Page 74 of Waiting for Redemption

God, there will never be anything better than seeing Ruby in a wedding dress.

“I want to show you every single thing I’ve wanted to do to you since the night you first kissed me.” I notice as she squeezes her legs together and it gives me the most untamed feeling I’ve ever had. “I want to make youminein a way that will consume your mind and leave no space for anyone else.” She’s biting her lip now and I’m not sure she even knows it. Her cheeks are more red than I’ve ever seen them and she looks fucking perfect. “What do you say, Honey? Can I make you mine tonight?” My voice is low—hopeful she will say yes. I’ll make her mine one day, but doing it on our wedding night—no matter how fakeshethinks it is—I can’t think of anything more perfect.

“I don’t know. Is that really a good idea?” she whispers, but when I look into her eyes, I see no conviction. Only pleading for me to tell her it is. That it won’t change things and we can start fresh tomorrow.

“If your pussy is as wet for me as my dick is hard for you, I don’t see how it could possibly be a bad idea.” She pulls her bottom lip in with her teeth, and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she’s ready to play. Her brow is raised and she tilts her chin up defiantly.

“It’s not.” A devilish smirk appears on my face as I slide my hand further up her thigh, disappearing under the white silk fabric.

“Should I see for myself if you’re lying? I’ll give you one last chance to confess.” With her poker face firmly in place, she doesn’t say a word. But when she spreads her legs slightly, I could absolutely devour her. A growl sounds deep within my chest as I run my finger along her silk underwear, and I can already feel how drenched it is.

“Naughty little wife.” I shake my head at her. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I was told you were going to make me yours.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“I can’t seem to say no when it’s you,” she admits, making my heart squeeze in my chest. I slide my hand up around her hip, still hiding away under her dress as I try to keep myself from ripping it off of her– for now.

“If you start to feel uncomfortable, or you change your mind at any time–”

“I won’t,” she interrupts eagerly, making me smile, but I continue anyway.

“Ifyou do. Say yellow and we’ll slow down, say red and we stop completely.”

“That sounds so serious.” Her eyes widen slightly.

“Honey, I don’t know what all you’ve experienced at the hands of others, but I want you to know you’re safe with me—always. Understand?” She nods in agreement. “Use your words, baby.”

“I understand. Red stop. Yellow slow.” She nods.

“That’s my good little wife.” I move my hand and immediately rip the thin string on either side of her thong, making her gasp. “Now lay back and let me see that pretty pussy.” Her body turns red from her chest up to her cheeks as she lays back on the hotel bed.

When I move the fabric from her dress I see her glistening from her wetness and it brings me straight to my knees. I run my hands along both of her thighs, kissing my way up past her tattoos until I plant one soft kiss to her clit. She sucks in a breath and I see her hands grip the edge of the mattress.

“If you’re going to tangle those hands in anything baby, it better be my hair. I wanna feel how much you enjoy this.” I start back, kissing and licking up every drop of her sweetness, and like the good little wife she is, her hands find their way to my hair.

Her moans and the way her back arches off the bed give me enough satisfaction I could stay here for hours making her feel good. I slide one finger in and her head falls back, short little breaths making her chest rise and fall. When she’s ready, I slide a second finger in and she lets out a little whimper that has me rock hard.

“Eyes on me, Honey.” Her big brown eyes lock on mine and it takes everything in me not to stand up and kiss her. My tongue flicks where I know she’s most sensitive as my fingers curl inside her. I can see her swallow and the way she’s getting closer to her release. Her eyes fall closed for a moment, but before I can correct her, they’re back on me.

“Good girl.” I stop long enough to praise her. Her walls tighten around me as another moan falls from her lips.

“Tank, I think I’m gonna–” I keep my rhythm steady, wanting her to feel every bit of her pleasure. Her fingers wrap around my hair tighter as she whimpers even louder. “Ah, Tank!” Her legs squeeze around my head as her walls clench around my fingers. I curl them again and again, lapping up every drop that she gives me until I feel her grip begin to soften. Her breaths are coming more quickly as I rub my hand gently along her thigh.

“Such a good little wife.” She pushes to sit up on the bed, blushing and satisfied as she struggles to hold my gaze.

“That was… Wow.” Her nervous little giggle makes me smile. “But what about you?” she asks bashfully, as she finally meets my eyes.

“If you thought we were through here, you’re sadly mistaken.” I furrow my brow at her as I stand back up. She watches as I begin removing my dress blues, and when my jacket no longer covers myveryobvious erection her eyes grow wide as she takes it in. When I remove my shirt I see the way her eyes drift over the tattoos covering my skin, but when I finally drop my pants, standing in only my boxers, her eyes become comically wide.

“You alright, Honey?” I chuckle as her eyes stay fixed on my cock.

“How is that… I mean it’s not gonna–” She shakes her head as she struggles to finish her sentence.

“Words, baby.” I encourage her, running my fingers through her hair. I’m not used to a speechless Ruby. I’m not quite sure what to think about her not smarting off to me.

“It’s not going to fit. I mean, you saw what your fingers just did,thatis definitely bigger than two of your fingers. No matter how big your hands are. Are you trying to kill me?” I laugh at how chatty she got from the sudden fear my dick might kill her.

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