mine for a quick kiss before saying, “It fuckin’ hurts, Judge. I got this, though. My girl’s gonna take care of me. She should be here any second.”

“That’s good. Like I said, let me know if you need anything,” he urged.

I heard the bathroom door close, and then Croft was standing.

I gasped at the abrupt change in positions and nearly moaned when I felt him sink even deeper inside of me.

My eyes went positively wide when he turned so that I was against the wall next to the toilet.

I placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other down by his hip to help hold me up, and then he was really fucking me.

Hard, fast thrusts inside of me that let