Page 89 of Redeeming the Villain
When he cups himself, my jaw drops as the huge bulge throbs against his hand. His eyes twinkle as he walks to the edge of the couch behind my head, standing over me.
Hooking his thumbs in his boxers, he tugs them down his hips, freeing his rock-hard erection. It bounces from release, and I wet my lips.
Nerves start to flood me. I want to be good at this. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me.
“Should I stay like this?” I murmur.
“Is it easier for you to lie on your back?” His dick pulses above my face.
I nod, less than an inch between my mouth and his tip.
“Then open that filthy mouth, Alora,” he demands.
Sticking my tongue out, I take his tip into my mouth as he inches forward, sucking and running my tongue along the soft skin.
“Oh, yeah, baby, you’re going to do perfect,” he moans. “Open wider. I want to feel my dick fill your goddamn throat.”
Stretching my mouth as wide as I can, I take his thick cock as he thrusts forward, pushing it as far as it will go. I gag immediately.
“Fuck, that feels like heaven.” He threads his fingers into my hair on each side of my head. “Try again. You can take more than that. I know it.”
Nodding, I flick my tongue back and forth across the underside of his shaft, earning a soft moan.
Gripping my hair tighter, he thrusts hard into my mouth, and I fight the sensation to gag, focusing on taking him as deep as I can.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He pulls back, and then he jams it back down my throat, using my mouth as his own personal toy. “Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you, Bug? Taking this dick so well.”
My pussy pulses at his praise. I want more of it.
Resisting the urge to gag, I last as long as I can without inching away, but eventually, I rear my head back.
He reads my cue and slows down, sliding his dick out of my mouth until just the tip and an inch or so remain. Catching my breath for a second, I tip my head back, taking more of him between my lips.
“That’s my girl. Greedy for this cock, aren’t you? Let me give you every inch.” He fucks my mouth with abandon, his face contorting with pleasure as he brings himself to the edge. “I want my cum dripping down your throat when you cheer my name at the game tonight.”
His words are his own undoing, and he spills into my throat as a deep moan grumbles out of him. He whimpers, “Oh fuck, baby.”
He pulls out to the tip. His dick pulses in my mouth for a moment until every drop drips onto my tongue, and I swallow. Flicking my tongue, I clean him, looking up with hooded eyes.
With a dirty smirk, he steps back, removing himself completely. Reaching over, he grabs Griffin’s jersey from the back of the couch and wipes himself with it.
My jaw unhinges.
“Malik!” I scold him. “I still have to wear that!”
Ignoring me, he balls the jersey up, cocks his arm back, and launches it across the room, throwing it straight into the garbage can.
“Oh my God! Wait!” I reach for it, but it’s far too late. “Now I’m going to smell like garbage and your cum.Great.”
Bending down, he kisses me ferociously. “There is no way in hell I was ever letting you walk out of this room with anyone else’s name on your back.” Reaching behind his head, he grabs his jersey and lifts it off his gear, handing it to me. “My name only, Alora. Only mine. Always.”
“Always,” I murmur, taking it from him with hearts in my eyes. “You don’t need it?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“I’ll get a new one. Even if I had to play in someone else’s jersey or sit the game out, I’d rather have it on you.”
He slowly helps me sit up and watches me carefully as I slip his jersey over my head and thread my arms through the sleeves.
It’s oversize on me, and it falls to the tops of my thighs as I rise to my feet and pull my panties and leggings up. “How does it look?”
