Page 74 of Give You Up

“Blaise doesn’t like confrontation or conflict. And she most definitely doesn’t like speaking about herself.”

“She lives her life through others’.”

“You homed in on that.” Surprise in her voice. “Yes, she does.” Syn traces her finger over the front of my shirt. Up. Down. Up. Down.

I stop the motion with my hand on hers. “She’s really messed up, Syn.”

“Don’t pity her. She doesn’t want it.”

“I—” I blow out a breath. “I hope she finds what makes her happy.” I see the sadness in Blaise’s eyes when she thinks no one is watching.

She guards her heart with iron-clad walls, and it’ll take a strong and persistent son of a bitch to scale or break down her defenses. Syn wasn’t kidnapped and held for ransom, but she did lose a baby.

“Syn?”

“Yes?” She glances up at me from her spot resting on my shoulder.

I reach down and smooth my finger over her brow. “I’m sorry about the baby you lost.”

I am assuming the little boy I thought was Grady’s kid is Syn’s half-brother. But no way am I prying. In time or not at all, Syn will give me the truth. If it’s not at all, I have to be fine with that.

“Thank you.” Turning her body into mine, she weaves her fingers in my damp hair—we made love nice and slow in the shower—and plants a kiss on the underside of my jaw.

That part of me never came up before on my radar of places that turn me on, but now it’s one of my favorite places for Syn to kiss on me. Number one place is my mouth. Second is when she trails kisses down my core, lingering painstakingly on the ridges of my six-pack as I fist her hair in my hands, her warm breath and wet mouth enough for pre-cum to glisten on my cock. And my cock . . . yeah, B-man comes in at third.

“Syn. Baby. I want you again.”

“I want you too.” She gets on her back and strips off her shorts and tank top.

I take my cue from Syn and ditch my clothes. With my arms alongside her head, I claim her mouth. She whimpers, and my dick is a thick rod made of steel.

“Babe, the sex noises you make. They turn me the fuck on.”

Showing her how much she affects me, I bring her hand low. She caresses my erection and strokes the satiny head.

“Jesus, that feels good.” My back arches. My head tips back. A groan slips from me.

Before I know what is happening, I’m shoved onto my back and her head is between my legs. Her small mouth wraps around my cock, and I see stars. Fucking see stars. Her mouth is wet. Tight. She goes up and down on my rod. Her saliva slicks my length. Her mouth sucks. Her cheeks hollow. Her hands slide under my ass cheeks.

She is dominating. Taking what she wants. What she wants is my cock. I fist my fingers in her hair. Guide her up and down my cock. Encourage her with my dirty words.

“Make me come, baby. Suck me off.”

She slams her mouth down my length. Cups my balls. I grab the sides of her head, and lifting my hips, I fuck her with my mouth. Slow thrusts, in and out. Deep thrusts, in and out, and I am in heaven. Syn has no gag reflex.

“I’m close, Syn. Let go now or I’ll come in your mouth.”

She doesn’t let go. She sucks on my cock, and I come in her mouth. Out of breath and my body useless to me, my strength having also left through my cock when I came hard, I reach for her. She settles her body over mine. Her skin is smooth. She’s warm. But she’s been left wanting and unsatisfied. I’ll take care of that.

I tuck my hands under her arms, and pulling her up, I seat her on my face. I lick up her slit. Mouth her pussy lips. Eat her out. She grinds on my face. I wrap my hand around my softened cock. Stroke up and down. Soon, B-man is rearing for more action. I lick her clit in time to me beating off.

Syn begs me to fuck her with my dick. Uh-uh, babe. Not yet. Clamping my hands on her hips, I guide her over my face. Her flavor is sweet. Her scent, musky. I love her flavor. Dig the scent of her. I inhale a deeper breath and know the moment she comes. Her thighs tremble, a shudder passes through her, and she slicks my face with her juices.

I aim to bring her down from her climax with slow and lingering licks along her slit, but the impatient little chit slides down my body, and grabbing my cock, she slides my length and thickness inside her wet pussy. I groan. Sling my arm over my eyes. Fucking her bareback is utter heaven on earth.

“Baby, you have the tightest, wettest pussy.”

“Only for you.”

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