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My lips dust over the soft skin of her stomach, pressing delicate kisses there as I lie between her legs, getting gradually lower as I go.
I can’t get enough of her and I can’t seem to bring myself from touching her.
She’s addictive.
I’m not going to deny the fact that I love this woman. I’ve loved her since the first time I laid eyes on her, but my love for her has only grown stronger. But tonight…
Tonight was indescribable.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful than when Sierra let go, when she gave herself to me, trusted me wholly with her body.
I’ve never loved her so much, and I’ve never been prouder of her.
When she walked into my bedroom, the last thing I ever expected her to do was shimmy out of her robe, leaving her in the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen. The delicate blood red lace barely covered her, it was just enough to tease the treasures that lay beneath the skimpy fabric and had me foaming at the mouth for a taste.
“What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me it was your birthday?” she asks, her voice bringing me back to the present. Her fingers brush through my hair, the feel of her fingernails grazing my scalp sending tingles down my spine.
I look up to find her peering down at me curiously, those beautiful hazel eyes finding me through the dimly lit room. I’ve known she’s wanted to ask me more about it since Ray brought it up earlier today, but she’s been otherwise distracted.
After our first time, I carried her to the bathroom, taking time to wash every part of her before making her come again on my mouth as she braced herself above me against the tiled shower wall. I then carried her back to bed, where I’m making it my mission to cover every inch of her body with kisses, paying extra attention to her scars.
I want to replace their hurtful touches with gentle kisses, erasing her memories of them from her body so that I’m the only one she feels.
“I haven’t had anybody to celebrate my birthday with in a long time, so I didn’t see the point,” I reply.
She glances over to the clock on the bedside table. “But I’m here. To celebrate with, I mean.”
I move up her body, bracing myself on my forearms above her as I bring my mouth down over hers.
She rolls me onto my back and follows me over so that she’s straddling my hips, my cock resting against her ass.
She presses a kiss to my neck. “And there’s still eighteen minutes left of your birthday.”
The playful edge in her voice makes me smirk. “What do you have in mind, princess?”
She shoots me a coy smile. “I have a few ideas.”
“Someone’s getting braver.” My chest fills with pride, watching how her confidence has grown and knowing I’m the one who had a role in that.
Shuffling down my body, she dots kisses down my sternum, over my stomach and lower…
She grips my cock, gently stroking from root to tip. Her soft, hesitant touch sends shivers down my spine, but it’s not enough.
“You can squeeze me harder, baby. I won’t break.”
Her grip tightens and I hiss.
Fuck, her hand feels incredible.
It doesn’t take long until the tip of my cock beads with pre-cum, the sensation of a hand other than my own stroking my cock is too much to handle.
She dips down and swipes her tongue through my slit, gathering the moisture that leaks there.
“Fuck, Sierra,” I groan. “Don’t tease me, princess. You want my cock, you take it. It’s yours.”
Yep, I’m officially pussy-whipped, and no, I’m not ashamed of the fact. She could lead me by the dick just about anywhere and I’d gladly follow like a puppy following its master—or mistress.
“You don’t have to do this, princess,” I remind her. The memory of the photo we were sent with her being forced to do this flashes in my mind.
“It’s okay. I want to, just… just don’t grip my hair, please.”
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
She reaches a hand up to link her fingers with mine as her other wraps around the base of my cock as her mouth descends, her eyes never leaving mine.
She takes me in her mouth, taking me as far as she can go before releasing me with a pop and my balls tighten in an instant. I’m not going to last long, I’m certain of it.
I can only stare in awe as her head bobs up and down, the length of my cock disappearing into the wet warmth of her mouth.
“Jesus, you’re good at this,” I hiss as she massages the underside of my cock with her tongue, running along the thick vein that pulses with arousal.
The wet, sloppy sounds as she sucks me off has my balls tightening. It’s so erotically crude that it only turns me on more.
“Spin around, princess. Let me lick your pussy.” Her eyes flare as she pops her mouth off me and turns around, backing up the bed so her pussy hovers over my mouth, her knees either side of my head. “Baby, I’m gonna need you to sit on my face.”
“But you won’t be able to breathe,” she pants.
“Oh, I’ll find a way. Now sit.” I grip her hips and tug her down so she’s smothering me, and spear my tongue into her wet cunt.
She cries out as I lick her from her entrance all the way up to her clit, that I suck between my lips, tickling with my tongue.
“Put your mouth on me, princess,” I say before diving back in for more.
Sparks of pleasure shoot through me when she swallows all of me. I feel her gag around me as the tip hits the back of her throat, but it doesn’t deter her. She’s a natural at this, I suppose all those smutty books I noticed in the corner of her bedroom back home have taught her a trick or two.
She sucks me like it’s her job to please me, her saliva dribbling down to my balls that she begins massaging with her hand and before I know it, I’m nearing my climax.
