19. Sydney
T his is it! He’s finally going to fuck me — claim me as his forever. My hands tremble as I grasp the front of Reese’s shirt, fingers fighting with each button as I pop them open. The whole time, his lips never leave mine. Nipping, sucking, devouring. I’ve never felt this need that rushes through my veins, ending in a pulsing sensation at my clit.
I push the shirt off Reese’s shoulders, until he takes over, ripping the material from his arms and flinging it somewhere. I don’t care right now, I just need him — my mate . The thought of those words alone has an inferno blazing under my skin.
Not wasting a second, Reese rolls me under him, my head firmly planted on the pile of pillows. My hungry eyes feast on the male specimen hovering over me. Black hair dusts his full, rounded pec muscles, leading a trail down the center of his abs before disappearing into the waist of his jeans. I lick my lips, already knowing the kind of monster that awaits me.
A low moan sneaks out of my mouth as I remember the taste of him on my greedy tongue.
“Needy, baby girl?” The baritone of his voice vibrates through me as he nuzzles his lips into the side of my neck.
Dropping to his forearms, Reese’s lower half nestles between my welcoming thighs. In my hurry to get him undressed, my dress has bunched up to reveal my light-blue lace panties. Tilting my hips, I grind my aching core against his clothed cock.
Still busy sucking and biting my neck, Reese murmurs against my feverish skin. “Are you sure, Angel?”
Lacing my fingers through his hair, I yank his head back until our eyes meet. “I’m so ready, mate.” A low growl comes from his chest at my use of the word mate . “I want you. No, I need you inside of me. It hurts, Reese. And you’re the only thing that can make it stop.”
“Where does it hurt, my sweet angel? Show me.” His eyes darken, tracing over my body as he slides my dress up and over my head. Strong hands glide down my body until he removes my panties, too. Flinging my clothes into the abyss to join his shirt.
“Show me,” he repeats the command.
Sliding my hands to my small breasts, I push them together as much as I can. “Here.” My voice a breathy moan that I don’t even recognize, I’m too lost to the lust calling me to bond with my mate.
A hot tongue trails over the tops of my breasts. Reaching my nipple, Reese sucks the tightened bud into his mouth, moaning in appreciation. “You taste so fucking sweet, my angel. Like heaven on Earth.”
Arching my back, I grip his hair and hold him to me as he feasts on my flesh. “Where else does it hurt?” he mumbles around a mouthful of my tits.
Coasting a path down the center of my stomach to my belly button, I moan, “Here.”
Reese’s tongue follows the path, lapping at my skin like I’m coated in sugar, moaning with every pass of his tongue. “Where else?” he grunts, twirling his tongue to dip inside my belly button, filling it with his saliva.
“Here.” I whimper, fingers slipping between my wet pussy lips. I’ve never been this wet and aroused in my entire adult life. This man brings out a feral need in me that almost scares me with how much I want him.
Bending his neck, Reese flattens his tongue against my opening, lasciviously licking a path up to my clit. “Better?” He looks up at me with pitch black eyes, the pupil nearly blotting out his already dark irises. I nod, pulling him up my body for a kiss.
His lips land on mine, tongue invading my mouth. The slight tang of my own arousal coats my taste buds, stirring my need further. “Need you.” Kissing down his jaw, I scrape my teeth over his Adam’s apple, causing a slight tremor to rush through his big body. He’s just as affected by this incomprehensible lust as I am.
My hands latch onto his belt, unbuckling it quickly and working the leather through the loops. Suddenly, Reese grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. “Not so fast, Angel. I need to hear you scream my name before I give you my cock.”
Yes, please. I shiver at his words, struggling to get my hands free of his grasp.
Leather cracks as Reese finishes removing his belt. Looping it around my wrists, he flashes a devilish grin that has my cunt clenching. “Hands above your head, or I stop, got it?”
Lower lip caught between my teeth, I nod. Holy fuck, he’s kinky.
“Good girl,” he rasps, dipping to place one last peck on my kiss-swollen lips.
Like an apex predator, he prowls down my body, molten chocolate eyes never leaving mine. Burying his nose in the thatch of dark-blonde hair on my mound, he sucks in a large breath. Scenting me. Why is that so sexy? “Mmm. You smell like mine .” The broken growl rolling out of his mouth is nothing short of animalistic.
