Page 26 of Sweet Surrender

I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was so hard it hurt, coated in precum by the time I pulled it from my boxers. The rhythm of my strokes soon matched that of the vibrator. In and out, my breathing growing faster the closer she came to coming again.

For me.

All for me.

By the time she was ready to explode, I buried the vibrator deep and left it there, hurrying my way through pulling a condom from my back pocket and unrolling it over my length. In one quick move, I pulled the vibrator free and replaced it with my cock.

Her grunt of satisfaction drove me onward, leaving me to take her by the hips and holding them in place.

How could I forget how tight she was?

Hot, wet, wrapped around my cock like she was built for me. Like I was where I belonged.

Inside her.

Closing my eyes, I adjusted to the thrilling sensation until the impulse to come passed. She was that good.

I wasn’t gentle and didn’t take my time. I fucked her, plain and simple, rutting like an animal the way I wanted it. I forgot everything else, letting my primal needs take over releasing my frustrations, uncertainties, and everything weighing on my mind. I gave it to her and poured it into her with every thrust and wet slap of skin on skin.

And she took it. She took it so fucking willingly.

By the time she clenched around me, I was dangerously close, her greedy pussy trying to milk me dry. Rather than let go, I withdrew, unrolling the condom as I rounded the bench.

“Open,” I whispered, aiming for her mouth. She raised her head and obeyed, her mouth hanging open, her tongue extended. Our eyes met in the split second before the rush overtook me, and I recognized the satisfaction I saw there before my cum coated her waiting tongue. She swallowed my load, and I closed my eyes, satisfied.

Everything was as it should be by the time I opened them, my dick now softening, my muscles trembling. The slate had been wiped clean. I was a new man.

A new man in the presence of a woman who now stood to pull up her pants, avoiding my gaze while she did. The moment was over, the way it needed to be, and I pulled myself together once I’d caught my breath. Disappointment threatened to overwhelm me when she turned away, prepared to make a quick exit the way I had before, but I kept a lid on it.

What difference did it make whether I wanted to spend the rest of the night ravishing her? Tasting her pussy, sucking her tits until she moaned my name? We couldn’t do that. She couldn’t know my name any more than I could know hers.

Yet I couldn’t give her up.

It was childish to think we could keep going like this, visiting the club on the off chance we would find each other. I had never felt this completely relaxed and renewed after a good, hard fuck. She was the missing ingredient. Somehow, she instinctively understood what I needed just as I knew what would make her come until her legs shook.

Was I telling myself what I needed to believe? I didn’t take time to examine the question, heading out to the main floor with one goal in mind—finding her, catching up to her, and learning who she was. It was risky, but what was life without a little risk?

She was fast. I scanned the room, searching for that bubblegum pink hair. By the time I found her bobbing head, she was already on her way out, heading for the lobby in a hurry to get out of there now that she’d been satisfied.

I couldn’t make it look like I was stalking her, even if that was my intention. The bouncers positioned throughout the club would notice and stop me. I was caught between needing to catch her and needing to avoid being kicked out for good.

I would never find her that way.

Somehow, I got lucky. A handful of people were on their way out, waiting for their belongings at the front counter. She joined them, and I watched from the doorway as one of the girls behind the counter unlocked the drawer containing guests’ personal items.

All it took was one look at her phone for my insides to go cold and my mind to go blank for a moment before reality slammed into me. The force of my realization made me fall back a step, reeling, unable to process what was in front of my face.

I knew that phone or rather the case it was in. I had seen it enough times, the shining gold obvious even in the discreet near-dark of the front lobby.

Fuck, she even smelled the same as she had earlier, in front of the restaurant—vanilla and what I now realized was lavender. Even while she wore that wig, I could smell it on her when we were close but didn’t make the connection until now. How could I have missed what now seemed so obvious?

I was no longer looking at a stranger. I was looking at Sienna Black.

I had fucked Sienna Black.

Twice.

And I knew before I took another breath that I needed to do it again.

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