Page 92 of The Retaliation You Deliver

Staring down at it, she licks her lips, and I groan.

“Red?”

Taking her time, her eyes roll up to meet mine.

“You should probably be running after what I just told you,” I breathe.

“I know. But I’m not going to.”

Dipping her head, she keeps her eyes on mine as she runs her tongue up the length of my cock. It jerks violently at her delicate touch and I fist the sheets to stop me from reaching for her and taking over her movements.

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Macie

What the hell am I doing?

With my eyes locked on Leon’s dark hungry ones, I run the tip of my tongue up the length of him, letting his taste fill my mouth and his scent invade my senses.

He’s just confessed to having his father locked up in some warehouse like some freaking animal and torturing him to get his anger from his childhood out and here I am about to suck his cock into my mouth.

I should be running.

Fast.

He might be quick to warn me about the Harrises being dangerous, but has he looked in a mirror? He was going to kill his own father.

But knowing all that. Listening to him confess his darkest parts, I still can’t find it in myself to leave.

I’m also not scared of him. Not even in the slightest.

“Macie,” he groans, his fingers twisting in the sheets as I lick the head of his cock, teasing the slit, lapping at his pre-cum.

My heart thunders in my chest, images from what he described running at a million miles a minute in my head.

I think of him that night he turned up at my dorm covered in blood and lost to his darkness.

He was with his own father.

A shudder rips through me.

If I had known then what I know now, I would’ve… done nothing differently.

He needed me that night. He needs me right now. And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be in the world.

Pushing everything aside, I focus on right now.

Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the base of his length, and suck the head into my mouth, licking at it like it’s a popsicle.

“Fuck. Fuck. Macie,” he growls as I sink down on him until he hits the back of my throat. Then I lift off again, repeating it, running my tongue around him until he’s trembling beneath me.

“Hmm,” I hum as I move letting the vibrations flow through him.

“Shit. Red. So fucking good.”

Unable to hold back, his hand finally releases the sheet in favor of my hair as his hips begin to lift from the bed.

“You gonna let me come in your hot little mouth, baby?”