Page 65 of Running Winter

Somehow, Chase managed to hold it together until we made it into the hotel, and I successfully deposited him into his bed.

"Don't die, dickhead."

His snores met my ears as I plugged in his phone, knowing he would need it as soon as he opened his peepers.

It lit up immediately, and I was greeted with a WhatsApp message from Rayna.

I fucking love you too.

He fucking loved her?

I knew it—I’d known all along. I marked the message as unread before placing the phone gently on the side.

Chase was gone to the world, and he didn't know that the woman he was in love with loved him back.

I was struck with a strange sensation, and I was aware it was envy. I didn't know why I gave a shit—I had enough pussy to keep me going for the rest of my life, but something about someone telling you they loved you when you loved them back struck a chord with me deep in my soul.

I shrugged it off, walking back to my room and shutting the door behind me.

On the bed, Sydney was completely naked, her legs spread as she played with her pussy. She still wore her stilettos, and I couldn't help but let out a moan of delight when she slipped her fingers into her mouth before offering them to me.

"I taste so good, Rafe. See for yourself."

I tugged my top off, kicking off my shoes before reaching into my duffel bag, which lay beside the bed. I dropped about fifty condoms onto the bed, and they slap against Sydney's bare skin as she giggles. When I dropped my jeans down, she licked her lips greedily.

I gripped her hips, dragging her down to my mouth, which was waiting for her shaved pussy at the end of the bed. I spit on her clit, rubbing my fingers through her folds, massaging them into her tight hole. She was vocal, and I was sure as fuck there would be complaints from the other guests.

Fuck them.

I wasted no time diving my tongue into her wetness, and she cried out loudly. I was tongue fucking her, her pussy grinding against my face as she gripped my hair. I was eating her, and it was fucking delicious. My cock ached to be inside of her, but I was determined to make her cum before I'd fucked her.

It's my specialty.

I dragged my tongue back out of her sweet hole, replacing it with my fingers as my tongue teases her clit.

"Yes! Like that!"

Her grip tightened on my hair, and I picked up speed, enjoying feeling her juices flow around my fingers. She was moaning non-stop now, and pretty soon, she started to shudder and call out my name, the power of her orgasm taking over.

Before she could even focus on me, I flipped her over, yet she reacted by pressing her chest to the bed, lifting her ass in the air for me to admire. There, above her ass, was a tiny handwritten script tattooed in black ink.

Harder.

"You've got to be shitting me," I chuckled.

I dragged the tip along her tight slit before spitting on her asshole.

Yeah, I want to fuck her ass.

I tested the water by slipping my finger in while forcing my cock into her wet pussy. I hissed, and she bucked against me, making it even tighter. I fucked her like that until she got closer again, and I changed holes.

"Yes, fuck my ass, Daddy," Sydney begged, and as her ass gave way to my thick cock, I heard her gasp. I reached down, dragging both her arms behind her back as I used them for leverage, lifting her clean off the bed with each thrust.

It was raw. It was animalistic, but I fucking loved the noises she was making.

Harder, harder, harder.

I didn't stop for a minute until I knew she couldn't take a single thrust further. So I took my cock out slowly, and Sydney turned to meet my eyes, sweat matting her hair to my head.

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