Morgan, Nicole - Sweet Redemption [Sweet Awakenings 1] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Неизвестный

  “Baby, stop.” Jack stopped moving with her and tried to pull away. She grabbed onto his ass and held on with her hands, continuing the sucking and licking of his cock.

  The idea that he was going to come in her mouth was suddenly the most erotic thing he could imagine, yet he had to warn her.

  “Tam…Baby…You’ve got to stop…You’re gonna make me…Oh, God!” It was too late. He spilled into her mouth with such force she was surprised she didn’t choke.

  “Oh Jack. Your taste…It was so incredible.”

  The idea that she had just swallowed all of his seed was an aphrodisiac like no other. His body was shuddering, and his breathing was ragged as she looked up at him and grinned.

  After he recovered from what she had done to him, he looked down at her. She was sitting on the floor looking up at him, smiling. Her face was flushed and glowing with her arousal. She looked amazing.

  “Baby, you are the most amazing woman in the entire world. Do you know that?” She just kept smiling at him. He pulled her up to a standing position and just as swiftly pushed her to the bed. Before she could look up at him, he was spreading her legs and running his tongue in circles over her newly shaved pussy. This was something he had never done before. He had taken her with his mouth before, but never had he used his tongue like this. It was almost like he was teasing her with it. Her body instantly responded, and her hips started bucking up to meet his mouth. She heard him laugh.

  “Someone’s a little turned on right now, aren’t they, baby? Why don’t you tell Jack what he can do to make it feel better?” He was teasing her. He was so bad. She loved when he was bad.

  “Anything, everything, all of it, Jack! I need you so bad. I’m on fire.” Her entire body was bucking and writhing on the bed. He had just come, and he was already getting hard again watching her. She was every teenage boy’s wet dream. Jack was entranced by her beauty, her sexuality. He wondered how no man before him had ever tapped into the well of Tamara’s passion and silently thanked God that no one had.

  With a driving force unbeknownst to him in the past, he got up, leaned over her, and plunged into her. Her eyes flew open in shock as she watched him take her. Then she smiled and wrapped her legs around him, doing anything she could to bring him closer. Jack reached under the arch of her back. He splayed his hands from the small of her back to her hips and pulled her body up. When she started to come all the way up to him, he stopped her.

  “Lay your head back down, honey. Arch your back for me.” As usual, she did as he asked. She would do anything Jack asked her to do, and he knew it.

  The sensation of her body arching backwards into an almost half circle caused incredible friction against her clit. He had done this once before, but never had bent her body to this extreme. She could feel his curly hairs tickling her clit, teasing it, driving it to the brink. She started to moan.

  “You feel so good, baby. Your pussy is just sucking on my cock, just like your sweet mouth did only minutes ago. You are so amazing.”

  “I love you, Jack.” She whimpered out the words. He could tell she was getting close.

  “I love you too, honey. Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to be looking up at me when you come. I want to feel your pussy spasm around my cock. I want to feel your insides clench with the explosion of your orgasm. I want you to look at me and know that I did that to you.” That was all it took. Jack’s words sent Tamara over the edge.

  Tamara’s pussy started to spasm, it was doing exactly what Jack said it would. It drove him crazy. The contractions of her pussy around his cock milked him. She didn’t know how he was able to come again so soon, but he did, violently. His whole body convulsed, and he collapsed on top of her, heaving.

  “Oh, Jack!” Her muffled words came from under his shoulder.

  “I know, baby. That was incredible!”

  “No, I mean, yes, it was. Jack, I could feel you come inside me.”

  “I know. It’s your fault. That’s what you do to me.” He looked down at her and leaned in to kiss her.

  “No, Jack! Think. Did you forget anything?”

  “A condom! Shit”!

  She gave him a knowing smile.

  “Babe, I was so caught up in everything I hadn’t thought of it. I’d never done that ever, with anyone. I swear! Tamara, oh, God, I’m sorry.”

  “Jack, you know I’m not on the pill.” She looked at him scared. The realization of what she just said hit him.

  He suddenly smiled at her. Not just any smile, that special devilish smile he reserved for special occasions when he was feeling extra naughty.

