Page 88 of Twisted Redemption

“Wait.”

She turns. “What?”

To be honest, I don’t even know why I stopped her. I just hate being without her. Leaning down, I capture her mouth in another kiss. My arms wrap around her waist, although I don’t press her against me considering Angel is in the way.

Brooke moans. When Angel starts squirming, she lets her jump to the floor. And as Brooke wraps her arms around my neck, I feel her body melt into mine.

I love you. I know you’re not ready for me to say it, but I fucking love you, Brooke Hendricks.

The kiss turns more desperate. Her fingers fist my hair, and I groan out her name. It eggs her on, and she slides her tongue into my mouth. She holds my head in place as she explores me, as my tongue caresses hers.

I’ve never been that much of a fan when it comes to tongue. Turns out, it just needed to be Brooke for me to be desperate for more.

I let her keep control for a few more seconds before grabbing her wrists and pulling them above her head. Holding them there with one hand, I wrap the other around her throat. Then I pull away to look at her.

Fuck. She’s perfect.

She tries to lean forward and kiss me again, but I hold her in place. Something flashes in her eyes as she tries again.

This time, I crush my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth as I squeeze her neck lightly. When I push her back to the couch, she almost trips, too focused on me to pay attention to her footing.

“Kneel on the couch,” I say. My voice is low and thick with lust. For her. For my Brooke. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over the shock that I can finally have all of her—even if it’s only for a little while.

She does as I say, facing away from me, and I shove her forward until she’s grabbing onto the back cushions of the couch. Then I trace a single finger down her spine, slowly, before bending down and kissing the small of her back. She shivers as I drag her panties down her leg.

“Do you want me, Daisy?” I murmur, beginning a trail of lazy kisses up her back and pushing her dress up her body until it’s bunched below her shoulders.

“You know the answer to that,” she pants.

“I want to hear you say it.” One of my hands palms her ass.

She groans. “I want you. Please, Blaze. I want you.”

“How badly?” My lips reach the base of her neck, and I give her skin one last kiss before straightening. Then I trace the outside of her vulva lightly.

She whimpers. “Blaze.”

Dropping to my knees, I say, “How many times have you thought of me over the years? How many times have you touched yourself while you wished it was me?”

“Every night,” she whispers.

Fuck me. For a second, I stare at her perfect ass, unsure I heard her correctly. Then I give her clit a single lick before saying, “Same.”

She jumps at my touch. I hold her hips as I lick her again, drawing a circle around her clit but not giving her the satisfaction she wants. She moans into the couch cushions as I repeat the action.

When I finally give her what she wants, she reaches back to try to touch me, but I grab her wrist and pin it to her back. Her hips move back as she tries to seek more friction. I give it to her, circling her clit with my tongue.

I wasn’t lying. The first time I fantasized about Brooke, I felt guilty. But after I gave in once, I couldn’t stop myself. I imagined how she’d look on her knees with my cock buried down her throat. How her moans would sound. How she’d scream my name as she came around my dick.

Giving her pleasure is already a dream come true. But watching her watch me? Seeing the pure want in her eyes? Fucking heaven. Like it’s too good to be true.

I just hope it’s not.

I slide two fingers into her, pressing them against her g-spot while teasing her clit. It doesn’t take long before she’s a whimpering mess, practically fucking herself on my fingers.

“Blaze,” she gasps as I add more pressure. “Blaze, you... oh fuck.”

As she cries out, she buries her face in the cushions. Her hips buck, and I release her clit, still driving my fingers in and out of her. I continue as she rides out her orgasm until she’s panting and quivering.

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