Page 67 of Give You Up

“Take me back to the hotel. Make love to me.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

Back at the hotel, I make love to her nice and slow. Worship her from head to toe. She begs to go down on me. To take my length in her mouth. To give it to me good. Her small mouth would be tight as a fist around my big cock.

But I don’t give in to her desperation or this need of hers to please me. Her wanting to please me is also something I picked up on early in our friendship, then later she as my girl.

The desperate girl who aims to please me is a throwback from our past, and I am not interested in revisiting it. Not anymore.

When Syn gave me the reason she kissed Grady, I got some semblance of closure. The rest—the reason she ghosted me, the reason she got nervous when I brought up family secrets—can wait. If I have my way, I can wait a lifetime for Syn’s reasons and secrets.

What I’m unwilling to wait a lifetime for is showing her who I belong to. I gently tell her I’ll bypass the BJ this time. She gives such great blow, I’ll blow my load before I can make her come. It’s the truth.

Either way, what I said makes her happy. Is a win-win when I eat her out until she screams my name. She begs me to slide my cock inside her. Stretch and fill her sinful hole with my thick fingers the same time I mouth and suck on her pussy lips.

I will do whatever the fuck she wants. I lap up her pussy juices. Finger her pussy until she breaks around me, her inner muscles a vise on my fingers. I save her puckered hole for last.

Lubing her up with the juices flowing from her pussy, I tease her opening with my thumb pressed against the fleshy, sensitive hole. She squirms on my finger. I up the pressure. Slip my finger inside. The tight muscles hug my finger. She is tight, her little hole virginal.

I am the first to touch her here. Touch her sinful hole with my fingers and my tongue. I slip my finger in and out, teasing and stretching the wound-up hole of nerves and taut muscles. Her body quivers. She moans and backs her ass up.

My cock grows thicker, longer.

She is pouring from her pussy. Her pussy lips are engorged. Syn is wet. Begging. A groan slips from my core, and there is no way I will last. I need inside her. I bend her over the wide armchair. Slide inside her tight wet pussy in one thrust. Her back arches. Her slender legs shake. She clutches the chair’s arms. Her inner muscles milk me for all I’m worth.

Pressure uncoils in my groin. My balls tighten. Grabbing her hair with one hand and slinging my other arm across her stomach, I yank her head back the same time I drive into her from behind with my cock.

“Taron. Please. Oh, God, please, now.”

She reaches up and claws her nails down my arm. Clenches my hand in hers. Clenches her inner muscles. The pain from her nails digging in my hand. Her tight wet pussy owning my dick with every thrust from me. I tip back my head. Drive into her over and over, my legs growing weak as all the blood goes to my engorged cock.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming, baby.”

She comes hard, and I follow.

My body bent over hers, she says words that make me forget I am having the best sex of my life.

“You are mine, Taron Vaughn. I will never give you up.”

25

Syn

“So all these yellows are for your old shifts at the library?”

“Yes.” I move my computer mouse over my old schedule.

Taron and I are sitting at my desk. We arrived back in Dumas this afternoon.

“I could delete the series and clean up my calendar, but the yellow is a reminder of what happened to Natalie.”

“And every time you open your calendar, you want a reminder of why you’re putting yourself out there, spending time with that bastard.”

One arm on the back of my chair, he slides his index finger over the red bar that takes up half of this upcoming Saturday.

“Midnight is okay with having these bastards working for him?”

It’s what Hunter and Rhett had asked of me.

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