Page 7 of Ruthless Redemption

I grabbed at his hair and that simple kiss turned into a series of catch and release moments as he bit at my neck, dug deep into my ass and ground his hips against my pussy. I was quickly dying on the way to a release that I instinctively knew would be the most important of my life.

“Jesus, Izzy. I love you like this. Needy. A little bit broken. But strong at the same time. You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered before latching onto my neck once again.

I was going out of my mind and could barely think, let alone form words.

“Bed,” I croaked. Not that I had a problem with him taking me quickly over the back of this couch. But I had a feeling we both needed more this time.

He kissed me again as he carried me to the end of the room that made up his studio style bedroom while I reveled in the riot of sensations caused by his talented tongue. In that moment, I had the distinct feeling that some of my broken pieces were being fused back together again. I thought it was only me who had suffered these last months, but in the desperate grope of his fingers as he ripped at my panties and clawed at his jeans, I saw the truth.

He was as broken as me.

Chapter Four

Izzy

He propelled us towards the bed, falling forward with my legs still holding onto him for dear life when my back hit the mattress.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Oh God,” I groaned. “Please don’t ruin it again.” I ground against his erection, heedless of his jeans or my panties. I needed him too bad to stop now.

I’m not sure how it happened because one minute I was locked around Houston as I dry humped his jeans and the next he was standing over me with both my T-shirt and panties in his hands. That’s how mind-numbed I got when he touched me. Always.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, dropping my garments to the floor.

Just hearing those three words rumble from his throat was enough to make me nearly come. I was obviously over-primed and ready.

A strange sense of sudden shyness struck me then and I didn’t fully understand why. Maybe because it had been so long since we had been together? I guess technically we were only talking a few months, but so much had happened since then and it might as well have been another lifetime as far as I was concerned.

To my surprise, Houston waited patiently for my response and not much time actually passed before I slowly complied. At first he said nothing and only devoured me with his gaze. As heat flushed through me and I contemplated if I would actually die during this prolonged moment, he put me out of my self-imposed misery by reaching for his jeans. First he popped the button free, then he tugged the zipper down as I lay there mesmerized.

The curved outline of his cock came into view and I swear my mouth watered in response. He was teasing me and I was eating it up like it was the most important thing on earth. Hell, maybe it was. There was always something about Houston Reed like this that felt so right—so perfect.

And I didn’t want to fight it. Ever.

“The way you look at me, babe. So intense. So beautiful. You slay me.”

I didn’t get to respond because something about it all must have hit a nerve inside him. Once again I found him suddenly as naked as I and crawling over me without me realizing how it happened. I still caught glimpses of his cock though and it was as impressive as I remembered. Thick, long, skin stretched tight across its length.

I needed to feel him and the minute he got close enough I reached down and grabbed him. He groaned, a guttural need-filled sound that spurred me to do more.

“Squeeze it,” he said, his voice deep and tight as if he barely held control of it.

I did as he asked and pulled my fingers together in a firm grip.

“Harder,” he demanded through gritted teeth.

Again, I did as told and tightened my hand into a fist and squeezed. His eyes rolled back and his mouth opened on another groan. A secret thrill pulsed through me as I considered the power I held in my hand.

I made him feel good. Me.

He leaned down and rocked into my hand, creating more friction as he reached for my hair. I would have liked to make him come like this. To watch him boil over onto my skin held a thrill I couldn’t quite shake. But it was not to be for now as he suddenly pulled free from my grasp and sat back on the bed.

“Get on your knees, Izzy.”

I didn’t hesitate as I scrambled back and flipped over on to my stomach.

Some of Houston’s patience gave way as he grabbed my hips and lifted them up until my ass was high in the air. In this position Houston caressed over the curve of my butt from one side to the other, leaving a trail of heat with every swipe.

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