Page 86 of Double the Redemption

“All you have to do is what feels good, baby. Explore me and figure out what feels best. When you feel good, I feel good too. You can play with the piercings, but be gentle. Yeah, like that,” he croaked as her hand moved slowly up until it reached the first ladder, and she carefully ran her thumb over it.

The sensations were intense, and his head fell back on his shoulders.

Heaven and hell. This was a mixture, and one of the best there was.

“Does that feel good?” she murmured, and he looked down at her. The sight before him was almost too much.

She was on her knees on the couch, the blanket forgotten, her other hand wrapping around the underside of his cock and wiping away at the pre-cum with her thumb. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulder, resting lightly above her hard nipple, and her pussy taunted him.

“Perfect,” he croaked. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

Her lips curved at the praise, and he wasn’t sure how he didn’t buckle. This woman would have him on his knees soon.

She stroked him, playing with each piercing, tracing them, learning them. Sweat clung to his forehead and slid down his back with every second he strained to maintain control.

Control that nearly shattered when she looked up at him and asked, “Can I taste you, Ink?”

She really was trying to kill him, and all he could do was nod, unable to speak, for fear he’d snap and do something to scare her.

Her eyes brightened, and she added, “You’ll have to help me do it the way you like, but I’m a quick learner. This whole memory thing will come in handy for remembering everything later.”

With that, she slowly drew the head of his cock into her mouth. The hot, wet suction of her lips had his hand coming down to curl into her hair. He needed the anchor. Something to keep from thrusting deeper into her mouth and fucking it.

He groaned, too gone to care who heard. “That’s it, baby girl, you’re doing so good,” he panted, straining to hold back as she took him deeper and more slowly, her tongue tracing along the metal piercings.

Her movements were unsure for a few minutes, testing, until she finally found a rhythm. One that set a steady pace as she studied him, waiting for clues about what he wanted.

“That’s it, Naomi, keep sucking me down,” he gritted out, tugging her hair to guide her. “That’s it, just a little harder. Fuck, yes, just like that. Your mouth is perfect, baby. Fucking perfect.”

She hummed at the praise, and he shuddered. “Baby girl, I’m not going to last much longer if you do that again.”

He cursed when the wicked glint reflected back at him, and her lips stretched as she took more of him, increasing her suction and using her hand in tandem with her mouth.

“Fuck. You want my cum, baby girl?”

She hummed again.

“You want me to give it all to you, fill up your belly? Do you want to be my greedy girl who wants her man’s cum?” He moved his hips a little faster, a little harder, pressing deeper, but she didn’t fight him. Her hands came up to his thighs, holding tight as she sucked harder. “My dirty girl. That’s it, suck hard for me. I’m going to come down your throat very soon, baby, so you better be ready. Want you too fucking much. Fuck!” he bit out when she hollowed her cheeks, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

He had the presence of mind not to let her choke, but it was close. His hips moved fast, unable to hold back while he fucked her face, her whimpers filling the space as he came in her mouth. Her mouth and throat worked to swallow every last drop, and the sensations only dragged on, ensuring the pleasure was overwhelming.

Finally, easing out of her mouth, he was able to think. Naomi looked a little dazed but not afraid.

“Are you all right, baby?” he rushed out, worried he’d hurt her. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so⁠—”

“No, no,” she rasped, wiping her mouth. Then she smiled. It was a shy smile, but he’d take it over fear any day. “That was hot. I didn’t think I’d like doing that, but with you … it was good. I liked seeing you lose control.” Her thighs shifted slightly, and he felt immense satisfaction knowing he’d made her feel so needy.

“Did it make you wet to suck my cock, baby girl?” he rasped, watching her.

Her face flamed, and she looked away.

“Naomi, look at me.” She slowly turned back to him. “That’s my good girl. You need to feel comfortable enough to talk to me, baby. Never hide your reactions from me. There is no shame.” He watched for any signs of discomfort then trailed a finger down her belly until he hit her mound, giving her a moment to tell him no, but she simply arched her hips, encouraging him. He moved lower, reaching her folds, and smirked at the arousal coating his fingers.

His semi-hard cock jerked, already willing to go another round, so desperate for her once more.

“Ink,” she breathed, thighs parting as he rimmed her entrance.

“My needy girl. You’re soaked. Sucking my cock made you want more, didn’t it? Tell me, Naomi. Tell me what sucking my cock did.”