Page 48 of Scoring Chance
“Is Sydney ready for me?” Dean finally asked.
“Yes, she is,” Ian nodded. “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll get started.”
“Okay,” Dean replied and watched Ian began to leave, “I wanted to talk to you privately and away from everyone.” Ian paused and turned around. “I know we don’t like each other and I’m still not entirely sure about you. But you went out of your way not to only to protect Sydney, but me as well. And for that, you get my respect.”
Ian remained emotionless as he began. “Dean, I’ve made it clear I don’t care about you. But if I want Sydney to be the most successful artist in the world, I have to care about you to an extent. Protecting Sydney’s art is all I care about.” Ian held out a hand. “Truce?”
Dean glanced down at Ian’s hand for a short moment before he shook it, holding Ian’s eyes. “Truce.”
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“And….action!” Bobby directed to the couple.
Sydney climbed on top of Dean as they slowly kissed each other. Their lips repeatedly met as their tongues tangled. Harsh breaths were met with an increasing need and intense desire that spilled over. Sydney put Dean’s hands against the sofa as she adjusted her position to accommodate his hardened shaft inside her.
She convulsed around him, stretching to fit his girth and length. “Oh my God…” She murmured as she rocked against him in a steady tempo, releasing his hands.
Dean’s hands wandered all over Sydney’s back and landed on her ass, as he guided her. “You look so beautiful, baby girl,” he whispered to her, “I love the way you take me.”
Sydney only nodded as she continued to ride him, increasing her tempo to a bouncing speed as she quivered and shook around him. She forgot about everyone watching them. She forgot about the film. She forgot everything.
She was only focused on her husband, how he loved her and the ways he pleased her. It wasn’t just his sex but his spirit, his love, and his everything. Sydney’s moans morphed into loud shrieks as Dean met her thrusts. She felt lost of control and was in the moment with her man.
Her husband.
“I don’t care if we’re in front of a few people or ten thousand,” he whispered to her, “I still want you to beg for it.”
Sydney whimpered as the climax was so close but felt so far. “Please, baby…”
“I can’t hear you,” he whispered.
The whimpers shook Sydney to her core as the orgasm began to coat all over her body. All control was lost, her hair was frizzed, and her mouth was against his neck as he pounded into her. “Please…”
“Louder,” he demanded.
“Please!” She screamed.
“Yes,” he replied, and Sydney let out a primal scream. Her body shook to the core as Dean soon followed behind her.
The room was completely silent and no one dared to take a breath. Sydney rolled off Dean and they fell asleep on the sofa together, holding each other.
Finally, Bobby spoke. “And that’s a wrap!”
