Page 87 of Double the Redemption

She swallowed hard, mustering the courage to answer. Finally, she whispered, “Yes. It made me wet again.”

“Just from sucking my cock?”

“That and … and the dirty talk. I really liked that.” Her cheeks were fire red now, and he fucking loved it.

“Did me calling you a dirty girl desperate for my cum make you wet? Mmm, I think it did.” He eased a finger inside her, and she gasped, arching into him and falling back against the couch to give him more room. “You’re so wet for me, Naomi.” He slid a second finger inside, stretching her.

“Ink.” Her inner walls clamped and rippled around him, already drawing closer to an orgasm.

“You’re dripping for me, Naomi. All this sweet honey is just for me. Do you want me to feast on you again? Taste all of it?”

She began to pant. “I … No, I want you. Inside me this time.”

He stilled. “Do you know what you’re asking, Naomi?” He eased his fingers from her, and she whimpered at the loss.

“Ink, please.” Her hand moved toward her center, like she was desperate for relief, but he stopped her.

“Uh-uh, you’re not touching your pussy to get yourself off. That’s mine. Now, I want you to tell me what you want, baby. Do you know what you’re offering to me? Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“I need you, Ink. I need all of you. I can’t predict the future, but I’m willing to give it a try. Please.”

“Naomi, I won’t let you go. You’ll be mine for as long as we both want it. Once I’m inside you, you’re mine. There will be no one else. It will be my cock inside you, filling you up every time. Marking you as mine.”

She shuddered. “Ink, please. I know what I want. I want you. I know what it means. I’ve been thinking about it all night.” She leaned in, her mouth brushing his. “I need you, Ink. Only you. You make me feel safe. Seen. Wanted. You’re the only man I want in my bed. Or on the couch, I guess. Please, Ink. Ease the ache inside me. Show me what I’ve been missing until I found you.”

Any control he had snapped.

Her. He needed her. He wanted her. He was finally going to make her his.

His mouth on hers, they fell back onto the couch, devouring each other until he finally forced himself away, pressed her legs open as far as they could go, and lined himself up with her entrance. Studying her, he needed to make sure she was ready for this. Ready for him.

“Ink, please,” she breathed, eyes shining with desire.

“Last chance, Naomi,” he gritted.

“No more chances, Ink. I need you inside me. Now.”

“I don’t have any condoms here, baby. I’m clean, but I don’t think I can stop to get one.”

“I’ve got a birth control implant. I made sure to get one as soon as they got me away. I didn’t want to risk them finding me and trying again.”

Some of his desire turned to anger at the thought of what she’d told him, then the heat of her channel surrounded him as she pressed down, gasping when the head of his cock slipped inside.

“Fuck,” he rasped, eyes slamming shut as her cunt gripped him. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Naomi panted, moaning, and she gripped his bicep by her head. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“No, baby, I’m not going to stop.”

Finally, finally, after a few more seconds, he was fully seated inside her, joined. Filling her and making him feel complete.

Like the piece he was missing just fell into place.

Her. He’d always been missing her.

All other women faded away, and she was the only one who mattered. The only one he saw.

Pressing his mouth to hers, needing a full connection, he moved, alternating his thrusts until he found the pace that was just right.