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Emma
As we ride back toward Sapphire Lake, I can’t tell if it’s Judge’s hard body against mine, or the rumble of the bike which is making my p***y ache bad: bad like it’s begging to be touched. As we skim over the road I can’t help but think about the way he stood up to Lucca, the way he just swaggered over there and jumped over the bar. No man has ever stood up to him like that. Never. I couldn’t even imagine it. Dawn, sure, and me in my own way. But not like that. Judge properly put him in his place. And what’s more, he did it like it was no big deal.
I squeeze into him, feeling his muscles, moving my hands over them.
My p***y roars out for him. My p***y begs for him. My p***y gets so wet that all I want to do is grab his hand and push it down between my legs and feel the strength
