Page 211 of Redeemed

“I bet you’re aching down there,” Xander taunts, moving his hand faster, harder.

“Xander!”

“Bet you’re desperate to be filled, even if you can’t admit it to yourself. Bet you can’t stop thinking of what it’d feel like if I bent you over the hood of the car and fucked you raw.”

Oh god, yes please.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Xan,fuck.”

“That’s it. Keep saying my name, doll. Don’t forget who’s making you feel this way.” He leans over and kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip when I whimper into his mouth. “God could never make you feel this good, could he?”

“Xander! You can’t—you can’t say shit like that.”

“Oh, I can. I’m ten times better than the God we grew up worshiping. What the hell has he done for us, huh? For you?”

I can’t answer, partially because he’s right and partially because he has me right on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm. My mind can barely conjure up a coherent thought, let alone make it all the way to my mouth.

“That’s what I thought,” he growls.“I’myour god now.I’mthe one who provides for you.I’mthe one who decides your fate. And I’ll do a much better job than he ever did.”

Oh my god. He’s serious.

“Say it, Haven.” He kisses me again, his fingers slipping in my desire from how soaked he has me. “Tell me who your god is.”

“Y-you.”

“You can do better than that.”

I’m gonna come. Oh my god, he’s saying the most ridiculous shit, and it’s gonna make me come.

“Haven,” he growls again.“Say it.”

“You’re my god,” I cry, and maybe there’s a tiny part of me that means it.

My orgasm hits me like a lightning bolt. It’s electrifying and so intense that I arch my back off the seat while my hands search for anything to hold onto. Xander slips three fingers inside me, curling them with enough force to make me scream.

It’s so good I can feel my mind melting. Xander’s thumb finds my clit, his touch rough and overstimulating.

“Fuck, your cunt is so tight.” He presses against my g-spot hard enough that I feel like I’m going to accidentally pee. “That’s it. Clamp down hard like you’re riding my cock.”

“Xander,” I cry. “Too much, it’s too much!”

“You can take it. That’s what a whore like you is for, right?”

Before I can answer him, he crushes his mouth to mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. His tongue tangles with mine, his strokes dominating and possessive. My body is jolting against him, my cries muffled and pitiful, but he doesn’t seem to care.

This may be my orgasm, but it’s forhispleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmurs when he finally pulls away. His fingers have stilled, but they’re still inside me. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“That…” I heave in a breath. “Oh my god, yes.”

His satisfied smile burns through me. I like it when he looks at me like that—like he’s obsessed with me.

“Xander, that was the first time anyone has made me come like that.”

“What, by fingering you? I know that’s not true. I’ve—”

“With their fingersinsideme,” I whisper breathlessly.

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