Page 196 of Redeemed

Oh, there’s no way.

I level Haven with a disbelieving stare. “You’re telling me you were married for three years, and your husband never ate you out? Not even once?”

She gives me an unamused look. “You’ve met him.”

“Yeah, but…still.”

How could any mannotwant to bury his face between a woman’s legs? Haven is so wet she’s practically dripping, and it’s all for me.Becauseof me. I’m barely managing to hold myself back because of it. What could be more tempting?

“He didn’t want to,” Haven tells me, voice small. “I mean, it’s not like I ever asked him to, but he made sure I knew how disgusted he was by the idea.”

“Just one more reason I should kill him. Although…” I tear my gaze away from her pussy to glance up at her. “Are you telling me no man has ever tasted you here before?”

She shakes her head. “Never.”

The pitch-black, possessive part of me latches onto that. No matter what happens—who she fucks, who she loves—I’ll always be the first man who ever did this to her.

“Good,” I murmur, dipping my head down to inhale the sweet scent of her desire.

“No, that—”

When I lick her from entrance to clit, Haven’s protests get stuck in her throat. She jumps, and then her breath hitches when I suck her clit into my mouth. Her sweet, tangy taste explodes on my tongue, and I can’t help the deep groan that sounds in my throat.

“Colton!” She tries to squirm away, but I wrap my arms around her thighs to anchor her in place.

Nothing is going to stop me from making her come on my tongue. Fuckingnothing.

When Haven realizes she’s trapped, she relaxes into my hold ever so slightly. I can hear her trying to stifle her gasps. If she sounded too panicked, I’d pull away, but these are gasps of arousal. She wants this, and if she has to pretend she doesn’t so she can enjoy it, that’s fine with me.

I don’t mind a little struggle.

“Oh my god,” Haven whispers to herself when I suck her clit into my mouth. Her hips lift up involuntarily to chase my mouth when I pull away.

“What are you?” I ask.

“An object,” she pants. Doesn’t even hesitate.

“Go on.”

“I’m a sex toy. Your sex toy.”

Leaning back in, I press a kiss to her clit. “Keep going.”

Her voice shakes as I start sucking. “I’m a fleshlight. A pair of tits and a set of warm holes to fuck. A whore.”

“Such a good girl,” I mutter before getting back to work. “Now say it again.”

God, she’s fuckingsoaked,and she’s only getting wetter as she starts up again. I flatten my tongue against her clit while listening to her breath hitch and her voice falter. The words fall from her lips in between the sweetest moans, and my dick hardens at the sound.

I groan again, louder this time, and flick my tongue over her clit repeatedly. She tenses and squirms, but I don’t move away.

“Colton,” she gasps. “Stop doing that.”

Reluctantly, I pull back. “What I’m doing with my tongue? Do you prefer—”

“Wha—no! Thegroaning.Stop pretending you’re enjoying this.”

I laugh. “What?”

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