15. Reese
S ydney impales herself on my cock, sheathing every inch, even my knot, inside her velvet heat. A pained groan spills from my parted lips.
“So fucking wet for me, Angel.” Her arousal spills down the sides of my shaft as she leisurely rolls her hips in a perfect figure-eight, driving me out of my fucking mind.
Her lithe body is intoxicating; I can’t take my eyes off her. Pink flushed skin glistens with sweat as she moves, small hands toying with her pert breasts until the rosy nipples stiffen into peaks. I want them in my mouth; I want the sweet taste of her skin on my tongue.
Icy blonde strands trail down behind her, swinging back and forth in time with the motion of her narrow hips, as she tips her head back, lost to the carnal urge rippling down our mate bond.
Reaching a hand down to guide her hips, I’m met by silky, soft hair.
What the—
My eyes shoot open only to find a set of mischievous baby blues staring up at me, pink lips suctioned around the head of my cock.
“Holy fuck.’’ The words tumble from my mouth on a low moan as Sydney deep throats my cock, nose brushing the sensitive skin of my knot. Hollowing her cheeks, she pulls back, letting my dick slip from her sinful mouth.
“Good morning.” Her voice is raspy, either from sleep or having my dick rammed down her throat. “I like this,” she says before tracing her tongue along the ring of flesh at the base of my hard cock.
A growl slips out as she laps at the sensitive flesh. Tucking a strand of platinum hair behind her ear, I soak up her attention. Her mouth kisses up and down my shaft and around my knot, while her hand works the tip.
My gaze locks on her other hand where it tip-toes up the ridges of my stomach to my chest. Pinching my nipple between her sinful fingers, she tugs until my head falls back against the pillow with another feral growl.
“That’s enough, naughty mate.”
I love her hands and mouth on my body, but right now, I crave her lips on mine. So I do exactly that, hauling her tiny body up until her lips hover over mine. “Good morning, Angel. Goddamn, you look sexy with my cock in your mouth.”
Her cheeks flush a brilliant pink, the color trailing down her neck and chest. I trace the colorful path with my finger; this is how I want to wake up every morning.
“You like my knot?” Masculine pride flares in my chest as her eyes glaze over .
She nods, quick hands reaching down to squeeze the sensitive flesh again, making me groan. “Can I try something?” Her voice drops to a shaky murmur, unsure eyes locked on mine.
“Yeah, Angel. What’d you have in mind?” I croak.
Her eyes swing to the side of the bed. “Stand there.” She directs with the flick of a slender finger.
My brows furrow, but I get up from the bed and hover near the edge of the mattress. Sydney swings her petite body so her head hangs off the bed in front of me as she settles onto her back.
Looking up with an upside-down mischievous grin, she points at her mouth and says, “I want you to fuck my face.”
A strangled groan leaves my mouth. This spitfire of a woman will be the death of me.
I take in her small body. Her chest heaves, small tits jiggling slightly with each breath. Rosebud nipples hardened to sharp points. Her delicate hands grip the sheets as she awaits my approach. From the dip of her waist to the slight flare of her narrow hips—she’s fucking perfect. Smooth, pale legs scissor, no doubt trying to relieve the ache in her glistening core.
Fuck, it’s like she was made for my pleasure.
“You sure, Sydney?” I stroke her white-blonde hair out of her face. It streams down, ends nearly brushing the floor. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure, Reese. I trust you. I want you to fuck my throat,” she states with all the confidence in the world.
“You’re killing me, Angel. Been dreaming about your perfect lips wrapped around my big cock.”
She bites her pouty bottom lip, stifling a low moan .
“You done this before?”
Sydney shakes her head, looking up at me with wide cornflower-blue eyes. I could get lost in those eyes. “No, but I’m a fast learner. Plus, I’ve seen some videos…”
Fuuuck, she’s definitely not as innocent as I thought. Scrubbing a hand over my beard, the coarse hair prickling against my fingers, I let out a sigh before speaking. “If you want me to stop, you tap my leg, okay? I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself once I get your mouth on me. And the last thing I want to do is hurt you, Angel.”
“Okay,” she says, giving me a winning smile and a thumbs up. I chuckle at her enthusiasm.
Positioning myself above her head, I thread my fingers through her hair and lift her head to a better angle. My girl doesn’t hesitate. Reaching out with both hands, she wraps them around my aching cock. I groan at the sensation of her warm hands gripping me tight. She works my shaft with her hands while her tongue darts out to lick my leaking slit.
I shiver, hips gently rocking into her hands, chasing her tongue.
“Fuck, Angel,” I moan. Unable to control myself, I thrust my hips harder, burrowing my cock further into her grip. A burst of pleasure shoots down my spine.
