Chapter 19
SIENNA
One minute we were feverishly kissing, the next minute I was on the island.
Roughly, Synder spread my thighs and positioned himself between them.
His hand gripped my neck and yanked me forward until our lips crashed together.
He growled when I wrapped my tongue around his tongue.
This was going too far and too soon, but I couldn’t stop myself from indulging in him.
He discarded my pajama pants, then groaned to himself as his hands smoothed up my thighs.
I laid back on the countertop and breathed heavily as Synder’s fingers trailed up my thighs to reach my panties.
He mumbled under his breath while placing kisses along my inner thighs.
Slowly, he removed my panties while staring into my eyes.
He broke eye contact to glance down at the prize he sought.
“Sienna, Sienna, Sienna,” he lowly chanted.
Closing my eyes against the hungry look in his, I prepared myself for this big step in my life. Did I expect to end up here with my client? No, I didn’t. Yet I didn’t have the power to walk away from Synder’s pull.
I felt his lips on my knee, and I shuddered from the contact. He spread me wide, and by the way his eyes darkened, I knew he wasn’t about to take it easy on me. My body melted, literally. My juices were draining already.
His lips moved up my thigh, and the closer he got to my center the harder I shuddered. Like he stated, he placed my legs over his shoulders, then kissed me just above my neatly groomed sex.
“Synder is goin’ right here, baby,” he mumbled and kissed that spot again. I didn’t own the first tattoo, and I couldn’t see myself getting any man’s name tattooed on me.
“Syn!” I moaned a split second later when his tongue connected with my pussy. My eyes shot wide, and my hands clinched his head from the way my pussy clinched dangerously. The foreign feeling of falling apart came so quickly.
Synder groaned as he ate me, swiping and licking, then sucking softly yet furiously.
He gripped my thighs that shook around his head.
It took no time for me to crumble. As I came, wet streaks dripped down my face.
Synder spanked me and drank me all while growling and eating the life out of me.
He was too much, yet so perfect. I couldn’t breathe. I came again.
My chest heaved as Synder pulled away. I felt myself being tugged to the end of the countertop.
Dazed, I glanced out of my watery eyes to find Synder shirtless, with his dick standing to attention.
He stroked himself while eyeing my pussy.
He touched his thick head to my wet center.
Teeth tucked between his teeth, his nose flared as he pried himself into me.
“Damn, Baby,” he groaned. Just then, he met resistance.
Instead of pulling out, Synder’s eyes flashed to mine.
I’d never seen someone’s eyes spit fire before.
Synder’s did though. This time, he pulled out.
Thinking he was upset, I started to explain myself.
Then, he tucked his dick back in his pants and yanked me off the countertop.
He didn’t say a word as he carried me through the house and into his bedroom.
I’d been inside there several times before.
Normally, it was to sneak him gifts, put away his clothes, or tidy up every now and then.
I’d never even sat on his bed. So, when he laid me down on his massive bed, I sighed against the crispy clean linens.
Synder removed his pants, then joined me on the bed.
He hovered over me and kissed me deeply.
I tasted myself on his tongue. Next, my pajama shirt disappeared.
I was naked underneath, pleasing Synder.
Moments later, he slid back down my body to feast on me again.
He brought me to climax, then skirted up my body to restart his penetration.
Anticipating the uncomfortable feeling to come, my hands gripped his shoulders. As he sank into me and past my barrier, he groaned deeply. He kissed the few tears that slipped free and followed it up with a sweet kiss to my lips.
“I’ma give you my last name, Sienna,” he stated.
He started moving inside me, and I held on for dear life.
The pressure he caused deep inside me bubbled up and swelled in the pit of my stomach.
He kissed his way to my nipples and sucked on them one by one.
I enjoyed the way he moaned with me and made sweet love to me.
As the pressure built, I could no longer take it.
I’d waited for a moment like this. I’d only known Synder a few weeks, but this didn’t feel rushed. This didn’t feel weird. It felt right.
“You gon’ say yes to me, Sienna?”
