Page 99 of Twisted Redemption
I’ve kept my promise of making her come on my dick every day. In fact, I already did this morning. But I’m dying to again. Especially since the little sundress she’s wearing has been tempting me all day.
“Just let me say bye to Alex. Where is he?”
“Here.” His gruff voice sounds from behind us. His arms are folded over his chest, and he’s leaning against the wall.
“Still haven’t fixed things with Soph?” she asks as she gets up and crosses the room to him.
“Working on it,” he grunts.
Brooke sighs. And then before Alex can stop her, she wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his chest. “She’ll come around, Alex. She loves you. I know she does.”
At her reassurance, Alex relaxes some. He hugs his little sister back, but his eyes are on me. “You doing okay?” he murmurs.
“Yeah. Really well, actually.” She grins up at him.
The barest hint of a smile crosses his face. “You look better.” Then Alex glares at me. “Fucking keep it that way, Grayson.”
Brooke slaps his chest lightly. “You’re one to talk.”
“Sophia will come around. You just fucking said so.”
Brooke laughs. “Not if you keep sulking and acting like a grump. Go to her. Talk to her. And stop worrying about me. I’ll be just fine.”
Alex tenses. “You’re too important not to worry about, Brooke. I don’t know why you keep forgetting that.”
She kisses him on the cheek. “Or maybe you worry too much.”
Then she turns to me, missing the look of desperation on Alex’s face. The one he’s been giving her ever since they were kids and he realized just how deep in a pit of despair she was. Alex has always fussed over her wellbeing. And he’s not about to stop.
“Night, Alex,” she calls, dragging me through the house and toward the front door. “Text me once you’ve fixed things with Soph.”
ONCE WE’RE HOME, WE don’t even make it through the living room before Brooke is on me. She kisses me with abandon, like we haven’t touched in years, when in reality she couldn’t even keep her hands off of me during the drive home.
Hell, I was so distracted getting out of the car that I forgot to close the garage door. I’ll have to remember to get it later.
When she pulls away, her eyes are soft and unfocused. A small smile plays across her lips, and then she drops to her knees. “Fuck my mouth,” she whispers. Her hands trail up my thighs until she’s stroking my erection through my pants.
“Fuck.” It’s all I can manage to say.
She undoes my pants, shoving them down with my boxers, and then she’s licking me, sucking me. “Please.”
I groan, gathering her hair at the base of her neck. “Tap my thigh if you need a break, okay?”
She nods eagerly, opening her mouth for me. I bring her forward until I hit the back of her throat, holding her there until she gags. When I pull out, she’s smiling, even though there are tears in her eyes.
Jesus. She’s beautiful like this.
I slide into her mouth again, moaning her name. When her lips wrap around my dick, I lose all control. I pump into her hard and fast, gripping her hair to hold her steady. Over the past couple weeks, I’ve learned that my Daisy likes it slow and sensual, soft and sweet, but she also likes it rough. I’m happy to oblige both sides of her.
Her fingers dig into the skin of my thighs as she chokes around my cock, but she doesn’t tap. So I don’t stop. It feels so fucking good, she feels so fucking good. Too good.
After a few more thrusts, I find my self control and pull out before I accidentally come down her throat. Hooking my arms under hers, I pull her up and bend her over the back of the couch.
“Spread your legs.”
She obeys while I shove the skirt of her dress up. She’s gasping, taking in short breaths and wiping at her mouth. I grab her wrists and yank them behind her back. She may not like the way she looks with tears, drool, and precum streaming down her face, but I fucking love it.
With one hand, I hold her wrists at the small of her back. With the other, I slide her panties down her legs until she steps out of them.