Sinner’s Redemption by Rebecca Joyce
Chapter Thirty-Three
Montana
Sitting at the head of the table, I tried to control my anger. Tessa had been trying my patience all fucking day. First interrupting my meeting earlier, then dumping beer down my back and now refusing to leave the damn room.
I got it. She was fucking horny.
I was too damnit, but I wanted this night to be perfect for her. I wanted to show her how much she meant to me. From the moment I brought her home from the hospital, I gave her space to heal, think and come to terms with what she’d been through. Should have known Tessa was made of stronger stuff. By the end of the first week, she seemed to be back to her old self. By the end of the second, she was chomping at the bit to get the fuck out of the house.
But this last week.
Holy FUCK!
My woman had made it her personal mission to get into my pants. Any other time, I would have bent her over my desk and fucked her senseless, but for some reason I held off.
Why? I had no fucking clue.
Now, I wished I never came up with this damn dinner idea, as I adjusted myself again for the third time tonight.
Mercy chuckled. “Problems?”
“Fuck off,” I growled.
I knew I would never get Tessa into a church. So, I brought the church home. All the important people were here. My club brothers, my parents, even my biological brothers showed for what was sure to be a fucking fiasco if her look was any indication before I left her to get dressed.
“Mr. Stone,” Mrs. Alice whispered next to me, smiling conspiratorially as she removed the tray holding my son in place. “I’m going to take Master York upstairs.”
“I want him here for the dinner.”
“I don’t think there is going to be a dinner,” she grinned, holding in her laughter as she picked my son up and hurried from the room.
“What?”
Watching her leave, I heard a glass shatter.
Kali giggled. “Oh. My. God.”
“Oh wow,” my mother whispered.
“Dayum,” Arizona whistled.
“Now, that’s a woman,” Dakota said, hi-fiving Arizona.
Slowly turning my head to see what was going on, I found my beautiful Tessa standing at the entrance of the dining room, dressed in the silky thigh-highs, with the new Manolo Blahnik’s I bought her on her feet and nothing else.
Getting to my feet, I growled, “Everyone. OUT!”
“You don’t deserve her,” Maxim Fedorov grinned, covering his mouth before getting to his feet. “Ladies and gentlemen, I believe dinner is over.”
Chairs quickly scooted back as people quickly left the dining room.
Alone, my woman smiled. “Now can we fuck?”
“Oh babe,” I said, yanking my tie off, gripping it hard in my hand as I slowly walked towards her. “You moved past fucking and straight into the punishment.”
Before she could reply, I yanked her to me. “You enjoy disobeying me, don’t you?” I said, pushing her down on the dining room table. Plates, glasses, even food dishes went crashing to the floor.
She wanted me.
Well, she got me.
Not even checking to see if she was ready, I spread her legs before slipping a finger deep inside her wet cunt. “Fuck, you are ready for me, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been wet for days,” she moaned, bringing her right hand up and cupping the back of my head as I stood behind her. “I’ll disobey you as long as it means I’m getting what I want.”
Her hips bucked as my finger roughly scraped her clit.
“It’s fun making you wait.”
“I bet it is,” I said, sliding another finger into her from behind.
She moaned as she gripped the edge of the table. “Oh, shit.”
I moved back behind her, still slipping my fingers in and out roughly before I pulled her back against me, allowing her to feel my hard cock through my dress pants.
“I know what you’re thinking, Tessa,” I whispered, biting her neck.
“What?” she softly mewled.
“You’re thinking about unzipping my pants and pulling my dick out, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And you’re imagining how my cock would feel, having it in your hand.”
“Oh, please.”
I bit the side of her neck, eliciting another moan from her before I pushed her forward, quickly grabbing her hands and holding them against her lower back. With my other hand, I used my tie to wrap her wrist. If Tessa thought she was in control of tonight, she was dead wrong. She’d been driving me fucking nuts for weeks. I hadn’t jacked off so much since I was a fucking kid.
I knew I shouldn’t have listened to Father Dominic when he said I needed to hold off until the wedding night. Motherfucker never sank balls deep into a tight cunt.
I was only so strong.
But fuck me, seeing her standing there in nothing but heels and thigh-highs was enough to say fuck it all to hell.
Screw saving my soul.
I preferred hell anyway.
I was going to take what belonged to me, whether she was ready or not.
Fuck playing by the rules.
The rules never really mattered to us.
We made our own rules.
Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs further as my hands gripped her soft ass cheeks, spreading them. Growling, I licked my lips as I made a meal of her. Sliding my tongue through her wet lips, I lost all sense of reality and ravished her cunt like a starving man.
“Oh FUCK!” she screamed, shifting her hips as I held her firmly in place.
I lifted her leg and lightly closed my mouth over her pussy, fucking her with my tongue. Fucking hell, she tasted so sweet. I lightly scraped my teeth over her mound, eliciting a moan from her. I trailed kisses over her pussy lips, traveling from the bottom right, up over and down to the bottom of the left one. I then traced the outline of her clit with the tip of my tongue, moving from left, up, and around to the right. My tongue slid upward between her lips.
I almost, but not quite, touched her clit before moving back downward.
As she wiggled and pleaded, I used my fingers to part her lips and slowly drag my tongue between them until I lightly flicked her clit with it.
She cried out.
Lost in a haze of heat and pleasure, I could hear the change in her breath as she came closer and closer to the edge of climax. I lightly nipped her clit, providing a flash of heat that nearly overwhelmed her. My damp tongue glided over the bitten area, soothing the slight sting. I knew if I continued, she would come. She was that close.
And that’s when I stopped licking her.
Her eyes flew open in shock as she turned to look at me. “Damn you!”
