Redeem (Whiskey Run Heroes 2)

I shake my head. “I’m not…”

He leans forward and rests his head on my stomach. “You are. You’re so beautiful.” He lifts his head and looks up at me. “And you deserve more than me and what I can give you.”

I squeeze his shoulders. “I’ve dreamt about this forever, John. I would give anything to be in your arms, to be yours. We’re not in Whiskey Run, and no one has to know—I won’t even tell Jenna if that’s what you want—but please don’t push me away. I need you.”

His voice is brusque and his fingers flex into my skin almost painfully. “I need you too.”

He pulls me closer and runs his hand around my back to cup my panty-covered ass. I’m pulled up against him, and my nipples pebble as he runs his lips across my belly and up my abdomen.

His hands go into the side of my panties, and he pulls them down my hips and my legs. I step out of them, and as soon as I do, he pulls me to him, and I straddle him. His hard length hits me right at the core, and I wish that he didn’t have his shorts on still.

He suckles my breast, and my hips buck against him. Everywhere he touches me, I feel it so intensely my whole body starts to shake. “John…” I groan.

He pulls back, panting. He stands up with me on his lap, turns, and lays me on the bed before covering my body with his. He kisses up my body, and when we’re face to face, I hold my breath, waiting for his kiss. He cups my cheek and stares down at me. The television flickers, dark, light, and dark again.

Our faces are inches apart, and his hot breath hits my cheek. “Are you sure about this, Madison? Are you sure… about me?”

I smile. “Am I sure I want you to have your way with me? Absolutely.”

He still hesitates, and I open my legs, letting him fit between my thighs. “Don’t make me beg.”

He shakes his head as his hips rotate, his manhood pulsating against me. “I know I shouldn’t do this. You deserve more than me and what I can give… but fuck, baby, I’m not strong enough. I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”

I lean up until our lips meet. I kiss him briefly and pull back. “I’m yours, John. For as long as you want me.”

He grunts and presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from soft nips to hard, open-mouthed heat in an instant. His hands trail up and down my body and then rest on my hips. He holds me against him. I don’t even try to stop my hips from rotating against him.

I reach between us and try to slide my hands down the front of his shorts. He stops me and pulls them down before settling on top of me again. He pulls back, breathless.

“I want to taste you.”

He sounds so hungry for it, and I merely nod as he crawls down my body, kissing along the way.

When the scruff of his beard rubs across my thighs, I jerk on contact. He plants small kisses along my thighs across my mound and finally, fuckin’ finally, he puts his mouth right where I need it most.

I put my hand into his hair and grasp, holding him to me. “Yes.” I moan as he flicks his tongue across my clit. He grunts but doesn’t stop or let up. He keeps licking and sucking, and all I can do is squirm underneath him. One of his arms goes across my hips and the other between my legs. His finger pushes inside my depths, and I’m so wet and slick for him, the sound of it fills the air around us. “John,” I moan. “Please, please...”

He stops, and I push his head back down. “No, don’t stop.”

He chuckles before he wraps his lips around my swollen bundle of nerves. The pleasure intensifies, and he pumps his finger in and out of me. My body heats, my heart is racing, and I push my feet on the bed, lifting my hips to him. “Give it to me, Madison. I want you to come on my lips and then I’m going to lick you clean.”

And just like that, every muscle in my body pulls tight. The orgasm rolls quick and hard through my body, and I groan as he keeps licking. It’s torture, but of the sweetest kind.

He crawls up my body until I feel his erection between my thighs. He grips himself, pushing through my folds. I’m so wet he slides back and forth, and when his tip hits my clit, my body starts to convulse again. I pry my eyes open, and he’s watching me with a smile on his face. “I love to watch you come.”