Page 71 of Redd

“You smell sweet,” he said, his breath rolling over my clit as he groaned. “Fuck, I can't wait to taste you.” Parting his lips, Redd worked his fingers in towards my sex and pulled my folds apart. “You're so wet, you're fucking dripping.”

Shaky thighs twitched, tempting to clamp around his ears. No one has ever been down there like that before. Even Diablo never explored my lower half. He used me for a release of his own, not once had he ever tried to pleasure me.

Blowing cool air across my pussy, he drew small circles over my clit with a single finger. Staring at my sex, he looked mesmerized, and for a brief second I felt vulnerable and fully aware that I was naked with a man's head between my legs.

Temptation to cover myself itched down my arms, and I found myself walking my fingers closer to my sex, eager to hide.

Throwing a hand up, Redd stopped me from moving lower, refusing to let me block his view. “No fucking way, I'm not letting you hide from me.”

His warm tongue lapped my needy button and my body jerked from the wave of electricity that shot up through my muscles. The embarrassment faded instantly, lost to a delirious surrender I couldn't fight.

“Oh lord. . .” I barely got the words out, before I was forced by an unknown power to bite my lip and slam my head back into the mattress.

Holy shit, what the fuck is that?

The feeling that hit me was intense. It was pleasure and lust, it was tingles and warmth. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I let it take charge. There was no stopping it and I didn't want to. Every nerve in my body was in hyper-drive, warping and throbbing.

The sensation kept climbing, leaving my head in the dust, and slapping away my thoughts. I only had room in my brain for one thing—Redd and his magic tongue.

My legs attempted to shut again, but he pushed them down, opening me wide. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he sucked my clit into his mouth, and laid his tongue flat on the surface to lick me clean.

Growling, Redd got on his knees and ripped his shirt up over his head. The insatiable need to touch him came over me, I didn't care where I touched, so long as I could feel him.

Reaching my hands out, I stroked his firm abs, tracing each and every marble stepping stone. His skin was riddled in tattoos, with thick, bold lines that create a giant tree up his ribs and around his middle.

Tracing the cracked bark, I could see letters and words, but I couldn't read them. My mind was too drunk on what he was doing to me that I couldn't focus. Whatever the tree said was a blur, smoldering under glistening skin and heavy breaths.

Metal teeth pierced the air as he tore his zipper down and kicked off his jeans. I wanted to feel his skin against mine, the warmth of our bodies together, the weight of him pressing down on me.

Stretching my arms up, I crudely grabbed his shoulders and tugged him down. “Enough of the teasing, Redd. You said I was yours, so make me yours.”

His boxers were tented and I could feel his hard erection as it pressed against my hot center. Pulling his hips back, the fabric peeled away from my skin, dark and wet from my heat.

I had never experienced this much sexual arousal before. I felt greedy and hungry, like his body was food and I'd die of starvation if he didn't feed me soon.

Wriggling free from his boxers, Redd lowered onto me, and trapped my shoulders between his arms. His gaze was fixed, the amber glow anchored on mine, hawkish and bold. Curling his arms under my neck, he pulled me into his chest and nuzzled his face into my shoulder.

The tip of his cock touched my entrance and I shuddered. Wrapping me tighter, his hips pushed forward, burying his length into my pussy.

Stilling above me, Redd groaned, cock throbbing and hard as my walls stretched to fit him inside. His fingers twined into my hair, tugging my head back to make room for his mouth. Biting my neck, he pulled his cock out to the ridge of his crown, then drove back in.

My stomach fastened tight and my legs gripped his waist, trying to keep me in place. Pistoning his hips, he slipped in and out, going deeper and deeper until I could feel him touch my lower belly.

“Mm,” I moaned, giving myself to the moment, to the feelings, to him. I felt good, I felt alive. “Oh, Redd, mm.” Nipping his lobe, I scratched his spine, feeling the muscles in his back as they turned rigid.

“You're mine,” he said, whispering into my ear. “Mine.” His hips slammed in deep. “Mine.” His cock thickened, driving in fast. “Mine.” Fingers pulled my hair. “Mine.” His teeth bit my shoulder, sending a sharp pain down my arm.

Exhaling an audible gasp, I groaned from all the pleasure coursing through me.“I'm yours, Redd. I've been waiting for you to come find me.” And as I said the words, I could feel them. In the darkness of the closet, I always knew that I was waiting for something.

The right time. The right moment. The right person.

Here he was. And I was more than willing to give myself to him in every way.

Thrusting in, thrusting out, thrusting in, thrusting out, Redd had his rhythm, and I found mine. Meeting his pace, my hips bucked and my chest burned.

I was gone. My head had jumped into a forbidden world of good and evil. Redd was not a good a man, he was a thief. But this thief had a heart of gold, he had saved me.

I could see past the tiny devil on his shoulder and into the light he held inside.

The orgasm tingled in my stomach forcing my muscles to tighten and my brain to swell. I stopped breathing, holding in the all the air I could as hot sparks surged through my insides, making me melt underneath him.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, fingers pushing away the hair from my face. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No, don't stop, don't stop.” Shaking my head, I kissed him to keep him right here, right with me, and not let him go back to that place where he wanted to question if I was alright.

I didn't want him to look at me and see the girl he had found.

I wanted him to open his eyes and see the woman he was rebuilding.

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