Page 41 of Cloak of Red


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She smiles against my skin, then maneuvers down my body. Her fingers clasp the band of my briefs, and she tugs, freeing my erection. It bobs in the air as she tugs the briefs down my legs.

I close my eyes and swallow. This is wrong. “Sophia. What’re you doing?”

“I’d think it’s obvious.” She climbs back on the bed, but she lifts the bottom of her Thinsulate shirt up her waist, whips it over her head, and tosses it to the floor.

Those melon-colored nipples with hardened peaks sit atop sweetly curved mounds, begging to be fondled, nibbled, kissed, and sucked. My hand reaches out, but I’m too slow. She’s down, over me again, pressing her sweet lips all over my abdomen.

“Oh, shit. Sophia.”

She raises up, and wild, tangled, crazy, crimson hair falls all around her shoulders. “Fisher,” she says in a stern tone, mocking me.

Fuck me. Consequences be damned, I want her.

Her fingers wrap around my dick, lightly at first, and my head tilts and my eyes roll back. “Jesus, Sophia.”

The pad of her thumb circles my tip, smearing the pre-cum over the crown. The base of my spine flexes, as do my balls.

She lets me go and straddles me again, only this time, when she captures my dick between her thighs, her silk panties are the only thing separating us.

My fingers tangle with those unruly locks and I tug, pulling her up to my lips. Obediently, her mouth covers mine. Her tongue thrusts in, and I take her. There’s nothing timid or unsure about this kiss. No, it’s molten-hot, undeniably sinful, hungry, and mind-numbing.

My hands roam her back, and down, over that fine, perfect ass.

She dips her head, and her teeth clasp my nipple. Pain sears into my chest.

“Hey.” I palm her ass, then smack. She grins an evil, sexy-as-fuck grin and nips her way down my chest, over my abdomen, and lower.

Her tongue flattens against my shaft and climbs. “Fuck, Sophia.”

I can’t raise my head to watch, so I lie back, blink at the ceiling, and absorb all the sensations. The hot warmth, the wetness of her mouth. The pull, the suction, the too-fucking-good sensation of those teeth lightly brushing over my sensitive tip. She cups my balls and nearly chokes on my dick, then rises. She does it all over and over, sending me hurling to the brink.

“Sophia,” I gasp. I grip her hair and tug. “It’s…”

But I’m too late. I spasm uncontrollably, releasing everything.

She swallows some of it, but some spurts across my abdomen. She presses her lips to my side, squeezes me, and hops off the bed. The sink turns on, then off. She pads barefoot to the bed wearing only a silk thong.

The memory of the taste of her nipple hits me so strong my dick twitches. A warm cloth presses down on my abdomen.

“Sophia, that was…” I really am at a loss for words. It was amazing. Mind-blowing. And wrong. So wrong.

She beams. Her coquettish grin says she doesn’t share in the regret.

After cleaning me up, she climbs on the bed beside me, reaches for the edge of the comforter, tugs it over us, and curls into my side uninjured side.

I’m not typically a snuggler, but after what she did for me, to me, I’m not about to protest.

“What was that?” I ask.

“You were in pain. Adrenaline helps with that.”

It’s a sweet thought, but it doesn’t make it right.

“Did you not want me to do that?” She sounds unsure, which isn’t what I want. But my head swirls. I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve stopped her.

“Fisher?”

I swipe my brow with my good hand. “It felt very one-sided.”

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