Page 82 of Double the Redemption

Such a filthy mouth. Who knew she’d love that kind of thing? Or that it would drive her insane with need? But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed him.

“Please, Ink. I need more. Please. I’m so close.” The plea was desperate and unashamed.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” His voice was rough, tense, and strained. He stilled her hips, making her whimper.

“I need more. Your fingers. Anything. I need something.” She ground herself against him again. “Fuck, that feels good,” she rasped.

She drew in a sharp breath when he thrust his fingers past her small shorts and found her soaking-wet pussy. Her arousal coated her clit, and when he pinched and rubbed, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. It was so good.

Before he could say anything, she pushed her sleep shorts down, giving him more room. She arched into his fingers, and when she finally shattered, he released her. Then, he thrust his fingers into her, hard and fast, drawing every ounce of pleasure out until she was a quivering, moaning mess.

“So good, baby,” Ink rasped. His voice was tense, but he didn’t remove his fingers, leaving them still as she looked down at him with heavy eyes. “I need to taste you again this time. Feel up to trying something?”

“Trying what?”

He grinned, withdrawing his fingers and easing himself back down. “I want you to straddle my face and let me taste you again.”

She stilled. Wait, what? He wanted her to do what?

He waited patiently.

“Uhh … I don’t know how to … I’ve never done anything like that. What if Asher wakes up?”

“He’s fast asleep. If he didn’t wake up just now from hearing you, he’s not going to. All you need to do is inch your way up here and put that pretty pussy over my face. I’ll handle the rest.”

“I don’t know if I can come again, Ink. It’s been a lot today, and …”

“Baby, you’re getting in your head. This is all about making you feel good. You liked it when I ate your pussy earlier, right?”

She nodded.

“Then get that pretty ass up here and let me feast on you again.”

She hesitated then kicked off her shorts, eased over him, bracing one hand on the armrest and the other on the backrest, her pussy hovering over him.

God, what had gotten into her? Why was she doing this?

Ink’s lips surrounded her clit as his arm wrapped around her hips and tugged her down.

Oh, that was why.

Already sensitive from her first orgasm, she let out a cry that was a little louder than she intended. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth and moaned into it as Ink chuckled, the sounds vibrating through her.

His mouth was wicked, driving her quickly insane and straight into another orgasm the moment he thrust his tongue inside her, fucking her with it.

“Oh, god.” She gasped and groaned, her hips arching and grinding into his mouth.

She was vaguely worried about suffocating him, but when he held her tighter as she tried to jolt away, she guessed he didn’t care about dying today.

Finally, he eased off, and her body fell forward, exhausted and jellylike. She had the presence of mind to arch her hips back so she was sitting on his upper chest.

He rubbed his face against her thigh and grinned, his face soaked.

“Fucking perfect, baby.” He ran a soothing hand over her bare hip and outer thigh.

“I thought I was going to suffocate you.”

“Best way to die, if you ask me. And I want you to potentially kill me as often as you want.”