Page 91 of Sweet Redemption

“Yes, you can,” I growl and bite down on that pouty lip like I’ve wanted to all night.

Hell, all my life.

“Come on my cock, baby. Come now,” I demand and thrust up as I pull her down.

Serena tenses around me as tremors rack her beautiful body, and her tight, hot cunt squeezes the life out of me. I slow my thrusts, fucking her through her orgasm, dragging it out until she’s soft and pliable and whimpering in my arms. My hands mold to every soft curve of her body. Every dip and flare.

“Hendrix,” she whimpers, trembling as I lie us down onto our sides, spooning and throwing her leg over my hip, opening her to me.

“I’ve got you, princess,” I whisper against her slick skin as I tuck her against me. My arm curls around her chest, holding her against me. I turn her face, covering her mouth as I slide back inside her swollen pussy.

She silently screams, and I do it again and again, dragging my tongue down her neck, grazing my teeth over that sweet spot at the juncture of her shoulder.

“That’s it, baby. You’re gonna give me one more,” I growl, and she throws her arm back and drags her nails through my hair, tugging my face to her lips.

Fuck, I love this woman.

I slide a hand down her toned stomach, over her bare sex, and tease her clit as I fuck her fiercely. Soft and slow is over. This is hard and fast and raw.

“Oh God,” she cries. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” I promise and slide a hand around her throat, not tight, just there. Just enough to tease. And when she sucks in a breathy moan, shaking and shuddering and tightening around me, I almost come on the spot.

“I missed you, Hendrix,” she cries.

“Serena.” I take her lips one more time. “I love you.”

Fire burns in my veins as we fuck away the hate and the hurt.

My control shakes as we move faster. Harder. Frenzied. Until there’s nothing between us. She comes on my cock as a white-hot heat explodes at the base of my spine, and her name is a fucking benediction on my lips.

Everly

Oh, Henny . . .

Nixon

Some of us are still sleeping, Evie.

Gracie

Then get up and make your wife breakfast in bed, Nixon.

Everly

I mean, I’d go with make your wife your breakfast in bed if you want to have a good day.

Leo

WTF, Everly!

Nixon

Dude. No. Don’t talk about my sex life, Evie. It’s fucking weird.

Everly

Fine. Let’s talk about Henny’s.