"You're sure?" I demand, cupping Sawyer's face in my hands.
She holds my gaze and nods. "So sure."
“Fuck it.” Eyes locked with hers, I lift my hips and shove down my gray sweatpants, grunting when pain arcs through me. Then I make quick work of tearing the scrap of fabric Sawyer considers underwear off her body.
With her skirt bunched up around her hips, Sawyer easily lines herself up with my cock. I’m painfully hard, the head already pulsating, bringing me dangerously close to unloading already, and I’ve done nothing more than brush between the lips of her perfect, needy pussy.
“You want to fucking feel me, mon ange?”
She nods frantically as she bites on her lower lip and sinks down an inch, taking my tip inside her warm, wet core.
Every muscle in my body clenches—in desperation, in pleasure, in pain, in exaltation.
I’m inside her.
Fuckin’ A.
I’ve fantasized about this for years.
It’s just the tip, and we have a fucking audience, but I’m in.
I hold still, resisting the urge to slam up into her. I don’t want to take more than she can give in her current state, so if this barely there breach is all tonight surmounts to, it’ll be enough.
“I need more of you, Ty.” She rolls her hips forward and lowers until the first rung of my ladder grazes her sensitive walls. “Fuck. Right there. Yes,” she whispers, her lips against mine.
The kiss startles me, inciting a riot of emotions strong enough to drown me.
She’s kissing me.
Sawyer’s kissing me, and riding me, and whispering that she needs more ofme.
As the reality of the situation sinks into my consciousness, my vision goes dark and I detonate, groaning and filling her with my release.
This is all I’ve ever wanted.
Her. All of her, just like this.
“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I groan as I unload, coating her insides. Warmth trickles down my cock, a blend of my cum and her arousal. The sensation is so surreal it extends my orgasm.
“This is real.” She kisses me again. I’m not sure if it’s a question or a statement, for her benefit or mine. All I know is I’m not stopping for anything now. This is real. It’s happening, and there’s no turning back.
Linking my arms over her shoulders, I pull her into me, seating myself completely. “You’re about to feel how fucking real this is, baby.”
Chapter twenty-six
Tytus
“You’re pierced,” Eden says, interrupting what might possibly be the greatest encounter of my life.
Those two words chase away the euphoria, pulling me out of the moment. The edges of darkness press against my lungs, threatening to take over. But then I remember where I am, who I’m with, what we’re doing.
On a long exhale, I meet Eden’s gaze.
He’s seething, all his focus zeroed in on where Sawyer and I are joined.
Ironically, that’s all I want to look at, too.
“Yeah, prof. I’m pierced,” I confirm, focusing on my girl again.