I lift her up slightly, the cool chill in the room hitting my wet face. “I’m gonna come, princess. Stop now if you don’t want it to be in your mouth. But it’s your turn to come first.”
I flick my tongue against her clit, desperate to make her come before me, but with her mouth still sliding up and down my cock, it’s a challenge to hold it off.
I feel her pussy quiver, her legs tightening around my head and I don’t have to wait long until she’s gushing all over my tongue, her sweet, tangy juices coating my face and filling my mouth.
Her climax triggers mine and I come so hard my ears ring and my vision turns fuzzy, and she doesn’t stop sucking until she’s taken every last drop of my cum.
I lift her off me and spin her around, crashing my lips to hers, sharing the taste of our releases, as the musky scent of sex lingers all around us.
I excuse myself to the bathroom to clean up before bringing Sierra a damp washcloth and cleaning her up too before climbing back into bed. I pull her against me, the warmth of her body tucked into mine is the best feeling in the world.
She tips my chin towards her and stretches up to kiss me. “Happy birthday,” she says softly, just as the clock beside us strikes midnight.
I press a kiss to the top of her head as she snuggles herself against my chest. “Best birthday ever.”
∞∞∞
The next morning, I wake up to my phone buzzing on the nightstand and Gage’s name lights up my screen.
Blinking against the harsh sunlight that streams through the gap in the curtains, I slip out of bed and leave the room as quietly as I can before I answer.
“Did I wake you?” he asks. I glance at the clock in my phone. Ten-thirty. Shit.
I swallow. “Uh, no. Why?”
“No reason. So, how’s everything your end? I trust you’re taking good care of my sister.”
Define taking care of her, I want to ask.
The tone of his voice makes me wonder if somehow he knows that I was balls-deep inside his sister only hours ago and my heart thumps.
I hate going behind his back. Fucking his sister isn’t what he meant by taking care of her, but I did it anyway. I have a sudden urge to come clean. I’ve never lied to him once in the time I’ve been working for him and I don’t want to start now, but I’m not sure how to form the words.
“All good here. Sierra is doing well. The nightmares have subsided and she’s getting healthier, mentally, every day. How is everything back home? Any news on Austin?”
There’s a pause on his end that has my stomach dropping. “We had an attempted break-in the night before last. They managed to bypass the gates but didn’t get into the house, the guards apprehended two men, there’s no doubt they’re Austin’s guys.”
I run a hand over my stubbled face. “Fuck.”
“We got some information out of them. They were sent as scouts to see how easy it would be to get in and report back to Sloane. Suffice it to say, they won’t be going back.”
“I’ll call Max later and see if he’s any closer to finding that slimy bastard. Are the women okay? The kids?”
“Della was a little shaken, given what happened last year when Bryce’s guys broke in.”
Della was home alone when Bryce Tanner, Austin’s now-dead brother, had a few of his guys try to take her. It ended in a couple of our men being killed and Della being forced to kill a man to protect herself, something Gage still blames himself for. Della’s father had promised her to Tanner, and knowing what a nasty piece of work he is, and having been in love with Della for years, Gage saw fit to steal her away from him and make her his wife instead. Bryce never gave up in his pursuit of her, and it ended up killing him.
“I hear you. I was actually wondering about giving Sierra some self-defence lessons in case she ever finds herself in a situation where she needs it.”
“That’s a good idea, Alec. You know I trust your judgement in what’s best for Si.”
“Her safety is my top priority. I have to tell her about the break-in, I can’t lie to her.” I won’t.
“I understand that. Let me know if anything happens.”
“Of course.” We say goodbye and I hang up, returning to the bedroom to find Sierra sat up, the bed sheets clutched to her bare chest.
Her matter hair, bruised lips and the shy smile she shoots me as I cross the threshold puts a smile on my face. “Morning, princess.”
“Hey.”
“Sleep okay?”
She nods. “Like a baby. The monsters in my nightmares don’t find me when you’re near.”
“And the real life ones will never hurt you again, I promise you.” I take her chin in my fingers, guiding her face up enough to press my lips to hers.
If this is what the rest of my life looks like, then sign me the fuck up, because I want nothing other than what is right in front of me.
Her. In my bed. Smiling up at me.
Sierra is my future.
“How does a lesson in self-defence grab you?” I ask.
She pulls herself up onto her knees, letting the sheet drop from around her naked body, her nipples instantly hardening. “Hmm, it depends on the teacher.”
My hands skim down her sides and she shudders beneath my touch. “Well, this teacher doesn’t take any shit, bad behaviour gets punished.”
She eyes me playfully. “Punished how?”
“I guess you’ll find out if you’re naughty. Now get dressed, we’ve got work to do.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, it’s going to be a long day.