Page 9 of Irredeemable

Tanner steps away, dragging his gaze down my body and back to my face. “They might think I would be willing to throw away a good thing for a cheap one-night thrill.”

Dean sips his drink, not hiding his smirk. I hear a few chuckles around us, and I know everyone is watching the exchange. Humiliation burns through me, and my dress suddenly feels too tight against my hypersensitive skin. My tongue feels heavy and dry as I blink, processing the full extent of his words.

“Right, we wouldn’t want them to think that. After all, I've been there, done that.” I grip the stem of my flute tighter, unimpressed with my retort. It was weak, but I was temporarily stunned by Tanner’s attitude.

Dean laughs, clapping Tanner on his shoulder. “At least you were memorable, man.”

Tanner smirks, his dark eyes narrowing at me. “Oh, it was definitely memorable. And it’s why I would never give up the chance with Madeline for some used pussy. I’m sure her virgin cunt will be as tight as yours was alongtime ago.”

Something in my chest aches and cracks, and my hand moves before I can catch up to what I’m doing. The rest of my champagne splashes over his face, some drops splattering onto Dean and the surrounding men as they step away. Tanner wipes off his face, glowering at me.

“Go fuck yourself, Tanner. According to your girlfriend and her friends, you’re good at that.”

I push the glass into Dean’s hands and stalk away. Grabbing my coat from the designated area, I call an Uber and go home. For once, I was thankful for my somewhat lower social status allowing me to slip out without interruption.

Tanner

Crackingmynecktothe side, I shrug off my jacket once we are inside the apartment. Thankfully, Dean had a spare shirt with him for me to change into after the scene that Sam had caused. Madeline was oblivious, as always, that anything happened, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“Well, tonight was a success. I’m sure my mother is happy,” I tell her over my shoulder, moving to the kitchen to grab water.

“Are you…happy?” Her trembling voice has me pausing to look back at her. Her fingers twist in front of her dress as she stares at me with a reproachful expression.

“Yes?” I say carefully, unsure where she is going with this.

Madeline exhales loudly before walking over to me. “I want to try something.”

I raise an eyebrow; her hands shake as she pulls up her dress and kneels before me. My cock hardens at the sight of her golden hair shining down her back and her expensive dress spread out on the floor.

“Madeline?”

Her eyes close briefly before she opens them again, determination shining bright. She reaches up and unbuckles my belt, pulls it through the loops, and tosses it away from us. She pops open the button of my pants and drags the zipper down. I’m so hard that the material is bulging as she runs over the raised material.

She swallows, licking her lips as she tugs my pants down my thighs and then curls her fingers in the waistband of my briefs.

Madeline gasps when my briefs fall far enough that my thick cock springs out. She leans away from it, staring with wide eyes.

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I hold it straight for her. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Go ahead and give it a lick.”

Her tongue peeks out, running around the crown of my cock. I groan, I have missed the feel of a woman’s mouth.

“Give me your hand,” I instruct her, showing her how to hold onto my hardened length. I demonstrate how to squeeze it tight enough and stroke me.

We do that for a moment, Madeline tentatively switching from licking at the tip and pumping my cock with her insecure hold.

“Suck me into your mouth at the same time you jack me off.” I rock my hips toward her face in a soft command.

Madeline’s thin lips form around my head, suckling on me gently. I try to press in further, and she pulls back nervously.

“You gotta relax.”

“I’m trying,” she snaps before exhaling. “Sorry.”

I reach down, tucking her hair behind her ear, and give her a reassuring smile. “You’re doing good. Get out of your head.”

She nods and leans forward, pumping my cock in her hand as she opens wider and sucks me halfway into her mouth.

I hiss out a curse, closing my eyes as I imagine the hands and hot mouth are someone else. The small scrap of her teeth has me wincing, but I ignore it, resting my hand on her head as she tries to figure out a rhythm.

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