CHAPTER EIGHTEEN #3
“We all love it,” I confirm, scratching up and down her bare thigh and breathing easier again. “He couldn’t give us our mom back, but he did a hell of a job giving us a family she’d be proud of.”
“That’s amazing.” She yawns and coils herself tighter around me. “I could tell how close you were that night in San Francisco, and it’s more obvious with every interaction. Even the girls are ride or die for each other and all of you.”
“I’m glad you’ve noticed. We lost everything that night, so while I know it’s not the same, I do understand some of what you’re feeling. You can’t get back what you lost, but you’re in a place that can offer you a life worth fighting for.”
“Maybe,” she whispers, which rings through the air like a small victory. “Let’s see how tomorrow goes.”
We both drift off after that, and the night passes with an odd blend of the deepest sleep and a serene consciousness. Who knew tangled limbs and synchronized heartbeats could be so revitalizing? My silk sheets are vanilla and bourbon and newfound hopes. I’ve never been this at peace.
But as dawn begins to peak, a sense of foreboding clamps my lungs. It’s not the familiar nightmare or anything I’ve experienced before. It’s the realization that holding the greatest treasure means carrying the weight of it possibly being plundered. And for some reason, that feels imminent.
Before I can spiral into whatever foreign trepidation my mind is propelling me into, nirvana finds me. Lips and tongue and a small palm caress my aching cock. I don’t open my eyes because I don’t want to discover it’s a dream, but an unbidden groan blasts out of me.
And breath fans my thighs.
Sylvie’s tongue flicks my piercing—an apadravya, which adorns the head and increases stimulation on the G-spot during intercourse.
Then she trails all seven barbells of my Jacob’s ladder.
They’re pretty fantastic right now, too, with her mouth on me.
When she takes my steel length into the back of her throat, devouring about seventy-five percent of my dick, I have to see it.
Ravenous amber eyes latch to mine, and even though her mouth is full and her head is bobbing, the hint of a grin plays on her cheeks. She was eager for me to wake up.
“So goddamn beautiful, choking on my cock,” I praise in a husky, lust-drenched timbre, reaching to palm her head. “That’s my girl.”
She chases the vein on the underside, whirls the crown, and sucks the tip with a teasing moan. The sultry noise vibrates down my shaft and straight to my balls as she cups them, kneading with expert precision. But, fuck, she’s just getting started.
She massages my taint. Her mouth transforms into a divine wet-and-wild cocoon, frothing more with each deep-throated pass. And her other hand pumps my length, in harmony with her heavenly lips and tongue.
Her cadence never wavers, and if I’m not misreading her face, she’s utterly enthralled by the act. Suffocating herself on my dick, but fully committed. She’s still in my T-shirt, her nipples poking through the cotton to tickle my thighs and the hemline riding up to reveal her toned legs.
“Fucking hell, Sly.” I can’t resist fisting her hair and lifting my hips to push a little further. “That mouth, baby.”
She moans encouragement, urging me to use her. So, I do, and as I readjust for better leverage, my knee rubs against her weeping pussy, and she purrs.
So fucking turned on by blowing me.
My filthy, radiant girl.
“Grind your clit against my leg,” I demand, but her brows knit together, and she pours herself into worshipping my cock. Doubling down on every masterful swipe and touch and lick.
My balls draw up, pressure builds in my abdomen, and a delicious current zips up my spine. I’m so close, but I fight it. Moving my leg back to her cunt, I boost myself onto my elbow, thrust my hips, and rock my shin against her.
“Come with me, Sylvie. You’re so wet for me. I need to see you explode, baby.”
She relents, nearly lying atop my leg and rolling her hips while still sucking me off.
Her panties are sopping, so it’s not surprising that she climbs to the coveted summit so quickly.
Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with the drool dripping from her chin to slide over my shaft.
And her sounds? Those voracious whimpers have my head spinning.
“I’m gonna come, beautiful. Are you ready?”
Hooded eyes and soaked lashes stare back at me as she manages a subtle nod.
“Good girl. Swallow me while you’re falling apart.”
My entire body jerks into her, convulsing through an orgasm that strikes me like a tidal wave. My muscles clench, my spine tingles, and my vision is speckled with the golden hue of morning sunrays and the glow of Sylvie quaking in ecstasy, her throat bobbing with my cum.
I grip her hips and drag her into my arms, capturing her mouth with an insatiable need to taste myself on her tongue. Fuck, I need to mark every inch of her. She gives it all back to me, but when she nips at my bottom lip, I feel her retreating again.
Maybe even more so when she says, “Let’s go steal some shit, Noire. I started your day off good. Don’t get me caught.”