  “Jack Peyton, did you do that on purpose?” She smacked him on his chest and was laughing now.

  He started to laugh, and she began to pinch his nipples and bite his shoulder. He fought her and finally managed to hold her hands over her head. He brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her. It was a kiss of dominance. He was making sure she understood who was in charge.

  He started to whisper to her as he kissed her. “Think of it, honey. Wouldn’t it be wonderful? No, I didn’t plan it. I got caught up. But I would love it. I love you. You would make the most beautiful mother.” He stopped kissing her and looked at her. “You would make an even more beautiful bride.”

  Tamara’s heart jumped out of her chest and straight up into her throat. She not only couldn’t talk, she couldn’t breathe. She took a deep swallow and gave herself a moment to make sure she heard him correctly. “What are you saying, Jack?”

  “Come here.” He slid off of her body and pulled her to a sitting position. He knelt down on the floor like he did earlier and took her hands in his again.

  She smiled. “You know, the last time we were like this, I almost walked out that door.”

  He had a feeling she was being serious, but that didn’t matter now because she hadn’t left, she had stayed. “That may be true, however, this time I’m naked. You’re not stupid enough to leave a big love machine like me.” That earned him a good smack in his head. She was laughing right along with him. He loved it when she laughed.

  After he stopped laughing and regained his control, he brushed a gentle kiss over first one then the other hand. He kept her left hand in his and released her right hand. He brought his hand up to her face and ran the back of his hand up and down her cheek until he finally rested it at the nape of her neck.

  “Tamara Somers, you are the love of my life. Marry me, and make me the happiest man in the world. I promise I will make you happy. I will never hurt you, and I’ll even cook once a week.” He smiled. “What do you say, will you marry me?”

  “Jack, I love you, you know that I do. But are you sure?” He hated it when she doubted herself. He knew what she was thinking. Would he ever regret rushing into marrying her? Never!

  “Tamara, I should have kidnapped you on January first and made you elope with me then. Right now we’re just wasting time. Please, marry me. We will have a great life and children and happiness, just please, say yes.”

  He waited. She was just gazing at him. He knew she was afraid. “Fine, have it your way. If you don’t say yes, I am going to have to resort to other tactics until you agree.” He raised his brows suggestively as he tugged her bra down under her breasts, forcing them up. He started to suck on her nipples. She moaned and arched her body into his, begging his mouth for more. He pulled away, knowing that it would drive her crazy. “Well, would you like more torture, or do you surrender?”

  “Oh you’re playing dirty, huh? Fine, I’ll surrender on one condition.”

  “Name it.” He would do anything to get her to say yes.

  “You have to promise to do what you just tortured me with every day for the rest of your life.” She smiled her sexy smile.

  “Really, you can play hardball, too, huh? All right, it might be a hardship, but okay. I will lick, suck, and tease your nipples every day for the rest of my life. Say you’ll marry me.”

  “I will marry you, Jack. I love you.”

>   Chapter 16

  One o’clock in the morning. Obviously she’d decided to spend the night at Peyton’s house. Was he angry? Oh, yeah. She would definitely be punished for this. He had already forgiven her twice for her indiscretions with that muscle head. Maybe it was like the old adage, “The third time’s the charm.” Brent hoped so. He loved Tamara. He didn’t want to have to hurt her. He’d hated it when she made him hit her that last time. She still had her duffel bag in her closet, so she hadn’t planned on spending the night anywhere. He knew she would have to come here in the morning to at least change for work. Knowing that she didn’t intentionally set out to stay at his house all night made him a little less agitated. Maybe she wouldn’t have to be punished so badly after all. Maybe that Peyton character had forced her to stay and she had no choice. God help him if he ever hurt Tamara. He would kill him, would kill anyone if they hurt her. He should kill that bitch Shelby. She caused this. Yeah, Shelby. Maybe that’s just what he needed to take the edge off. Getting up from the sofa, he put his gun in the back of his pants. Opening and then closing the door, he casually walked over to Shelby’s apartment and knocked.

  It took several minutes, but when she finally opened the door and saw Brent standing there, she smiled. Oh, so the little bitch thinks she won. We’ll see about that.

