Damaged and the Knight (Damaged #2)

“My knight is making me super horny.”


Exhaling hard, Judd shook his head. “Let’s skip the cards and have you come over here now.”

“Only if you strip for me,” I said, licking my bottom lip. “Real slow too. I want to enjoy a show.”

Laughing, Judd stood up, yanked off his jeans, and tossed them aside. Once he sat back down, he wiggled a finger for me to join him.

“Lame,” I said, standing up and slowly raising my shirt over my head before turning to hide my breasts. “I wanted a show, stud. Something I would pay money for.”

Wiggling out my jeans and panties, I shook my ass at him. When I glanced back to find him staring with such need, I nearly lost my confidence. How could I ever keep a man like him interested? Pushing aside those concerns, I stepped around the table. While Judd reached for me, I didn’t straddle him. Instead, I knelt between his legs and stroked his thighs.

“Tawny,” he whispered, desperate for relief.

“I’m here,” I murmured, taking his cock into my hand and licking the wet tip. “I want to play.”

Judd just stared, his fingers gripping the couch as I kissed his thick erection. Soft, hungry kisses as I learned every inch of him until my hand stroked his cock and my lips tasted his balls. Breathing heavily now, he gently moved aside my long hair so he could watch me.

A little part of me panicked when his fingers touched my hair. I remembered how rough those bikers were when they used my hair to guide me until I was chocking and crying. Judd though was tender, instead of commanding. His gaze was so beautiful that I became aroused without him even touching me.

Soon, I slid a hand between my legs and stroked my clit. Never would I touch myself before because orgasms made me a dirty whore. They were bad, but with Judd, I could embrace my needs without feeling guilty.

Sucking him into my mouth and stroking him with one hand, I caressed myself softly. Whenever I felt shame building inside me, I lifted my gaze to Judd’s face and remembered he was mine.

It didn’t take long before I felt the pleasure explode and I whimpered as the waves of heat rushed over me. Catching my breath, I still stroked Judd. When I regained control of myself, I looked up and found him watching me in the strangest way.

“I’m sorry,” I said automatically, afraid he was upset.

Leaning forward, Judd lifted me off the ground and onto his lap. “You looked so amazing,” he whispered in my ear while pressing his cock into me. “So fragile too. So fucking young that I seem evil for being with you.”

Staring into his eyes, I felt a mixture of panic and pleasure. Our bodies just moved without us thinking, working together to find relief. Mentally though, Judd and I were in a bad place. In his eyes, I saw his need to run away from his feelings again.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I said, caressing his face as my hips worked rhythmically. “I hate myself with everyone else, but not with you. I’d never touched myself like that before because I felt dirty to want to orgasm. With you, I feel sexy and strong. It can’t be evil to feel free of all of that ugliness.”

Judd cupped my face and stared sadly into my eyes. “I’m not nearly good enough for you.”

“You make me happy. If I deserve to be happy, you can’t push me away.”

“You deserve everything, angel,” he whispered, kissing me hard as I orgasmed and brought him along with me.

Settling against him, I whispered, “I don’t want to leave, but I know you’re used to having space.”

Judd wrapped his arms around me and stroked the back of my hair as I rested my cheek against his shoulder.

“I should feel suffocated having you here for so long. I’ve never had anyone sleep over except for one night with a wasted Vaughn. He woke up, we had breakfast, and he went home. Even that got on my nerves. I should hate having you here, but it feels easy and right. I want you to stay.”

Lifting my head, I smiled. “I don’t see you the way you see yourself. I see a man I want, not a man I should fear.”

“How about on the balcony?”

I shrugged. “You’re complicated. It’s why you don’t think I’m broken. You don’t, do you?”

“I think you’re all kinds of damaged. Battered, but unbroken, babe.”

Softly, I sucked on his bottom lip then nuzzled his cheek.

“I know you took a nap,” he said as I wiggled my hips upon feeling him hardening inside me. “You might not be tired, but I’d like to go to the bedroom.”

“More room,” I muttered, finding a rhythm.

“Hold on,” he said, pushing himself up and walking with me attached to him into the bedroom. He lowered me gently onto the bed and never left my body. “Much more room.”

Grinning, I stroked his arms, over the tattoos and muscles. “Today has been fucking perfect, Judd. You can’t know how perfect.”