Page 13 of Irredeemable

I smile, unable to say anything in agreement since I knew Rob had gotten his dick wet just hours before marrying thelove of his life.The same anger from earlier came back, knowing he had fucked my girl again. Sammie didn’t do the same man twice, and I had hoped to break that streak. But she broke her rule for fucking Rob, and it pissed me off. What was so fucking special about him? Nothing, considering she had a smile on her face as he stood up there on the altar and married someone else. He hadn’t even spared Sammie a glance the entire reception.

Catching Madeline as she tries to walk past me into the kitchen, I pull her into my chest. I kiss her, enjoying when her body slumps into me. “Have you thought about the type of wedding you want?”

Her breath catches, and she nods slowly. “Yeah, I have a whole binder.”

“Hmm. That doesn’t surprise me. And how about your perfect groom? What does he look like?” I ask, kissing down her neck as she shudders.

“He’s… handsome,” She says breathlessly.

I hum into her skin, running my hands up her back and to the top of her dress. “What else?”

“He’s… kind.” She gasps when I start to unzip, smirking at her answer. I was the furthest thing from kind. In fact, I was only interested in eating her pussy right now because I was annoyed with Sammie. If there was one regret I had in life, it was the fact I had never tasted her before we fucked.

Pushing off her dress, it pools at her feet, and I step back to admire the white strapless bra and matching panties she has on. I raise a brow and give her a teasing grin.

“White. Who would have thought?”

She blushes. “Stop. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

I trace a light fingertip between her breasts and down to her navel, curling my finger into the band of panties and pulling her to me.

“How about I make you feel good?”

“Tanner…”

“Maddie,” I taunt her back and skim my hand to her ass, cupping it gently. “With my mouth only,” I whisper into her ear.

“Okay,” she says hesitantly. I don’t let her change her mind, I bend down and throw her over my shoulder. “Tanner!”

When we cross my bedroom, I throw her onto my mattress and follow her down. I pry her legs open and kiss the inside of her thighs. Madeline freezes, her body stiff, and I look up at her eyes squeezed close.

“Madeline, look at me. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

Her blue eyes stare down at me, and she nods. I grin with selfish satisfaction that she trusts me when she shouldn’t.

I gently kiss her thigh again, and she exhales loudly. Following a path up the inner part between her core and leg, I pause for her to stop it. When she doesn’t, I press a kiss on her pussy directly. She jerks slightly, and my hands come up to hold onto her thighs.

I kiss the most intimate part of her again before pressing into the wet material and sucking it into my mouth. She gasps, and I can taste the beginnings of her flavor.

Sliding a hand up her thigh, I move her panties to the side and expose her to me. Dark blonde curls sit at the top of her small mound, making it obvious that only her bikini line gets trimmed. I pry her pussy open with my fingers, red glistening warmth making my mouth water.

It was similar to how Sammie’s looked on the videos I saved on my phone. The difference was that hers was completely waxed. With a groan, I devour her cunt, imagining the trembling legs at my ears with a more golden hue and the moaning voice with a raspier tone.

“Oh god,” Madeline cries out, her fingers clenching in the sheets as I suck onto her clit gently before flicking it with my tongue. I was tempted to push a finger in her, see how tight she really was, but I didn’t want to try my luck any further. Madeline’s pussy didn’t really taste like anything; it meant she probably showered multiple times a day, and that was kind of disappointing. I wanted my pussy to taste like pussy, and she tasted like nothing, unmemorable. As dull as her life and personality.

When her nails dug into my scalp, she lets out a screech that rivals a banshee. I pull back as her body arches and then slumps back on the bed. Sweat beads on her chest, but couldn’t be fully appreciated because her breasts were still covered.

“You okay?” I teased, my thumb stroking her thigh.

She nods, trying to catch her breath and fanning her flushed face. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her teeth dug into her thin lips. “Tanner?”

“Hmm?” I sit up, righting her panties back into place.

“I think… I think I’m ready.”

I blink and then ask, confused. “Ready? For what?”

Her nose wrinkles, and she looks away. “Ready for you.. to you know—take it.”

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