Page 97 of Double the Redemption

“Naughty girl.” He brushed his mouth over hers, nipping her lip, and she gasped. He guided her head back farther, exposing her neck, and nipped and sucked along the elegant line. Until she let him tattoo her, he would mark her skin any way he could.

He couldn’t wait to see his ink on her.

“Ink,” she gasped. Her body trembled.

“Do you like it when I take control, baby? Do you like knowing you’re at my mercy?” He tightened his grip on her hair, increasing the pressure.

She moaned, cheeks darkening. “Yes,” she breathed, skimming her hand under his T-shirt and running her nails over his skin.

“Is your pussy soaked for me, Naomi? Is it craving my cock again?”

She was flushed, eyes hooded and filled with desire. His cock strained against his zipper. He loved to look at her just like this. “Tell me, my dirty girl. Tell me you want my cock deep inside you, filling you up so full you’ll never be able to get the feeling of me inside you out.”

“God, Ink, yes. Yes, I want that so much. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Reliving it in my head over and over.” She shuddered and gripped his sides tight. He might have a few bruises after this, but it only made it better. “It’s like I can see and feel everything all over again. I can feel your mouth on me and the way you filled me up. How you stretched me. It’s like I’m right there again.”

Shit, that was hot. “Tell me your favorite part, Naomi. What was the part you relived the most?”

If it were possible, her skin darkened even more. A ruby red spread over her cheeks, and her eyes flitted away before coming back to his. “I … uh—” She swallowed hard, working up the courage to answer him. He simply waited, body strung tight with anticipation. “I … I kept remembering what it felt like when you were pushing inside me. The stretch and burn, and … it was just hot and exciting. But then I would remember what it felt like when you were deep inside me. Moving. I didn’t want it to stop.”

It was his turn to shudder. He was so close to the edge he was sure he was going to go insane. He wanted to give her that again. Right now.

Releasing her hair, he eased back enough to find the button of her shorts and pop it open. Her eyes widened, but she lifted her hips to help him. “I need to give you that again, baby girl,” he rasped. “But this time, you’re going to tell me everything you’re feeling so I can live it with you. So I can remember every fine detail like you.”

“Ink, we can’t do that here,” she gasped, but didn’t stop him. Her hands moved to the button of his jeans, fumbling to get it open and pull down the zipper.

“No one is going to come in here, and we’re out of sight of the windows. Let me have you, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” His mouth settled over hers, and he poured every ounce of desire rushing through him into the kiss.

He needed her to remember this. To know how crazed she made him.

He let out a deep groan when her hand snaked into his boxers, gripping his length and stroking as best she could. Her thumb grazed the lowest piercing of his ladder, and if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to embarrass himself.

He drew away to yank off her shorts and underwear, and tossed them aside. Dropping to his knees, he urged her back until her ass perched on the edge of the desk. She stared down at him wide-eyed as he braced her legs over his shoulder and dove in.

He groaned when her taste filled his mouth. He’d never get enough of this. She let out a sharp cry, gripping his hair, even as her hips arched and she ground her pussy into his face.

He loved her reactions. The sounds she made. He was in heaven.

“Ink,” she cried, her body straining and trembling as her orgasm got closer with each suction on her clit and thrust of his tongue inside her. “Please, Ink. Please.”

“I love when you beg me, baby girl,” he rasped, working two fingers inside her. He didn’t ease her into it; he thrust in and out of her as fast as the angle would allow. He loved when the pleasure took over. The dazed look, the way her breasts heaved, and the utter surrender on her face when she finally fell over the edge.

He committed it to memory because he wanted to relive the moment every damn day. Wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as he could, he dove back in. Her body bucked, shuddered, and bowed, until she finally pushed his head, trying to stop the onslaught. But he wasn’t ready yet.

“One more, baby, I need one more,” he bit out, thrusting his fingers back inside her and curling them just right as he sucked her clit.

Her sob was loud as she flew into another one. Her legs clamped around his head so tight he briefly thought she might suffocate him, but then she finally slumped back, legs falling away. “No more, Ink, I can’t,” she pleaded, weakly pushing at his head.

A part of him wanted to prove he could, but he forced himself to stop. His cock was hard, angry, ready to be inside her.

“I love when you come on my face, dirty girl.” He shoved his pants down as he stood. She was slumped over the desk, papers strewn about, and her body was flushed with pleasure.

Was it wrong of him to be pissed that he didn’t have a memory like hers so he could relive this moment over and over again? Probably, but he was going to draw it at the first opportunity.

He stepped between her sprawled legs, grabbing and lifting them, then spread her wide open for him. She moaned, gripping the edge of the desk. Rubbing the head of his cock through her soaked folds, he gritted his teeth.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you’re feeling, baby,” he bit out, lining himself up. “Let me live it with you. Leave nothing out.”

“Ink …”