My scent alone has brought this beast of a man to his knees.
Swiping his face side to side, he coats his beard in my juices. Fuck, that should not be a turn on. But my inner muscles spasm at the sight.
The stiff hairs of his beard scratch the sensitive skin on my inner thighs and pussy, leaving a red trail in its wake. A whimper falls from my lips at the burning sensation on my skin.
Easing the slight pain, Reese runs his tongue over the reddened flesh. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing my heated skin. Then, as if the last thread of his patience has snapped, he devours me. Lapping and slurping at my throbbing cunt until I’m writhing underneath his massive frame.
As much as I want to move my hands, run my fingers through his dark locks, and suffocate him in my pussy, I resist. I want to be his good girl. I want all of his praise.
And I fucking want all the orgasms he’ll give me .
Tingling builds in my core with each thrust of his skilled tongue, the pleasure slowly leaking into my veins. “I’m so close, Reese.” Snapping my thighs shut, I do my best to hold his mouth to me.
Swiping a thumb through my slit, he coats it in my arousal before bringing it to my clit. Rubbing in small circles, he applies the perfect amount of pressure to send me spiraling. My eyes slam shut, bursts of color splashing on my lids like the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen. Fire ignites in my veins as my back arches, hands fisting above my head.
Once the colors fade, I blink my eyes open and slump against the pillows. Soft lips kiss a path up my body until Reese kneels between my spread thighs. Reaching above my head, he releases my wrists, massaging the flesh between his thick fingers.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His voice is gentle, sincerity dripping from his brown eyes.
I quickly shake my head, flashing him a sultry smile. “Quite the opposite.”
Grasping at my freedom, I scramble for the zipper of his jeans, lowering it and pushing the denim down his hips. Reese chuckles at my eagerness. “Slow down, Angel. I want to make your first time everything it should be. I want to make you feel good.”
“You already did,” I assure, stifling a giggle as Reese nearly topples over in his rush to undress.
Kneeling before me, naked, he wraps a hand around the monster between his legs. I sort of forgot how big it is. I’m going to be sore tomorrow .
My eyes track his fist as it strokes from knot to tip and back again. Each time he reaches the base of his cock, his palm slips around the knot and squeezes until a low groan fills the air. “You’re so sexy.” The words slip out of my mouth, eyes still latched onto his fist.
In one swift motion, Reese drops into a push-up position over me. “Not as sexy as you.”
My cheeks flame at his words. I’ve never seen myself as sexy, what with my nearly non-existent boobs and small frame. My features are rather plain, although I feel anything but plain with the heat burning in Reese’s eyes.
“Are you ready for me, my little mate?” Bracing on one elbow, he grips his cock in his free hand. The tip already leaking for me.
Swallowing my nerves, because this is really happening, I nod. “Yes, mate.”
Reese’s eyes flare as he lines up with my opening and pushes inside.
Fire. I must be on fire. My body tenses and tears prick my eyes. The flesh of my opening burns like I’m being ripped in two. On instinct, my hands slam against Reese’s chest, halting his movements.
“Shit.” He pulls out, and I release a shaky breath, the pain ebbing slightly. “Angel, I’m hurting you.”
A traitorous tear slips free only to be caught by Reese’s fingers. “We can wait, Sydney. There’s no rush.”
“No. I want you. Please, Reese. ”
Suddenly, he rolls to his back, propping himself against the mountain of pillows. And just like that, my stomach plummets.
We’re done.
He doesn’t even want to try.
“ C ome here, beautiful Angel.” I point at my lap. Sydney sniffles, but crawls to me, straddling my hips and bracing her hands on my shoulders. Using a single finger, I guide her downcast chin up until watery blue eyes lock on mine. “This way, you can control the pace and depth. You’re in control, Sydney. Always .”
With a gusted exhale, she nods. “Okay.”
Wiping away the fresh tears, I say, “If it hurts too much, we stop.”
She nods, even though my gut tells me she’s not going to stop. She wants this too much. Wants me too much.
Her hips rock forward, pussy lips spread obscenely wide around my aching cock. She runs her velvet heat up and down my length, lubing me with her arousal. Precome trickles from the tip, adding to the mix. Sydney’s moans grow louder with each slide of her hips; she’s ready.
“Lift up for me, Angel.” She lifts to her knees.
Fisting my cock, I line myself up with her opening, and she sinks down onto the head.
