Page 10 of Irredeemable

I picture this is how clumsy Sammie would have been if she had given me a blowjob at fifteen before I took her innocence. The thought of breaking in her young, inexperienced throat like I did Sammie’s virginity has me surging forward.

I twist my fingers into her hair, holding her to me as my head falls back. The warmth encased around me was a close second to a pussy, and I pretend my cock is buried deep in Sam’s. I come before I can hold it back, pushing further in as I swell, spurting thick ropes down the exquisite snugness as the muscles clench around me.

“Fuck,” I cry out when nails dig into my arms. I look down, blinking at the blonde head on my cock and not a voluptuous brunette. I pull out, and Madeline falls to her hands, coughing and gagging. She spits vehemently, a mixture of my cum and saliva smearing all over the floor.

I grimace, knowing I had pushed her too far. It will definitely be a blowjob experience she’ll never forget. Grabbing a towel off the counter, I tuck myself back into my briefs and pull my pants up. I squat in front of her, holding the towel out for her to grab.

“I’m sorry,” I say sheepishly, though I’m not sorry at all. I’ve been without a woman’s touch for months, not that I was ever desperate for it before. But an odd yearning about knowing you shouldn’t do something made you want it more.

Madeline snatches the towel from me, looking up at me with red-lined eyes and a scathing glare. She wipes her mouth and then the floor before hunching back. Her scowl doesn’t diminish as she sits there.

I scratch the back of my neck. “I am sorry, babe. It felt so good that I got carried away.” The words taste bitter on my tongue, but I swallow them down to keep my unwavering mask.

Standing, I offer a hand to help her up, which she takes before storming to the kitchen. She grabs my abandoned water and chugs it down, spitting it out over the sink.

“That was horrible, Tanner,” Madeline says hoarsely. I wonder if her throat is bruised at all, weirdly infatuated with the idea of it. Her eyes water again, and I sigh, trying to come up with an apology she would want.

“I’m sorry I ruined our first time.”

Her face softens, and her fingers clench harder around the bottle. “It’s okay. Just.. maybe we don’t do that again for a while.”

I nod, opening my arms, and she falls into them. Squeezing her gently, I kiss her temple. “I appreciate you trying, though.”

Kissing my mother on her cheeks, I nod at my father as I settle into the chair, already wishing for this brunch to be over.

“What’s Madeline up to this morning?”

I shrug. “I didn’t ask, and you didn’t tell me to bring her, Mother.”

She gives me a sharp look. “I didn’t think you had to be asked to bring your girlfriend. It’s simply implied.”

Taking a large gulp of the mimosa, I ignore her and start picking at the poached egg in front of me.

My father clears his throat. “Speaking of Madeline, we have something to discuss with you.”

The food turns to ash in my mouth, I discreetly spit it into a napkin and lean back into the chair. “I should have known this wasn't a casual breakfast with the fam.”

“The Waldorfs are a very prominent family. And while her brother is in line to inherit most of the company stocks, Madeline has a set amount to be gifted to her husband.”

Frowning, I glance between them. “Like a fucking dowry?”

My father shifts in his seat, and my mother casts a smile at the passing waiter, ensuring they know to keep quiet about whatever they hear.

“I suppose it could be taken as such,” My father explains.

Anger has my jaw aching from how hard I’m clenching my teeth as I glare back. “Are you asking or telling me?”

“Tanner, be reasonable,” My mother hisses.

Scoffing, I finish the rest of my drink and snap at the waiter to refill it before downing that, too. “Reasonable? This sounds awfully like an arrangement that neither Madeline nor I will have a choice on."

“Madeline has already agreed,” My father says.

I pause, the clingy bitch didn’t warn me about this at all. Granted, after the blowjob last weekend, she’s kept her distance more than normal. Her continuous texts gave me no hints that something was off.

“We were waiting to speak to you till we had a contract drawn up,” He continues.

“And if I say no?”

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