I laughed. “It’ll be better this way. Trust me.”
“What will be better than me coming, you fucker?”
“Delaying your orgasm.” I smiled at her.
She shook her head, her eyes widened.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Paybacks are a bitch. I planned a very important dinner tonight. All I asked was that you have dinner with me and some friends. Instead, you wanted my cock. Well, you’ve got it now and I will give it to you when I am ready.”
“I didn’t agree to edging. You know I hate edging.”
I stood up and stared. “I can stop if you want?”
Our eyes locked for what felt like forever, before she sighed and laid her head back down on the table. While I was all for fucking her senseless in the dining room, she did just recover from a major trauma. Turning her to face me, I smiled before hauling her up and over my shoulder. For what I had planned, I wanted privacy.
Making my way up the stairs, I dispensed with any formality and swatted her ass hard.
“What the fuck!” she screeched.
Smacking her again, she cried, “That one hurt!”
“Next time, put the damn dress on,” I muttered, before smacking her again.
Walking into our bedroom, I dropped her on the bed with flair as I took off my suit jacket and undid the buttons of my shirt as I watched her wiggle and finagle her hands free. When she went to take off her shoes, I stopped her. “Leave them on.”
Grabbing her ankles, I yanked her towards the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide so I could look at my wet pussy.
And fuck me, she was wet.
Her pretty pink pussy glistened, sparkled, begged me to lick her clean.
Instead, I leaned over her, trailing feather like kisses over her breasts. Occasionally switching to quick licks. I knew bringing her to the brink of orgasm without allowing her release was torture for her, but like I said earlier, paybacks were a bitch.
She gasped when my tongue lapped at her nipple, and I lightly blew cool air over it. Her gasp turned into a moan when my hot mouth closed over the cooled area. I suckled her nipple and rolled the other between my thumb and index finger.
I then turned my attention to kissing my way down her firm abdomen until I reached her waist. At her hip, I leaned closer and brought my teeth together until they touched her skin right at the curve of the hipbone. Maintaining the pressure of grazing her flesh, I drew my head away, scraping my teeth over her tender area.
This elicited a delighted squeal.
“Do that again.”
I obeyed her breathy request, and she rewarded me with another sound of pleasure as her hips bucked.
“Again.”
I ignored her this time and traced my lips over her, following the line of her pelvis. Her growl of frustration faded into a drawn-out moan of pleasure. When my lips moved over the inner curve of her right hip, she stiffened, lost in the sensations, very close to going over the edge.
I slowly dragged my tongue over the top of her pussy. Her hips came up, trying to get closer to my tongue. I trailed kisses over her labia, leaving no part untouched. I then traced the outline of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. Using my tongue, I slid upward between the lips of her pussy. I almost, but not quite, touched her clit before moving back down. As her hands tightened in my hair, my fingers parted her wet lips, and I slowly dragged my tongue between them until I flicked her clit.
Her body stiffened.
She shuddered for a few seconds and then gasped my name, “Montana.”
She pulled at me until I rose above her and gazed down into her eyes. “Time to fuck me now.”
I smirked. “Is it?”
She growled, reached down and removed my pants before grabbing my dick. She slid her hand along my shaft and then pulled me to her.
At the touched of her hot wetness on the tip of my dick, I gasped.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me into her.
It was like my dick was coming home.
I filled her swiftly. She pushed my pants down further, then used the heels of her new shoes to shove them completely down my legs.
I lowered my head and brushed my lips over hers as I began to move within her.
Parting her lips for my kiss, I moved to the corner of her mouth and then trailed kisses along her neck. My right hand came up and cupped her breast. I gave it a little squeeze as my thumb and index finger trapped her nipple. When I nipped the side of her neck, she clamped down on me.
“Oh Fuck!” she cried, as her orgasmic cry still reverberated in the air.
I picked up my pace until I was fucking her hard and fast.
“Montana!”
I rose, stepped the rest of the way out of my pants, then climbed back on the bed on my knees. I lifted her ass until it rested on my thighs and slid my dick back inside her pussy. My hands wrapped around her hips as I held her in place awhile I fucked her with long, hard strokes.
As I thrust into her, her whole body trembled and shook. Her insides quivered, her muscles tightened and her breathing stopped. I watched as her head arched back, and a silent scream directed to the far wall. Her back came up. All awareness tunneled down to the sensations of my dick gliding through her sex, then exploded outward. Her body went completely limp as the pent-up cry came out in a loud wail as another orgasm washed through her.
I growled, stretching over her again. “You’re mine, forever. We are getting married tomorrow. Say yes.”
She nipped the side of my neck. I liked the little sting, but I wanted her submission.
“Say yes, Tess, or I will leave this room until you give in.”
She opened her mouth a little, then closed it.
I rammed myself deep inside her causing her to cry out.
“Say it!” I roared, thrusting hard into her.
Her nails ripped into my back.
I stopped dead. Refusing to move.
She opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her eyes pleading with me to continue.
“Say it.”
“YES!” she yelled angrily. “Just move!”
Holding her against me, I thrust furiously in her, grunting until I felt my balls pull up. With one last thrust, I roared out my release as I shot load after load of cum deep inside her.
I lay in bed late at night, watching her sleep.
True to her word, we were married at city hall the next morning. While it wasn’t exactly what I planned, the deed was done. Tessa was legally Mrs. Montana Stone. More importantly, she had my ring on her finger and a new tracker embedded under her skin.
Though she wasn’t happy with the latter.
Not that I gave a fuck.
After the deed was done, I took her to the clubhouse, where the brothers partied and celebrated my good fortune. I knew we still had a lot of shit to work out, but all I cared about was that she was mine.
Forever.
THE END