Gaining courage, Sydney slides the tip between her pouty lips, tongue swirling around the crown. She’s the picture of perfection; every dirty fantasy of mine come to life.
“That’s it, Angel. Keep going.”
At my praise, she takes me further into her mouth, bobbing her head the best she can at this angle. Testing the waters, I slowly thrust my hips forward until my cock hits the back of her throat.
Breathing through her nose, Sydney opens her mouth wider and relaxes her throat. She is a fast learner. I flex my hips forward more until my cock is tightly nestled in her throat.
“Fuuuck.” The outline of my thick cock in her delicate throat has me nearly blowing my load. Not yet.
“You’re doing so good, Angel.” She swallows around me as if spurred on by my words of praise, and a shiver runs down my spine as her throat constricts.
Threading my fingers into her hair, I grip the sides of her head and pound into her throat, unable to maintain control a second longer. To my surprise, Sydney grabs my hips, pulling me toward her. Tears stream from her eyes. She gags, spit dripping from the sides of her mouth, but she doesn’t stop.
“Just like that. Choke on it, baby girl.” A few more thrusts and I pull out of her perfect fucking mouth. A thick line of spit trails from the top of my cock to her swollen lips. “Fuck, look at you. So messy for me.”
She gasps for breath, her small hand still pumping my spit-slicked shaft. Every so often, she slides her hand down to squeeze my knot, pulling an involuntary moan from my throat. Tipping my head back, I pinch my eyes shut, letting the waves of pleasure crash over me and sparks fly behind my closed lids.
My eyes flutter open when a wet tongue laps at my knot before licking down to my balls. “Yes, Angel. Suck my balls.”
Feasting on my flesh, she uses her tongue to draw one ball into her hot mouth, giving it a hard suck. Pleasure zips up my spine, so intense my legs nearly buckle.
“Firecracker, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She truly is. She’s laid out for me like a fucking piece of art. Milky white peaks and valleys of porcelain skin writhing in cream silk sheets.
I have to touch her.
Reaching down, I flick one of her nipples. The rosy flesh is already peaked from her arousal. Her muffled moans fill the air, mouth still stuffed with my balls.
Letting it go with a pop , “Again,” she demands.
“As you wish.” I groan before shoving my cock back into her warm, waiting mouth. In and out, in and out, until I’ve worked myself into her throat again. My eyes lock onto the obscene bulge in her throat as wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. Sydney moans around my length, the vibration sending a tingle up my spine. My balls pull up tight; I’m not gonna last.
“You’re taking me so well, Angel. I’m so close. Keep sucking, just like that.”
As much as I want to come down her throat, I have other plans. The primal urge in me demands that I mark her, make her mine. I pull my throbbing cock out of her mouth. Sydney squeals in protest, cupping my balls and giving them a tug.
Closing my eyes, my hand flies up and down my shaft, pleasure sparking behind my lids. I tip my head back on a roar as ropes of come splatter her tits and stomach.
Finally drained, my body gives out. I collapse in front of her head, resting my forehead on her shoulder. My heaving breaths fall in tempo with Sydney’s, our chests rising and falling as one.
“You did so good, Angel,” I praise, stroking her soft hair .
“Mmm, Reese.” Her voice is rough, no doubt from her first time getting throat fucked. My stomach drops.
“Angel, was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”
Turning her head, she plants a soft kiss on my temple. “No, Reese. You were perfect. That was everything I could have imagined.” This girl is my complete undoing.
As soon as my breathing is under control, I push to a stand, gently gathering Sydney in my arms.
In the bathroom, I place her on the counter, stepping back to admire the view. Ribbons of my come drip from her small breasts, creating a river as it slowly slides down to her flat stomach. It’s a sight I could get used to. An appreciative growl rises from my chest. “You look good wearing nothin’ but my come, Angel.”
Catching me off guard, my little firecracker swipes two fingers through the milky white liquid, gathering a good amount before slipping them between her full lips. Locking her eyes on mine, she makes a show of licking her fingers clean. My dick twitches, already at half-mast and begging for round two.
Sliding her fingers free, she moans. “Mmm, you taste so good, Reese.” Slender fingers play in my release again, coating her flesh in the milky liquid before she holds them out for me. “Want a taste?” But I have other plans. Gripping her throat, I drag her forward, slamming my mouth against hers. I swallow down her surprised squeak. Her body melts into mine, her mouth opening for my prodding tongue. A slightly salty taste hits my tongue, mixing with the distinctly sweet flavor of my mate; it’s perfection.
And I want more. Forever .
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I murmur against her kiss-swollen lips. Throwing her over my shoulder, I stalk to the shower. Sydney’s joyous laughter fills the air, crumbling yet another wall around my heart.