Page 88 of Double the Redemption

Her cries into his mouth spurred him on.

Her nails scored his skin, heightening the sensations even further.

The couch creaked with each thrust, but neither of them cared. Too wrapped up in each other as they moved together. His piercings rubbed her inner walls in a way that had her rushing toward orgasm faster.

“Ink,” she gasped, desperation filling her eyes as she drew in gulping breaths. “Please, please, please.”

“That’s it, baby,” he gritted out, moving faster and harder, his orgasm barreling down. “Fuck, yes, baby, that’s it, grip my cock so tight.” He put his hand between them, rolling her clit with his thumb as he kept talking. “My dirty girl, you’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you? You’re going to take every last drop I give you. Fill you up until you’re so full you’re spilling out over me, making a mess. Oh, fuck. Yes, Naomi, just like that. Your pussy is milking me, begging for every last drop, isn’t it? Fuck, yes, baby, come all over my cock.”

Burying her face in his shoulder, she tried to muffle her cries as her orgasm overtook her. She bit into the hollow of his neck, and that was it.

He was finished. His orgasm swept through him, and he barely had the presence of mind to press his face into the cushion to muffle his own groans. They shuddered and strained with the sensations until they finally collapsed, gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat.

He lifted his head, inspecting her. Her eyes were closed, her face slack, a small smile on her lips. “Baby, are you all right?” he rasped.

“Mm-hmm.” She said it lazily, lightly, lashes barely fluttering.

He smiled, unable to help himself. “You’re sure? No bad thoughts? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“You were perfect,” she breathed. Then she drifted off, asleep with him still inside her.

He didn’t move for a long moment, watching her and taking her in. Reveling in the knowledge that she felt safe enough to be like this. With him.

He was falling for her, and he didn’t ever want to stop.

After leaving a gentle kiss on her lips, he eased from her. She made a soft sound but didn’t wake. He slipped on his sleep pants and hurried to the bathroom to find a washcloth to clean himself up, then headed out to do the same for her.

She woke at the contact but didn’t move, just watched him with hooded eyes. “I need to go back to bed and check on Asher,” she murmured. “But I really want to sleep out here with you. I’m not ready for it to be over yet.”

“I’ll check on him, baby. You sleep.” She sighed and was asleep again, then barely woke when he dressed her in one of the shirts from his bag.

After checking on Asher, he went back to the couch, scooped her up, and lay down with her on top of him. She snuggled into him, her soft breath brushing his neck.

It was the best night’s sleep he’d ever had. He planned to have many more now that she was his.

33

NAOMI

Being woken up by your son while sleeping on top of the man who gave you some of the best orgasms of your life was not on her bingo card. Especially not when Asher asked, “Mama, why you oot here?”

She bolted upright, panic filling her, and her knee connected with Ink’s balls.

The gasping, honking sound Ink made would have been funny any other time, but the only thing she could do was stare at her toddler son, who was tilting his head, with a stuffie clutched in his arms.

She’d fallen asleep on Ink.

Her thighs were sticky with cum, and her body was sore and tender.

“I’m sorry, baby, Mama didn’t mean to fall asleep out here,” she rushed out, ignoring Ink’s gagging and wheezing. She climbed off him, careful to keep his shirt covering her, then picked up Asher and smiled at him while trying to keep her legs clenched and not drip cum on the carpet. “Mama’s gonna run to the bathroom, okay? Can you stay out here while Ink makes you breakfast?”

Ink wheezed out an agreement.

“Yeah. I wa’ ’cakes,” Asher declared, clapping as she set him down. She rushed down the hall, clenching her core with every muscle, but almost lost it when Ink let out a sharp groan and more gagging.

“Oops,” Asher said. “S’wy, Ink. Owie?”

Ink was getting a full wake-up call this morning. She wanted to feel bad, but she couldn’t quite manage it. He wanted to stick around, so he’d have to embrace his first real morning.