Page 92 of Redd

Her nails raked down my chest, groping and feeling. She touched every muscle, every thick cord and ripple.

Grinding my hips up, her mound pressed down and rolled against my cock. A wave of fire spread up through my chest, heating me to the core.

This was my woman, mine and only mine.

I could feel her in my body, in all my bones, in every vein and nerve. I couldn't stop thinking about her, I couldn't get her out of my fucking head.

And I tried.

I tried to talk myself out of what I was about to do. I tried to convince myself that my sister was more important than this one woman. I rationalized the idea of running, just picking up everything and disappearing like I had always done.

I couldn't. Everything about it was wrong.

My inner voice was weakened, it was snuffed out and smothered. Bijou was worth my life just as much as Vicki.

Love was a fucked up thing. It gave you choices and ultimatums. It had tried to put both of them on a scale and force me to see who had more value.

There was nothing fair about it, but life wasn't fair. It was my turn to even everything out, to right all the wrongs in our lives.

Straddling my waist in a pair of panties, Bijou's hands swept in and held my cheeks, forcing me to look into her eyes. “I'm right here, Redd, and this is where I belong. You know that right?”

Her eyes flickered, saturated with truth. I wanted to tell her I knew that, I wanted her to know that I would never let her leave.

But my voice was gone, my brain unable to create words. If I said one more thing to her, I knew I'd fucking lose it.

Pushing my lips back to hers, I said everything I had to in that kiss. It told her that I knew, it told her that I was here, and it told her she was worth it all.

Holding her waist, I flipped us over, laying her on her back. Her legs curled up, crossing over each other as her hands fell up above her head.

She was stunning. An angel that had been dropped into my life to save me. I needed this woman as much as she needed me. There was no denying it.

Tearing at the button on my jeans, it broke free and my cock exhaled in relief. Biting her lip, her waist shifted, saturated in sweltering desire. I could see the heat growing between her legs, creating a dark wet spot in the center of her panties.

Pulling out my cock, I stroked it from base to tip. Her eyes watched me as I touched myself. And I fucking loved it.

Flicking her panties to the side, her pussy was wet, glistening under the soft glow of the lamp. Running my finger up her slit, her body contorted as she groaned. Her hands tangled into her hair, loosening the bun, her skin flushed and muscles quivered.

The sweetest scent of temptation engulfed my senses, turning me into a feral animal. My cock had a heartbeat, throbbing against my palm as I stroked up and down.

“Come here,” she breathed out, tongue tempting the opening as her lips parted. “Come closer.”

Lowering my chest to hers, her hard beads tickled over my skin, making my cock ache with unbearable need. Pressing my length to her entrance, her body sucked me in.

Soft and warm, her walls milked my hard muscle, sending my stomach into knots. Grunting, I slid in further, savoring every second of pleasure. Bijou arched her back high, groaning and inviting me in as her thighs butterflied open, falling onto the bed.

The only sounds between us were lips suckling and flesh on flesh. Speech had transformed from audible to physical.

Sucking her tit, I gently rolled her nipple between my teeth. Driving her head back. Her nails found the back of my skull and clutched my hair.

It was fucking hot as hell to see her lose herself this way. Her chest expanded in rapid bursts, her skin was hot and slick from sweat, shining like she had been painted with oil. Bijou glistened like porcelain, she looked breakable, like a thin sheet of glass.

She's not broken, she's glowing.

This wasn't the same woman I had found anymore. Her pieces were mending, her life taking shape. And I was handing it all back to her on a silver platter.

“Mm,” Moaning, she clamped her legs against my hips and met my pace, thrusting her body against mine.

I could feel her getting closer to reaching that high. Her thighs had begun to shake, chest rising and falling with spastic breaths. Sharp teeth tugged on her bottom lip as she did her best to hold in the scream that was building in her vocal cords.

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