Page 75 of Sinister Red

“Are you sure you’re ok? I’ve tried to keep quiet about things, tried to just take your word for it, but it’s getting harder to do, Cookie, especially at one in the morning when you should be dreaming about kicking my ass for being out so late.”

With a giggle, I shake my head and lean toward him, kissing my Red softly. “I don’t care that you were out late. I never do, and I couldn’t anyway because you make it hard to want to kick your ass when you check in as often as you do.”

“It benefits both of us.” Sam gives me a lopsided grin, one that I just have to kiss. “You know where I’m at and what kind of crap Marbles drags me into, and I get to make sure you’re ok when I’m not around.” He frowns again. “Thought you were sleeping though since you didn’t respond to my last few texts.”

“I was trying to.” My hand skims down the side of his neck, tracing the thin leather around his neck before my fingers follow the defined line between his pecs and abs until I get to the button on his jeans. “Then I had another idea.”

His brow arches but Sammy doesn’t say anything, not with his sinful lips. The look in his eye is speaking volumes though, his heated gaze full of lust as well as a small challenge, one that definitely saysbring it on, Cookie.

And because I’ve basically been wet since he walked through the door, I do.

Both of my hands move to his fly, my fingers popping the button and unzipping him quickly. Sam doesn’t budge though, not yet, because he wants me to say the words, wants me to tell him exactly what I’m thinking and what I plan to do before he moves an inch. He won’t argue it, but this is one of Red’s favorite things; getting me totalk dirtybecause it’s astark contrastto the way I use my manners even in the bedroom.

“Are you going to stand up so I can take your pants off?” I arch a brow right back at the man I love. “Or do I need to figure out a way to do that in this position?”

Sam smirks. “And why is it you want to take my pants off, Cookie?”

One of my hands moves to the top of his jeans while the other travels to Sam’s crotch, cupping him through the denim, rubbing a little as his erection presses against my palm. “Because.”

“Because why, Sofie?”

“Because…” I give him a squeeze and grin at the way Sam hisses. “I want to suck your cock.”

Red kisses me as I do it again, a firm and playful kiss that’s brief before he pushes off my thighs and attempts to stand. I hook my fingers into the top of his jeans before he does though, and as Sam gets vertical, I tug the denim down his legs until his cock springs free, jutting from his body proudly.

My hands move as I lick my lips, fingers curling around his shaft and cupping his balls. I look up as I lean in, making eye contact as I lick from root to tip, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock before I take it between my lips. Sam groans as his hand moves to my hair, gently pulling it out of the way and holding it as I begin to suck. He maintains eye contact as I hollow out my cheeks, taking more of his cock into my mouth with each bob of my head. Sam’s fingers tighten in my hair but he doesn’t pull, not yet. If I’m lucky, he’ll do that in a little bit while he takes me from behind, my Red fucking me hard and whispering all the dirty things while he does it.

I rub my thighs together from the thought alone, and just as Sam’s cock hits the back of my throat, he grunts, “Are you wet, Cookie?”

All I can do is nod.

“Sucking me off makes you wet? So wet your pussy aches?”

Fuck, I love it when he talks like this.

“Yes,” I gasp as I release him with a pop, my hand pumping his dick while I lick his balls and suck on those too.

“Show me,” Sam grunts. “Show me how wet your cunt is.”

I wrap my lips around his cock again, my pace faster, sucking harder while one hand squeezes the base of his shaft, the other moving to pull my shirt out of the way as I spread my legs. I watch as Sam’s eyes move from my face to between my thighs, and when I know for a fact he’s watching, I pull my panties out of the way and trace my slit before I open myself up to him so my Sammy can see what he does to me.

“Jesus…” He groans, his hips thrusting to match my mouth. “So goddamn wet.”

A whimper escapes as I nod, allowing Sam to slowly fuck my mouth. Something we both like so much I know this isn’t going to last much longer.

“I can see it running down your thighs, Cookie. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

Another whimper, another nod.

“You want me to touch you, Sof? Want me to play with your pussy? Circle that sweet little clit and fuck you with my fingers until you come all over them?”

His hips are moving faster now, pumping into my mouth at a rhythm that I still manage to match. My hand moves along his length, cups his balls and gives them a tug before I return it to his cock. I can feel Sam’s erection thicken between my lips, something that makes me suck harder and faster, something that makes my thighs open further and practically beg for him to do what he said.

Oh God, and then he does.

Sam widens his stance, tilts my head slightly while he thrusts into my mouth, his free hand moving to my pussy where he immediately swipes one thick finger over my clit before sliding it inside my soaking wet core. The heel of Sam’s hand rubs my clit, applies just the right amount of pressure as he adds a second finger, and as my pussy grips them tightly, as the first wave my orgasm builds, my Sammy’s cock swells between my lips.

“Gonna come, Cookie,” he grunts. “Gonna come and I want you coming with me.”

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