Children of Redemption (Children of Vice 3)

“Are you toying with me?” he asked.

I rolled my hips, and his eyes closed as he swallowed slowly, exhaling through his nose.

“Me? Toying with you? Never,” I replied, but before I could get another word out, he flipped me back onto my back and pulled out of me…I shivered at the sudden the loss of him.

He hovered over me like a wolf about to devour his prey.

“I was trying to be gentle, but obviously you’re out to drive me mad,” he said through deep breaths…sweat rolling down the side of his face.

“When did I ask for gentle?” I arched my back, brushing my hands over his chest. “Don’t hold back, Wyatt…make me see stars.”

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, and the way he glared, the way he spoke…how could I not listen? There was barely any space on the couch and between our bodies, but I turned onto my stomach, rising up to get onto all fours. He rubbed my ass slowly, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I had no idea what he was about to do, but my heart was racing with excitement at the possibilities.

“Tell me to stop.” That was all he said, so I wasn’t sure what he meant until—

SLAP.

“Ah…” My mouth dropped, and my eyes went wide, my voice caught in my throat. He slapped me. It had only just registered when…

SLAP.

It was like electricity shot through me. My whole body trembled.

SLAP.

“Wy…” My vision blurred, I was so wet for him…I…

SLAP.

The force of his hand on my ass had me moaning like a whore. I wanted more.

“Tell me to stop,” he said again.

“No.”

And he didn’t stop. In rapid succession, he slapped my ass until I couldn’t handle it…the pleasure and the pain made my knees weak. I couldn’t help but collapse onto the couch. He brushed my hair to the side, kissing the side of my face…whispering into my ear. “Don’t wimp out on me now…I’m only getting started.”

I couldn’t speak. There wasn’t anything I could say. I merely closed my eyes as he left soft butterfly-like kisses all over my shoulders and down my spine. How did I get this lucky? Why was this happening now? How could I make sure this never stopped? I thought to myself when all of a sudden—

He made it down my thighs and I shifted onto my side. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, spread my lips, and started licking my pussy—oh my god!

“Oh!”

“You’re so wet you’re dripping...,” he moaned against me, holding on tight as he licked and sucked. My breathing was all kinds of fucked up, and I couldn’t help but move against his mouth. I was on fire…I was fighting the urge to come right there and then…but I didn’t want to be the only one this…hot.

“WYATT!” I cried out as I came.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I

pulled away from him. He glanced up at me, no longer licking, and breathed deeply.

“Excuse you…I was eating there.” The son of the bitch was grinning, not a hint of shame anywhere on his face.

“Let me help you,” I replied, getting back onto him, this time with his cock in my face and my pussy in his. He was rock hard, his cock even twitching eagerly. I took it into my hands and kissed the tip before running my tongue slowly down the full length of his cock.

“Fuck!” he moaned, which was more than enough reason for me to keep going. Closing my eyes, I used my tongue to run circles over him and then took him into my mouth. The moment I did, he ate me out all over again.

Faster.