“Go slow. Eyes on me, sweetheart.” My own eyes catalog every feature of her face, waiting for the first sign of pain.
But it never comes.
The fairy lights reflect in her wild, lust-filled eyes. She sinks down further. “Halfway there, Angel.”
Gripping her hips, I thrust up slightly as she sinks down, taking me until her opening rests against my knot. I’m not going to knot her the first time she has sex. This moment should be something separate, special for a different reason. “How does that feel?”
Rolling her head to the side, she grinds down further on me, a wanton moan spilling out of her mouth. “So good. Can I move?”
I chuckle, guiding her small hips, rocking her back and forth so her clit drags against my pelvis. “That’s it, my beautiful mate. Look how well you’re taking me. How full your tight pussy is.”
“Fuck. Yes, Reese,” she whines, learning quickly what brings her pleasure and taking control. Delirious with lust, she bounces on my lap. On each down stroke, her already tight pussy clamps around my cock, igniting sparks of pleasure deep inside me.
Snaking a hand between her small tits, it comes to rest on her slender throat. Tightening my grip, her eyes roll back in her head and her cunt clenches tighter. “You feel that, Angel? Your pretty little cunt milking my cock. Fuck, so damn good for me. Like my own personal heaven. Can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy every day.”
My dirty words spur her on, the blunt tips of her nails cut into my pecs, the bite of pain pulling a groan from my lips. “Mark me, Angel. Make me yours.”
The cool summer air fills with a chorus of moans and grunts, crescendoing as Sydney throws her head back on a final wail. The velvet heat of her pussy spasms around my cock, almost pulling me with her. Collapsing forward, she tucks her head against my neck, chest heaving with exertion. “Holy fuck,” she murmurs.
“Not done yet, mate.”
Flipping us over, I rest her pliant body against the pillows. My hips thrust wildly, pounding into her as pleasure spirals down my spine.
“Knot me! Please, Reese,” she begs, one hand rubbing her clit, chasing a second orgasm.
“Not yet, baby girl,” I moan, barely holding back. Burying my head in her neck, euphoria takes over. My orgasm rushes to the surface as her pussy milks my cock, come coating her womb. I roar into her sweat-slicked flesh. My teeth resting over her galloping pulse, aching to claim her fully.
“That was amazing,” she sighs, probably too blissed-out from a double orgasm to question why I didn’t knot her.
Rolling to the side, I pull my mate against my chest. The organ inside working overtime from the best sex I’ve ever had.
Worry creeps up my spine like a spider, spinning its web and taking up residence in my brain. What if I can’t make her happy? What if she leaves? What if I hurt her?
Sydney snuggles against my chest with a contented sigh. Her naked flesh melting against mine, her breathing slow and even.
Stroking my hand gently down her back, I try to drown my worry in her soft, supple skin and her now familiar scent.
But my mind wanders to our physical differences, a direct reflection of every reason I should stay away. Even though I let myself give in… just this once. Her skin is so smooth and pure, pale and unblemished by age and life. Rough calluses and tan, weathered skin cover my large hand, a testament to the hard life I’ve lived. She’s so small, almost breakable under my touch. We’re like night and day; it’ll never work. She’s better off in the city with some yuppy—someone like I used to be.
Flyaway strands of white-blonde hair tickle my face. Dipping down, I bury my nose in Sydney’s hair, inhaling her rich gardenia scent. The familiar smell settles my nerves, stopping my chaotic thoughts for now .
Fuck, she’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a partner. Feisty. Strong. Driven. Smart.
And our sexual chemistry is off the charts. I’ve never been with a woman who so willingly trusted me with her pleasure. Sydney didn’t hesitate when I wrapped my belt around her delicate wrists, appeasing the beast in me. If anything, being restrained made her come harder. Her pussy locked down tight on my fingers and tongue.
I told her to go after what she wants and take it. But why can’t I listen to my own advice? Why can’t I take her? Claim her.
Keep her.
Because everything I’ve ever taken for myself in life has been ripped away from me.
My grandmother.
My company.
My best friend.
A normal fucking life. I’m destined to be alone.
If I keep her, am I dooming her to the same fate? To walk a path to hell alongside me for the rest of her life?
Or can she be my salvation?
I still can’t shake the doubt clawing at the back of my mind that she’d be happier somewhere else. With someone else.