Chapter 20 #2
It goes on forever, and I greedily lap up every drop that pushes out around my fingers, sucking at her pussy lips while the waves of pleasure roll through her.
There isn’t a sight on Earth more awe-inspiring than Sydney in the throes of a mind-blowing release.
It’s the most beautiful, raw version of her, and I thank my lucky stars for getting to experience it.
Eventually, she softens against my fingers, and I pull them out, pressing barely-there kisses all over her soaked flesh.
I give her time to recover, gently cleaning her with the softest licks I can manage.
She tastes incredible everywhere, but there’s something about the heavy flavor of her cum that I can’t seem to get enough of.
“So perfect,” I whisper, kissing her sensitive clit one last time before making my way up her body.
Her eyes are closed, a thin sheen of sweat glistening across her forehead as she attempts to fill her lungs with air.
I give her more time to enjoy the post-orgasm buzz, mindlessly dragging my lips along her shoulder until she finds my cheeks with her hands and pulls me in for a kiss.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I rasp, feeding her my tongue so she can experience for herself how delicious she is.
She sucks herself off me, her moans vibrating against my chest as she enjoys the taste of her own pussy.
The move—her reaction—is so erotic, I almost consider pushing inside her without any protection at all, but I know it’s not a good idea.
We probably need to discuss the future before we make any big decisions, especially ones that could potentially bind us for life.
As if we aren’t already.
We make out for several minutes, my hips thrusting on their own volition as my cock glides along her opening. The way our piercings work together to create the most intense, mind-altering pleasure is wild, like we were meant to find one another in this way.
In the past, when I envisioned what my life would look like, I always thought I’d end up with someone who complemented my weaknesses with their strengths—who possessed all the things that I lacked.
But as alike as Sydney and I are, we don’t need to fill in each other’s blanks. We simply amplify what we already are.
Strong. Dominating. Un-fucking-stoppable.
Our tongues tangle, soft moans being passed back and forth between us as she tips her hips up in an attempt to get me inside.
Her lips hug the head of my cock, challenging my control as I fight against my instincts to give in to what we’re both craving.
I know we’ve both been tested, since you can’t even set foot in Velvet without a clean bill of health, but we haven’t talked about birth control, or what we’d do if it failed.
I don’t think either of us even knows what comes after tonight, let alone forever.
Acting responsibly, even though I don’t want to, I reach over to the nightstand and retrieve a condom. She almost looks disappointed when I return with the foil packet pinched between my fingers, so I take a moment to let her know where I’m at.
“For the record, I want nothing more than to take you without anything between us. And as soon as we figure out what the future looks like, I promise I will. I’ll pump you so full that there won’t be a second of the day where I’m not leaking down your thighs, giving you a warm, filthy reminder of who you belong to. Okay?”
A harsh exhale rushes past her lips, her eyes rolling back at my words as she nods in understanding.
I can’t wait to give her every raw inch of my cock, emptying myself into her until there isn’t room for another drop.
We’ll have that discussion as soon as she’s ready, but for now, I just want to be deep inside the sweetest, tightest pussy in the world.
“There’s my good girl,” I say, pressing my lips to hers in a quick caress before I push onto my knees.
Tearing the condom packet open with my teeth, I keep my gaze locked on hers as I slowly roll it down my length.
I pinch the tip, making sure there’s enough room for the load I’m about to fill it with, which I expect to be a lot, since I haven’t been with anyone since her.
It’s just been me and my hand, conjuring up dirty images of Sydney while we waited for her to come to her goddamn senses.
No regrets.
“You ready, sweetheart?” I ask, lowering back down between her spread thighs.
We’re a perfect fit, our bodies curving together in a way I don’t think I’ll ever get over.
It’s something I’ve never had before—connecting to a woman on so many levels—and fuck if it doesn’t make me hopeful that we can keep it going.
I’ve experienced the rest…I don’t want it anymore. I just want her.
“Fuck me, Steele,” she pleads, her legs wrapping around my ass and pulling me in.
In a breath, I’m slowly pressing against her entrance, a relieved sigh escaping from my lungs as I finally slide inside.
I can feel each barbell as it bumps along her wet, sensitive opening, slanting my mouth over hers and swallowing every needy whine as I bury myself to the hilt.
Her inner muscles clench in protest to the intrusion, making me grit my teeth as I attempt to stave off my release.
I haven’t even moved yet, and the little vixen has me ready to explode. How am I supposed to survive her?
When I feel like I’ve regained my bearings, I pull my hips back and slowly drive forward, grateful when her walls begin to relax.
