Page 19 of Redemption
I take in the vision before me, the flustered girl, her glazed eyes, her shallow breaths. I could pull out my cock, push her panties to the side, and impale her in a second, but I want to savor this. She won’t be mine for long.
I reach for her, hesitate, my hand hovering over her smooth thigh, feeling the heat build between us. Her eyes dart between mine, down to my hand, and up again, her breathing coming in short gasps.
I move a fraction closer and let my palm rest on her thigh, the tips of my fingers millimeters from her panties. As I move my hand, letting it slide along the inside of her thigh, she gasps and begins to tremble. Her response to me is fucking amazing, and I haven’t even touched her yet, tasted her, fucked her. I hold her dark, widened eyes as I slide in between her thighs, rub along her slit through the fabric. Her nostrils widen, her breath hitches, but she doesn’t break her gaze. Her eyes nearly do me in. I’m so hard I could burst.
She bucks, and I push the fabric to the side, revealing a small patch of light red hair. I slide along her slick folds, back, forth, up to her clit, pushing against it, and back again. Kerry shudders as I rest against her opening, teasing. When I glance at her, her eyes are closed. I want her to look at me as I thrust inside. I want to see the fire I light in her.
It’s as if she senses my demand. Her eyes fly open, then she stumbles back, pulls down her shirt, and corrects her panties.
“I—I’m sorry, Christian, I—” She swallows and looks down.
I nearly growl as I clench my jaw and fight down the frustration that rolls over me. My cock aches to take her, but instead I nod and force a smile. When the fuck did I become considerate?
“Don’t be sorry. Did I do something wrong?”
She plops down on the couch and pulls a throw blanket over her legs, fiddling with a loose thread.
“No, I… You’re great. It’s…”
I gotta leave. Like now, or I’ll rip that blanket off her and fuck her no matter what she says. I don’t get it. She’s so fucking ready, and then she just doesn’t want me. And why does that make me want her even more?
“I should go.” I stand. Her gaze darts to the huge bulge in my pants. Yeah, look at what you’re missing. I exhale with a shudder and turn.
“Christian.”
I grit my teeth and turn back.
“You don’t have to go…”
My stomach clenches. All I see before me is how I bend her over, give her a long hard punishment for being such a tease, my palm turning her ass cheeks to scorching heat and delicious agony before I bury my cock in her. Does she even know what she wants? Why does she think I’m here?
I put on my nicest smile, and when she returns it, her eyes shine with trust and hope. I can’t help feeling a twinge in my chest area and caress her cheek.
“I better go, Kerry.”
She stands when I stand, looking adorably unsure. “I’ll follow you to the door.” Her voice is small, like a little girl’s.
I feel like the fucking big bad wolf.
Because I am.
I jerk off in a hot shower, blue-balled like never before. I’d give her the best fuck she’s ever had. What the hell is her problem? Is she afraid of me? Does she sense something is off? Or is it something else? I realize I don’t know enough about her background and decide to dig a little more tomorrow.
I fall asleep to images of my mouth on her cunt, savoring her juices, her scent, her hot flesh, and picture her lips around my cock. Fuck. I gotta have her at least once. I want to wrap that red hair around my fist as I bury myself in her throat.
“Uncle.”
“Don’t ‘uncle’ me,” mutters Salvatore on the other end of the line.
“You gotta give me more time.”
He barks out a laugh. “Not happening, Christiano.”
“When have I ever failed you?” I clutch the phone hard in my sweaty palm.
“You’re failing me right now, boy.”
“You’re five fucking years older,” I snarl. “Don’t call me ‘boy’.”