Page 117 of Waiting for Redemption

“Dance for me, wife.Please.” I demand—politely. She picks up her phone and taps the screen a few times before setting it down beside me. I look down to see a song calledSlayer by Bryce Savageplaying but as soon as my eyes are back on her, they don’t dare to leave her body again.

She dances on the pole like she hasn’t missed a single day in six years.

Climbing.

Spinning.

Dancing.

Hypnotizing me with every movement.

She walks over, dropping to her knees as she runs her hands up my legs, making my tongue swipe out to wet my bottom lip on instinct. When she stands back up she turns to face away from me, bending over to give me the most perfect view of her ass and… crotchless underwear.

Fuck. Me.

She continues dancing while facing away from me, and then she sits in my lap, spreading her legs to straddle me. Rolling her neck, she lets her black hair fall down her back perfectly. My lips begin feathering kisses along her shoulders and up her neck while goosebumps break out over her skin, but she never misses a beat—still grinding her ass against my rock-hard cock that’s begging to be inside her right now. I put one hand around her neck, pressing her forward as I work to free myself from my jeans. When I pull her back up, she leans back and lets out a little gasp, surprised by the warmth pressed against her entrance. Before I can say another word she adjusts her position so that I’m already sliding inside her.

“I love when my wife is greedy with my cock.” She begins bouncing up and down methodically, taking all of me while my fingertips dig into her waist. Without saying a word, she grabs my hand and begins guiding it up her body, passing her abdomen and breasts, stopping when I reach the base of her neck.

“You want a necklace, Honey?” I ask, inching closer to where she wants me.

“Yes, please,” she whines, making a growl rumble out of me. With one hand around her throat and the other keeping rhythm with her bouncing on my dick I begin pumping into her harder, matching her rhythm. Her head falls back with a whimper as I begin hitting that little spot that will have her coming for me in no time.

“Tell me, Honey. Whose good little wife are you?”

“Ah,yours!” She answers breathlessly. I can feel her pussy begging to come, tightening around me as she’s moments away from her climax.

“Say my name, baby. Let me hear it while you come all over my cock.”

“TANK! I’m yours, I’m yours. Only yours,”she cries out. While she’s still riding out her orgasm, I stand to turn around, placing her on all fours while I continue fucking her from behind. She arches her back, dropping her head between her arms as she grips our bedsheets.

“Head up, Honey. Look at how well you’re taking me.” I instruct, making her look over at the full-length mirror propped against the wall. Her cheeks are flushed, that full bottom lip is trapped beneath her teeth and her eyes are full of desire.

“My perfect little wife.”

“Fuck, Tank. I love you.” I reach my climax as her words seep into my brain, emptying myself inside her, while her walls clench around me again.

“I love you, too, Honey. I could never not love you.”

“Promise?” The quiver in her tone has me pulling out of her, unbothered by the mess it may make, to turn her around to face me. I hold my left hand up to hers, reminding her of my vows.

“Until I take my last breath and every day after that.” Tears well in her eyes and I immediately start to worry. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I take her face in my hands, searching her face intently.

“I’m just really happy with you, Tank. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re never going to lose me, Honey. I promise. I’m yours, Ruby. Only and forever.”

CHAPTER38

RUBY

“Mommy. I got some bad news,”Hendrix says, giving me a very serious eyebrow raise.

“Oh? What’s the bad news?” I lean on my elbow, inching my nose closer to his as we sit next to each other at the kitchen table.

“Daddy makes better pancakes than you,” he whisper-shouts in my face, giving me a good whiff of chocolate chips directly up my nose. I let out a dramatic gasp, leaning back with my hand over my heart, secretly loving that he calls him Dad now and loves his pancakes as much as I do.

“What?” He starts giggling immediately. “You mean all the special ingredients Daddy addsthat he won’t tell me about, taste better than the boring old pancake mix and milk Mommy uses?” I shoot an accusing glance in Tank’s direction but he just smirks back at me.

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