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SYDNEY

As soon as my orgasm subsided, AJ slid me down to his lap and sat upright. I grabbed around his shoulders as he got out of the bed with me in his arms, and he slammed my back into the wall next to it.

“Oh my, someone’s excited,” I said with a smirk on my lips.

He chuckled and lifted my legs around his hips more, pinning me in a way where I could feel the tip of his hard cock rubbing against my wet pussy.

“Just you wait, baby,” AJ said as he reached up and massaged my tits.

I moaned and tipped my head back against the wall, which he willingly took advantage of. With my neck in full display in front of him, he trailed his lips across it with gentle kiss after kiss.

“You gonna keep holding back, or are you finally ready to show me just how much you need this too?” I whispered, voice low with longing. I’d waited too long to feel him inside me.

He leaned in, his mouth barely brushing mine. “I was ready to fuck you the second we kissed.”

Then he kissed me again, deep, claiming my breath as he reached up my body.

I kissed him back—reckless, hot, and demanding.

My teeth caught his bottom lip, and he growled low in his throat, wrapping his hand around my neck.

He squeezed. My eyes grew wide—with surprise and excitement—and a shiver ran through my body under his grip.

“You like that?” he murmured against my lips, smirking at me as my eyes half closed with a seductive look.

I nodded. Reaching a hand to his wrist, I gripped it. “Harder.”

He applied more pressure to the base of my throat—not choking, just enough to make my breath catch and my lips part as my pulse fluttered below his fingertips. He watched me carefully—the way my body leaned into it, how I was giving myself over. This kind of trust I felt with him? It hit different.

I didn’t mind.

Testing my limits—that was half the game.

He kissed me again, slower now but deeper, as he lined his dick up with my pussy.

“You ready for this, Syd?” he asked, voice low, breath heavy. “Because I’m not the guy you hook up with once and forget all about. I’m the one you still think about when you’re with a new guy, getting fucked, ass up, face down, long after I’m gone.”

I didn’t hesitate to reassure him. “I know what kind of man you are. I want this.”

That was all he needed to hear.

With a deep groan against my lips, he shoved his dick easily through my soaked pussy. He didn’t stop until he had his balls pressed against me. My body twitching around him only made his cock stiffer.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” he murmured against my lips as he pulled his dick out to the tip before he slowly drove it back inside.

My moans filled the room as he fucked me at a medium pace. His hips collided with mine with each thrust, filling the deepest parts of me every time.

I wound my fingers in his hair as I tried to bounce on his dick, but his hand and chest kept me firmly where he wanted me, so I couldn’t take what I wanted, and he was driving me crazy with need.

“AJ!” I finally cried out, exasperated.

“Yeah, baby?” He smirked as he leaned back, keeping his hand around my throat, holding me in place as he watched his dick slide in and out of me.

Fuck, I’m so wet. We’re making a mess on the damn floor.

“Are you going to actually fuck me? I want you to make it feel so good that it hurts! This is agonizingly slow!” I whined as I reached down to rub my clit.

I needed the friction to help my orgasm build faster.

He smacked my hand away with a tsk and gave me a smirk that screamed be careful what you wish for, and I groaned again.

“Beg for it, baby,” he demanded as he slammed into me once and stilled.

My pussy pulsed around his cock as I glared back at him. I was deciding if I wanted to be a smart-ass and push him to punish me longer, or to be good and beg for what I actually wanted.

I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to come again—and fast.

As much as I hate to say it ...

“I need you, AJ. P-please,” I whimpered as I brought my other hand to his wrist and gripped it hard.

“Need me to what?” he pushed, pulling his dick out to the tip once more and holding still.

“I need you to fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast. Right now! I can’t take?—”

My words were cut off as he slid his cock out and yanked me off the wall.

He turned, tossing me onto my back on the bed before pouncing on top of me.

He grabbed my wrists and placed them above my head, crossing them under one of his large, strong hands.

He shoved his dick back inside my pussy and grabbed my throat again.

I moaned as he filled me to the brim and leaned up to kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth.

There was no holding back anymore. I was going to make him fuck me so good that I would still feel every inch of him well into the morning.