  “Hey, baby, do you still want me? Tell me you do. I’m so horny right now. I need you. Let me slide my hard dick in your tight little pussy.”

  He was already pushing himself in the door. The thought of screwing this whore who’d fucked up his life completely disgusted him. But maybe if Tamara saw the lengths he would go to, to atone for his sins, that would mend the gap between them that much quicker. The truth was that Shelby didn’t have a tight little pussy. Not like Tamara did. No one was as sweet as his Tamara. Maybe after he made things right between them, he would give her more of what she always asked for. He would just have to trust that she understood and loved him enough to withstand his kinky fetishes.

  “Brent, you need me?” Look at this horny, pathetic bitch. She actually believed he wanted her.

  “Of course I do. Let’s go to your room.” Shelby closed the door to her apartment. She had a look of victory on her face, as though she had won, not Tamara. A feeling she clearly loved.

  Shelby turned as Brent was already walking to her bedroom. She nearly ran down the hall to join him. She walked in the room and didn’t see him at first. Then she heard it, an unusual clicking sound. Shelby turned to stare down the barrel of a gun that had just been cocked and was ready to fire.

  “Tell me, you worthless whore, why should I let you live?” Brent smiled at her and laughed wickedly. He was going to love every minute of this.

  Tamara and Jack woke in each other’s arms, the sun shining through the windows. He had made a makeshift ring out of tinfoil and scotch tape. They laughed so hard when he came back to the bedroom to place it on her hand. Jack made her promise that she would not take it off until he was able to buy something more appropriate. He claimed that now that they were engaged, she had to wear something symbolizing that she belonged to him. They were both laughing as he told her that when she agreed to become someone’s bride that she belonged to him. He laughed even harder as he told her that dogs pee on things to mark their territory. So, she could take her pick, the tinfoil ring or something a little stinkier. She almost spit out her coffee from hysterics when he gave her that choice. They laughed so hard for so long that their sides hurt.

  After breakfast, they took a shower together, and he surprised her again as they were drying off.

  “Tamara, I want you to move in here immediately.” He waited. Would she agree?

  “I was actually hoping you were going to ask me. I was going to give you two weeks. If you hadn’t asked by then, I was going to sneak in one day, move in all my stuff, and just be here waiting when you got home,” Tamara said matter-of-factly.

  She was so cute when she was playful. “I can’t wait two weeks, honey.”

  “All right then. But, there is one little area we have yet to negotiate. I think it may be a deal breaker.”

  “Let’s hear it.” What was his little nymph up to now?

  “As your fiancée, I feel it is only fair that I get some sort of a discount on my gym membership.”

  Jack took the towel and snapped it against Tamara’s cute little ass. She ran, and he chased her. He grabbed her and threw her down on the bed. As soon as he landed on top of her he could feel her soft skin under his erection.

  “Good lord, Jack. Do you ever let up? We made love all night long! I don’t think I can take anymore. Every part of my body down there is overly sensitive and swollen.”

  “Oh, yeah, overly sensitive, huh? We’ll have to see about that.” He slid his hands down to her sensitive, swollen parts, and she moaned in pleasure. “Oh, yeah, you can take it, baby. You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna love it, aren’t you?” He was gently tugging on her nipples with his teeth, taunting and teasing, just like he’d promised. He could already feel her wetness seeping out of her slick folds. He was going to absolutely love spending the rest of his life with his little nymph.

  Brent waited for Shelby to remove her torn clothing. The stupid bitch was crying. It was really starting to get on his nerves.

  “Please, Brent. Why are you doing this? I love you!” Shelby was hysterical.

  “Please, Brent, why are you doing this? I love you!” Brent mimicked her words in an obnoxious voice and laughed at her as he kicked her. She had finished undressing. Now all he had to do was figure out what his next step should be.

  He had spent most of the night using and abusing her body. He had fucked her like she always wanted him to, but she claimed it hurt. She told him he was being too rough! Typical slut, he thought. She begged for it and then cried when she got it. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” he had told her as she cried after the last time. He made sure that every time he did it, she knew it was her fault, constantly reminding her that if she hadn’t screwed with his and Tamara’s relationship, she wouldn’t be in this situation.