She feels like heaven, each thrust met with more wetness as I take my time learning what she likes.
Sure, we’ve had sex before, but that was fast. Rough.
Desperate. By the time I got inside her that night, we were both on the brink of detonation, not needing much to find the climax we were searching for.
“Nobody feels as good as you do,” she murmurs, pulling me in for a kiss.
The words set my entire existence on fire, and I doubt she even realizes it.
All I want is to be the one she craves—the one she runs to when she needs to be taken care of.
Even if it means crawling for her every night, I’ll fucking do it without a moment of hesitation.
“Your cunt was made for me, Sydney,” I reply, making her arch into me.
The metal barbells through her peaked nipples press against my chest, spurring me on to pick up the pace at which I’m fucking her.
I punch forward as deep as I can get, watching with satisfaction as her lids flutter closed, each breath that rushes from her lungs more ragged than the last. Her nails bite into the skin above my ass, begging without words for everything I have to give.
“There she is. There’s my dirty fucking girl,” I grind out, pounding into her and reveling in the way she reacts to the sweet punishment.
Our bodies are so in sync, giving and taking the most intense pleasure as we fuck like we’ve been doing it forever.
In fact, I don’t think I could recall a single one of my previous partners in this moment.
It’s as though it never happened at all now that I know what perfection really feels like.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her neck arching into the mattress. “I’m gonna come again.”
“Yeah, you are,” I reply, fucking her harder as my own release barrels toward me.
But I do everything I can to hold it back, because I’ll be damned if I miss her screaming my name when she falls apart.
“You tell me who owns this cunt when you do, Syd. I’ve been fucking my fist to the thought of it since the first time I heard that pretty mouth utter my name. ”
I’m relentless, my fingers burning into the skin of her thigh as I hammer into her, feeling her pussy begin to contract around me.
I keep my eyes open, listening intently for the moment she gives me what I need.
Her muscles wind tight, and she sucks in a deep gulp of oxygen just as she clamps down against me like a vise.
“Steele! Fuck!” she cries out, her release pulling her under violently.
The sound unleashes the most primal part of me, and I thrust one, two, three more times before emptying into the condom with a loud roar.
Electricity rushes through my veins, burning me from the inside out in the most intense, unforgettable orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
It goes on for what feels like years, both of us lost in the pleasure as we do our best not to float away.
Eventually, my soul returns to my body, my senses fading back into reality one by one.
Suddenly, I’m hyperaware of every part of her, from the damp swells of her breasts against me to the smell of her sweet perfume.
Every tired exhale that leaks from her parted lips feels like fire along my skin as she slowly comes back to the present.
“How are we doing, baby?” I ask, sweeping a rogue lock of hair from her face.
“Can you open your eyes for me?” The request is purely selfish, just me needing to connect with her in whatever ways she’ll allow.
That thought alone would have the old Steele Harlow running for the hills, but that’s not who I am with Sydney.
I may still have a lot of work to do on myself, but I’m certain that this girl is making me better with every passing day.
The loyalty she’s shown her family and the Renegades by sticking with me, even when she didn’t want to, has me determined to do the same.
“No,” she protests, her lids still closed. “Sydney isn’t here right now. She died.”
I bark a laugh, and she cracks one eye open, a dick-drunk smile playing at her lips.
She’s exhausted, which is fine by me because that means she isn’t going anywhere—at least not tonight.
I’ve only imagined what it would be like to wake up next to her, and now it just might actually become a reality.
“Okay, fine,” I relent playfully, pressing my mouth to hers in a chaste kiss before ringing my fingers around the base of the condom and carefully pulling out.
She whimpers quietly, and to be honest, I feel the same fucking way.
I’d stay inside her forever if I could, but right now, she needs aftercare.
“Relax,” I tell her, finding the floor with my feet. “I’m going to get us cleaned up, then grab you a bottle of water and something to eat. Then, I’d love it if you let me hold you until morning. Does that sound good?”
She inhales a deep soothing breath, nodding her head as her smile grows wider.
I can’t stop my heart from galloping inside my chest, gratitude flowing through me like a warm wave at the sight of her in my bed.
I don’t know what tomorrow looks like for us, especially since we can’t really tell anyone what’s going on, but at the end of the day, none of that matters.
Not right now, anyway. I’m sure the time will come when we have to inform her dad and the rest of the world of what’s going on, but I’m happy just having her here.
I waited too long to not appreciate every second of Sydney Grant’s time I’m given.
Now, I need to put in the effort, so I never have to tell her goodbye.