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“What?” Nina protested, resisting him. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t take the edge off soon you’re going to have serious problems. So I’m going to help you. Now lay back on the couch and spread your legs for me.”

“I…no.” She frowned at him fiercely. “You’re an ass and a jerk. You used me and dumped me. I do not need your help.”

“I may be all those things,” Reddix growled. “But right now you do need me. Now lie on the couch and spread your legs, Nina. Or do I have to make you?”

She put a hand to her neck. “You wouldn’t.”

“To keep you from danger? I sure as hell would.” Seeing the fear in her eyes, he tried his best to make his voice softer, more gentle. “It’s all right, Nina,” he murmured. “I’m not going to fuck you. Just going to help you take the edge off by tasting you some. Just need to lick your little pussy until you come—that should help.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, her pupils dilated with lust and need, but still, she lifted her chin defiantly. “What if…what if I don’t want you to?”

Reddix was out of patience.

“Too fucking bad.” He pushed her gently but firmly back until she was sitting on the couch. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down. “Open your robe. Let me see how bad it is,” he demanded.

At first she clutched the robe even tighter around her. Then, biting her lip, she finally complied. Spreading the thin black robe, she bared her body for him.

Reddix drew in a deep breath as he took her in—her full thrusting breast with their tight dark pink nipples, her curving waist and full hips. And there, between her legs…

“Spread them,” he demanded hoarsely. “Spread your legs for me, Nina.” He had his hands on her knees, but he didn’t want to force her. He wanted her to show herself because he asked, not because he made her. “Come on,” he said again, softly. “Open yourself to me.”

“Fine,” she whispered at last. Her thighs parted, and Reddix had to bite back a groan. Her little pussy was freshly shaved, the plump, naked lips swollen with obvious need. The outer lips had parted showing a glimpse of her slippery folds and the pink pearl of her clit. And her entire pussy was slick and wet with honey. Her thighs were shiny with it too. Her scent was so strong and sweet he thought he might come just from smelling her.

“Gods, sweetheart,” he groaned, sinking to his knees before her. “Just look at you—you need it fucking bad.”

“I…I do,” Nina admitted in a strained whisper. “It hurts, Reddix. Hurts so much. But I’m sensitive too—even my own fingers seem too rough.”

“Then I won’t use my fingers,” he growled softly. He looked up at her briefly. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll get you through this. We can talk afterward.”

Then he lowered his head and pressed a hot, gentle kiss right between her thighs.





Chapter Thirty-five



Nina moaned and arched her back the minute his lips came in contact with her pussy. She couldn’t help it—though her mind wanted to hold out and have nothing to do with Reddix after the way he had hurt her, her body had overruled it. She was in pain—in need—in a way she’d never felt before. She had been horny on occasion—who hadn’t? But she’d never been in actual pain from an excess of desire. It felt like her skin was too tight, like she was going to die or explode if something didn’t happen soon. And something was happening—Reddix was happening to her.

He kissed her softly at first, as though gauging how much she could take, how sensitive she was. Though her own fingers had seemed too much to bear just minutes before he knocked on her door, his mouth on her felt just right. She moaned breathlessly and tried to hold still as he pressed deeper, nuzzling between her outer pussy lips to get to her slick inner folds, swollen with desire.

The sweet, deep kiss seemed to go on forever, his hot mouth moving gently over her open pussy until Nina thought she might go crazy. At last Reddix looked up.

“All right, sweetheart?” His silver eyes were half-lidded with lust, and his lips were already shiny with her juices. “Not hurting you, am I?”

“N-no,” Nina stuttered breathlessly. “Feels…good. Right.” She didn’t want to admit it, but she couldn’t help it—it was the truth. He’d barely started, and already her body was calming down and opening up. She no longer felt quite so panicked—it was as though part of her knew on a very visceral level that she would be all right, now that he was here.