  By his calculations, he had probably stuck his dick in her about six times. Never staying in for very long and never blowing his wad on her. No, that belonged to Tamara. His seed belonged to Tamara. He made sure Shelby knew why he hadn’t come either. He told her how repulsed he was with her. How much effort it took just to stay hard while he was inside her. The stupid bitch cried so hard it took everything he had not to laugh.

  “Please, Brent, no more. You’re right, okay? I am a stupid, worthless bitch. Everything you said. Just, please, kill me. I know you’ll never let me live. I can’t take anymore. Please!” Shelby was so exhausted she couldn’t even cry anymore.

  “So, you want to die. I don’t blame you. You are worthless. But, nevertheless, I’m not done with you yet. You are going to get your dirty, disgusting self cleaned up and get dressed. You have some explaining to do when Tamara gets home.”

  With that, Brent kicked her so hard she fell to the floor and hit her head on the side of her dresser. Oh, great, just my luck. She’s un–freaking-conscious. Why do I have all the bad luck?

  After they said their good-byes, Jack headed off to the gym. Turning left instead of right on Washington Street, Jack realized he had a very important stop to make first.

  Pulling into the parking lot of Rex’s condo, he noticed his buddy’s red convertible Corvette was in the lot. It was always easy at first glance to see if Rex was home or not. Rex’s red ‘Vette was very unique, right down to his custom wheels with the same frog symbol as his tattoo.

  Jack got out of his Escalade and caught himself whistling on the way to the door. He entered the building and nearly ran into one of Rex’s “regulars,” as Jack liked to call them. He took the elevator up to the seventh floor and sauntered down the hall to condo number 703.

  Rex opened the door, sleepy-eyed, with a coffee cup in hand. Saying nothing, he did his customary morning head nod.

 
Jack let himself in and started pouring himself a cup of coffee. He turned to Rex and laughed. The guy always looked like hell before his coffee and shower. He never understood how a woman could spend the night with him and not wake up in the morning screaming.

  Looking around the apartment probably explained a lot of that. It was a virtual sex palace. Rex had invested a lot of time and money into this little “love castle.” His walls were painted a soothing grayish-brown color that Rex claimed relaxed the nerves. He had plush carpeting in a similar color, but lighter shade. There was a big gas fireplace with the proverbial “bearskin” rug lying in front of it. Jack knew it was fake. But he had personally heard some of the bullshit stories Rex had told many women about the bear that he didn’t want to, but had to, kill. He had a very large, curved leather sectional in a deep brown color, and it flanked a large plasma on the wall. Below it was Rex’s prized possession, a gigantic porno collection, which he claimed could get even the most prudent of women in the mood. Yeah, Rex had his tricks. Rex had pulled out just as many stops in his master bedroom and bathroom, but they never seemed to get used very much. Rex claimed it was because by the time he got them here, they didn’t wait to make it a few more feet. What an arrogant SOB.

  “What the hell are you laughing at? And quit smiling. It’s annoying.” Rex’s words always were delivered like a cracked whip in the morning.

  “Sorry, cranky ass. How long are you gonna be in a sour mood?”

  “Shit, I don’t know. I just woke up. Why does it matter? Shouldn’t you be at the gym anyway?” Rex looked like a rabid dog ready to growl.

  “Me? Hell, why don’t you get a damn job, you lazy ass!” Jack said, although he knew Rex didn’t need to work. He’d come into money when his parents died when he was younger. It was all put in trust, and luckily, the court appointed the right person to handle it. The man, Ronald McDonald—which was his actual name, minus the red hair—turned out to be a wise investor. He was an honest, hardworking financial advisor who always believed in doing the right thing. His hard work had turned the quarter of a million dollars Rex had inherited from his parents’ estate into about five million. When Rex left the service and met with his advisor, he almost kicked the old man’s ass. He thought the guy was pulling his leg, like it was all a big joke. Needless to say, Rex had apologized and bought the guy his dream car, a 1957 red Cadillac. To this day, he still handled Rex’s finances.