Page 21 of Sire: On Your Knees

"My mama kicked me out, and I've been on my own ever since. I'm all alone in this world."

Sire forced me to look at him. "You're not alone anymore. You have me." His confession ripped the last shred of willpower I had left inside.

Unable to fight against what I was feeling, I fucking kissed him. Equally overwhelmed by our conversation, he kissed me back with vigor and aggression, which set my skin on fire. I don't know when it happened, but I sighed in relief when I slid down his dick.

He was so deep inside of me it erased my ability to think. "You always feel so fucking good, Novi."

The look of ecstasy on his face liquefied my resolve. "You do, too."

When Sire wrapped his arms around my body, I'd never felt so secure, but it only lasted for a moment because he began to drill into me forcefully. I was moaning so loud I knew if anyone were on their balconies below that, they could hear us.

I'd never felt so close to someone. Not because of how deep he was inside of me but the way we had similar wounds. I now understood that Sire walked around with impenetrable armor around his heart, just like me. He was more than he portrayed himself to be. It made me desire to know more, to experience more... to be open to more.

When Noonie didn’t run away after I showed her my tortured soul, I began to look at her differently. I put the door back on the hinges to return her right to privacy. I'd also returned the clothes I purchased her, but Noonie still chose to walk around in sexy sets. Every time she left a trail of her sweet scent through the penthouse, I found myself following it right to her before dropping to my knees for a taste. She never denied me because we both knew she enjoyed letting me stretch that pussy out more and more every day. She hugged me perfectly every time I was inside her. You couldn't tell me her walls weren't designed specifically to put me in a chokehold.

Standing outside her door, I knocked to alert her of my presence. She snatched the door open, wearing my favorite two-piece set to see her in. It was a black microkini with maraschino cherries and red string. Because of her movements, her ample breasts bounced in place, momentarily distracting me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, then coughed to get back focused on the task at hand.

"Get dressed. I want to take you somewhere."

Leaving no room for discussion, I turned and headed for the living room, where I sat and waited for her to emerge from the back. When Noonie did, she wore a pair of fitted dark washjeans, a red graffiti t-shirt, and white block walkers. Her curly hair had grown so much she had pulled it into a bun that allowed me to see all her alluring features. I'd never noticed the small red cherry tattoo along her sideburns before, but it was cute. Unable to help myself when I walked up on her, I placed a kiss right there.

"You ready?"

She nodded, dropping her head as air flooded her cheeks. "Yes. I hope this is okay. You didn't give me any clue about where we're going."

I smiled with a wink. "I know. Come on."

Taking her hand in mine, I led her to the elevator. I pushed her against the wall, making a home in between her legs while we were on the way down. I kissed and sucked on her neck, so distracted by the sounds of her moans that she had to tell me when we made it to the garage.

Walking her over to my bike, I handed her a helmet. Her eyes ballooned in surprise. "What? You scared?"

She tucked her lips and nodded. "A little. Are you going to keep me safe, JaSire Dupree?" A cute smile appeared on her face.

"How do you know my name, girl?"

She giggled. "I might've snooped at some mail in your office."

I shook my head, not the least bit surprised. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I snatched her to my chest. "Nosy ass."

She shrugged. "I think it's fair. You know mine."

I guess she had a valid point. "Well, to answer your question, you don't even have to ask that. You're good. I promise."

"Okay," she whispered, looking up at me with a dazed expression. When I tried handing her the helmet a second time, she accepted. I helped her put it on correctly before putting mine on, too. "Twinsies!" she shouted teasingly, making me laugh.

I swung my leg over the bike before sitting down. I extended a hand to help Noonie climb on behind me. I never felt so at peace as when she wrapped her arms around my torso. Kick-starting my bike, it roared to life, following my commands until we were heading out of the garage and racing through the city.

Noonie squealed behind me, then held on tighter. We weren't going too far, so I wasn't worried about her freaking out. When we got to 718, I pulled into the parking garage, grabbing a ticket for parking. Once we were in a parking spot, I turned the bike off.

"That wasn't so bad, right?" I asked while helping her off then doing the same.

After I took Noonie's helmet off, she shook her head. Her eyes were flooded with childlike excitement. "Not at all. That was so fun. I've never felt anything like it."

Her energy was contagious, causing me to laugh. Stepping closer, I took her hand in mine. "I knew you would like it. Come on."

I expected Noonie to ask me where we were going, but she didn't. She seemed content being out of the penthouse by the deep breaths she kept taking and the smile on her face. We rounded the corner, heading for the art gallery.

"Wow, that is so beautiful," Noonie gushed, admiring the mural on the side of the building. I nodded in agreement. I knew this would be a good outing choice for Noonie. She was always admiring the art in the penthouse and there was a gallery for local artist Loray tonight.

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