AJ didn’t just kiss; his lips absolutely devoured.

I reveled in every touch his mouth made as he trailed down my throat, teeth scraping lightly at the skin, and I arched into him without shame.

There was no hesitation in him now, only the need to fill our shared desire.

Hands that had cradled my body so gently earlier now wrapped firmly around my throat, squeezing even harder to send a delicious rush of heat pooling low in my body.

“You’re all mine tonight, baby,” he growled against my neck. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped as my eyes fluttered shut.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my skin as he released my hands and reached down, sliding his hand beneath my thigh to hook it over his hip. His body pressed deeper into me with his next thrust.

As he pulled out of me, he lowered his mouth to the swells of my breasts, kissing and nipping. His lips covered one of my nipples, and he sucked, tugging it. I brought my hands down and wrapped them around his lower back, my nails digging into his toned skin as he leaned back up and kissed my lips.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hard cock slip between my pussy lips once more, gliding in and out at a faster pace this time.

As he slammed in deeper, I whimpered under him, wrapping my leg around his ass, trying to draw him even more into me. As if that was even possible.

His fingers worked my clit in tight, fast circles, making me writhe underneath him.

The heat in my body was building to impossible heights. I was getting so close.

“You like it when I’m a little rough, don’t you?” His voice poured over my entire body like a warm shower. It was comforting, euphoric even.

He was intent on making sure I felt every second, every stroke, every burn of his body against mine.

I nodded, my eyes heavy with desire, looking up into his. “Yes, I do.”

He grinned, wicked and dangerous, and my pussy clenched around his cock as he slammed into me harder. “Good. ’Cause I’m not stopping till your legs are shaking.”

Then he surged back up, dragging my ankles upward and over his shoulders.

His mouth crashed against mine as he bent me and absolutely pounded into my pussy with renewed vigor.

I moaned into him, breath stolen, pulse thundering.

I was trembling, and my orgasm ripped through me like an avalanche thundering down Mount Fuji.

The way he touched me, held me, looked at me—like I was someone who was worth pleasing—that was what undid me most.

With a few last thrusts, AJ moaned against my neck as he came. I could feel his warm cum filling me deep inside, and I was thankful that I’d been on birth control for many years because, as fast as things had happened tonight, I had completely forgotten about the condoms in my nightstand drawer.

AJ gently slid his dick out of me as he kissed me one last time. This kiss was almost sweet. An unspoken understanding that what had just happened was exactly what we’d needed for a while now.

I smiled at him as he untangled my legs from his shoulders. A few minutes later, he was carrying me into the shower. I held on to his neck as he turned the water on, and we waited for it to heat up.

I nuzzled into his neck as I rested my head on his shoulder. “That was …”

“Fun?” he offered with a chuckle as the steam from the shower wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

I nodded with a laugh. “Yeah.”

He stepped into the water and gently lowered me to my feet.

The water was warm, but AJ’s hands, grazing over the curves of my body, were hot. I felt grounded, lost in the moment, at the way he pressed against my back, hands rubbing down my arms, his lips brushing the slope of my shoulder.

“You good?” he murmured, voice lower, softer now, like all the fire inside him had burned itself out and left glowing embers behind.

I nodded, leaning into him. “More than good.”

He reached around me, grabbing the body wash, lathering it between his palms before bringing his hands to my skin.

Slow. Careful. He started at my collarbone, massaging the soap in slow circles, then went down over my chest, between my breasts.

His thumbs lingered over my nipples, and he rubbed them in gentle circles.

“I like seeing you like this,” he said, mouth brushing my ear.

I shivered as warmth flooded between my thighs again.

He kissed the side of my neck, then crouched slightly, his hands working over my thighs, my calves. When he stood, I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our foreheads touched, water trickling down between us.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” I whispered, but I was so happy he had. That was the first time a man had ever cared for me after sex before.

He kissed my lips, deliberate and sweet this time. “Yeah, I did.”

We stood there under the water, skin to skin, as it washed away the night. After a few more stolen moments, I pushed past him and out of the shower, grabbing a fresh towel. I wrung out my hair and dried off my body, and then I walked out and sat back on my bed.

The water turned off, and AJ got out of the shower.