Page 53 of I Did Before I Do

Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and I groaned.

“That’s nice,” I mumbled.

She gave me a slow stroke, then shifted, holding me in place as she moved. She was so fucking tight around me, and hot, and dripping wet.

I had never been so turned on in my life.

“Sydney.” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her closer. She placed her hands on my chest, sinking down slowly. “Fuck, Syd…”

“That’s what I’m doing.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her. The mischievous spark in her eyes was sexier than she could’ve known.

She raised herself up, and I shifted my hips. We both moved, meeting each other again.

Sydney slid her arms around my neck, leaning close and kissing me.

I hadn’t had sex that felt like this in years. It was more than just a good fuck— there was feeling here, something deeper than physical attraction.

I wasn’t complaining at all.

And she was confident, too. It only took a few strokes for her to fall into an easy pace, kissing me hard and moaning against my mouth. I held her, keeping her balanced, and rocked my hips up toward hers every time she sank down on me.

I only pulled back from the kiss when I felt my balls tightening, getting closer. I panted softly, moving one hand to her chin.

I wanted her to look at me as we came.

She opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, hair a mess, and she was losing her rhythm. I knew she was just as close as me.

Hers broke first. She cried out, dropping down on to me and grinding her hips on mine. I held her tight, thrusting into her as much as I could.

My vision went white, and I gripped her hips so tight I was sure I’d leave bruises.

And then we were done, holding each other and breathing hard, sharing quick kisses.

“I gotta get home and then go to work,” I said.

“Mm-hmm.” Sydney pressed her forehead to mine.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m good. Great. Fucking wonderful.”

“Good.” I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

She lifted off of me, falling back into bed. “I gotta rest,” she said with a sigh. “Can we get together later?”

I nodded, grabbing the towel we’d used last night. I’d give her a fresh one, but this worked for now. “Of course. Just text me.”

“I will.”

I kissed her one more time. “I’m counting on it.”

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I made it home a little later, where I showered and changed. Daisy was happy to see me, following me around the house—including into the bathroom, where she lay on the shower mat as I bathed.

After showering and going into the kitchen to feed her, I crouched down, petting her while she ate her breakfast. “I’m feeling pretty good, Daisy. You won’t be mad if I start bringing a girl around again, right?”

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