Page 75 of Waiting for Redemption

“You’re gonna be a mouthy little thing, aren’t you?” She narrows her gaze, letting her eyes flick to mine from my cock that’s already lined up perfectly with her mouth.

“For your sake, I hope so.”

There she is.

She hooks her fingers into my boxers, pulling them down to free my cock before dropping them to the floor. I quickly kick them to the side and fist my length, pumping a few times as her eyes go from intimidatingto intimidated.

“I can’t use safe words if I’m choking to death, Tank.” I can’t help but laugh because, God, I love this woman.

“You take the lead, Honey. But,ifI get carried away, just pinch me right here.” I guide her hand to a spot right above my ass as she nods in agreement and I run my thumb across her red-stained bottom lip. “Open that pretty mouth wide for me.” Her lips wrap around my cock and my jaw tightens instantly. The warmth of her mouth along with the fact that she’s marking me with that lipstick has me struggling to let her be in control. She takes me halfway a few times as she finds her rhythm, before getting comfortable enough that I become familiar with how the back of her throat feels.

“Fuck, baby.” I grip her hair, still letting her take control, but when her tongue swirls around as she takes me down her throat I begin thrusting my hips as she bobs her head and I feel myself on the verge of release.

“Look at you, sucking my cock like such agoodlittle wife.” When her eyes meet mine I can’t help myself, I feel like I’m about to cum all down her throat. I thrust harder twice more and she rests her hand on the spot on my back, but she doesn’t pinch. I slow my pace, looking down to make sure she’s okay, but when she looks up at me all I see is determination. She uses her hand to pull me in closer, and that’s all I need to find my release.

“Where do you want it?” I ask, seconds before it escapes me. She closes her lips around my cock and bobs her head a few more times, giving me a very clear answer. When she swallows every bit of what I give her and I’m finally spent, she pulls away, rubbing her finger along her lip, making sure she’s left nothing behind and I can’t seem to focus on anything else.

No fucking chance I’m forgetting this come morning.

“How was that for a good little wife?” she asks playfully.

“You know, that sounds even better coming from your lips. Those perfect. Fucking. Lips.” I wrap my hand around her neck, bringing her lips just a hair away from mine.

“Now lose the dress.” I pucker my lips, letting them barely graze hers. When I take a step back I can see how nervous she’s become.

“You okay, Honey?” I ask cautiously, cocking my head to the side. She nods her head but her expression doesn’t change. She reaches her arms around her back, unzipping her dress as I watch her intently. Her eyes are locked fiercely on my own and she takes a deep breath before releasing the dress, letting it fall to her feet. I take another step back to fully appreciate the masterpiece in front of me as she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor.

I was wrong, the only thing better than seeing Ruby in a wedding dress, is seeing Ruby naked.

My eyes begin roaming her body, and my dick throbs from how painfully beautiful she is. Her full, perky breasts, hard nipples, and tanned skin have me wanting to spend the next 24 hours kissing every inch of her. But my blood runs cold when I see a scar about four inches beneath her belly button. My eyes snap back up to hers quickly, and when I see her fighting back tears I start seeing red. I close the small distance between us, cupping her face in my hands and she tries to avert my gaze.

“Who did that?” I ask, not hiding the anger and hurt in my own voice. “Ruby, who hurt you?” She finally looks at me,reallylooks at me and I know. She doesn’t even have to say his name.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” I see as her eyes glaze over and she begins spacing out. I pull her into my chest, taking a deep breath as I try to calm myself down. I can’t see red right now. I’m still going to kill him, but right now I need to take care of my wife.

“Come here.” I pull away from her slightly with the intention of getting her into a warm bath, hopeful it will help her to relax and clear her head. There’s no way we’re doing this when she’s hurting the way she is.

“Tank.” She grabs my hand to stop me, squeezing it tight as her honey-brown eyes plead with me. “Can you just… will you make me yours now?Please.” Her voice breaks as she fights back her sobs.

“Baby, are you sure?” She nods her head quickly, resting her palms on my chest.

“I just want there to be you. Nothing but you. Please. Erase everything else, Tank.”

“Of course. I’ll never deny you what you need.” I brush her hair back and kiss her forehead.

“Tell me your words.” I press my forehead to hers, our eyes locking on each other.

“Red stop. Yellow slow.”

“Good girl,” I say sweetly as I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She locks them in place and while one of my hands keeps her supported against me, the other tangles in her hair, allowing my thumb to caress the apple of her cheek. I hesitate momentarily, but any doubt about what to do next disappears with her next words.

“Kiss me, Tank. I’m yours, remember? Make me yours.” She’s simultaneously breaking my heart and putting it back together as she makes her request. The pain in her eyes that she’s asking me to replace is something I would walk through hellfire for. But instead, I do what she’s asked. I kiss my wife.

Passionately.

Possessively.

In a way I pray will heal every part of her she feels like that asshole broke.

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