I thought I said yes. I couldn’t recall because an orgasm overtook me. This was the most magical night of my life.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed.
A little sore but thoroughly satisfied, I moved as quickly as I could to get ready for the day.
I was behind schedule, and Synder and Whimsy were likely waiting for me.
I hurried through my morning routine and blushed at the signs of Synder all over my body.
Downstairs, Synder stood in the middle of the living room, twirling a black blind fold in his hands.
Curious, I asked, “What’s that for?”
He tugged me close and kissed my lips. “Good mornin’, my baby.”
Blushing harder than ever, I replied, “Good morning, Baby.”
He groaned and gave me another longer kiss that stole my breath.
“I have plans for us today.”
My eyes brightened. “That’s wonderful!”
“First, I got something for you. I need you to put this on.” He dangled the blindfold in front of my face.
“Okay,” I said.
He secured the blindfold over my eyes, took my hand, then led me where he needed me to go. A brisk breeze alerted me that we were outside.
Smiling from ear to ear, I wondered what the surprise could be.
“Ready?” he questioned.
“Yes!” I squealed.
His hand slipped from mine, then he was in front of me, blocking the sun. He removed the blindfold, then stepped aside. There was a custom-painted, candy red Rolls-Royce Cullinan decorated with a big green bow, a huge stuffed elf, and several gift boxes sitting on the hood.
“You like it?” he asked.
“It’s lovely,” I gushed.
He grinned. “Aight, cool. Peek inside so you can open the rest of ya gifts.”
Back home, I had a red G-Wagon and a red Bentley. The Cullinan’s color matched perfectly. I ran my fingers over the crisp paint job and ducked my head inside opened the door for me. Gasping, I marveled at the caramel leather seats with red trim. It was top-of-the-line and perfect.
“I love it!” I squealed again, grabbed Synder’s beard covered cheeks, and brought him to me for a kiss. “It’s perfect.”
“You perfect,” he countered against my lips.
My throat clogged at his admission. Something in his sparkling chocolate eyes floored me. It looked too much like love, and I knew that wasn’t possible.
Or is it, I thought. No, it can’t be, I mulled. We hadn’t known each other for a full month. Love wasn’t that simple.
“Come on, Love. Open ya gifts,” he directed.
I didn’t need another piece of jewelry, but I would never tell Synder that.
His ability to buy me the most beautiful jewelry was unmatched.
Like this diamond necklace fitted with a diamond pennant bearing his jersey number.
I beamed harder than the sun. If this wasn’t a sign that I was his, then there wasn’t anything else that was.
Back inside the house, I hurried to answer my ringing phone. My mama called twice. Concerned, I answered her call.
“Little girl.” My mama’s voice had always been smooth like butter with a hint of smoke. “I heard a certain someone has been snooping around asking questions about you…”
“Who?” I questioned as Synder entered the house.
“A certain basketball player. I don’t know, about six-foot-two, two-hundred-twenty-pounds, stunning brown eyes. He sound familiar?” she asked. Before I could respond, she added, “I hear he has a baby girl named Whimsical and a hatin’-ass baby mama named Courtland.”
I choked on my spit. “Mama!”
“What? It’s the truth! Lil’ skank is gon’ make me come out of retirement.”
Chuckling, I said, “No, Mama. That’s not necessary.”
She clicked her teeth. “Well, are the rumors true? You and that young man a thing or not?”
I started to deny it. My parents knew I’d only been there a short while. Plus, this was my job. Then, Synder passed me again, this time tweaking my chin in the process.
“Ready?” he mouthed. Recalling that he had plans for us, I nodded.
“Uh… Yeah, Mama. You could say that we are,” I confessed.
She squealed. “Good! Thought I was gon’ have to offer you up to one of those deacons at the church.”
I scoffed, then burst out laughing. “I have plans with Synder, Mama. Love you! Talk to you later!”
“Love you, Baby Girl,” she replied.
Hanging up, I breathed in deeply, then exhaled. Magic was all around me this holiday season. I had the perfect family, the perfect life…and the perfect man.