“Gonna do that now. You good with that?” I asked, gripping the backs of her legs and lifting.

“Yes,” she answered, nodding quickly while squeezing my neck. “I’m good with that.”

I sat her on the edge of the vanity, spread her legs wide, and stared between her face and her cunt.

“Still dripping?” I slid my finger through her pussy to test. Moisture trickled onto my palm. “Fuck.”

She grabbed my face and kissed me, slow and deep, shaking when I added a second.

“God,” she moaned.

I bent down and gave her a long lick, tasting her in my throat.

She cried out and reached for me but I was already standing, fisting the base of my cock and stepping into her, then her head fell back and her eyes rolled closed as I pushed in that first inch.

Crazy.

Beautiful.

Mine.

“Brian.” Syd’s voice vibrated up my spine.

I slid in farther, slowly stretching her, her pussy drawing me in with tight little pulses until I was fully seated and my balls ached with the need to pound us both toward madness.

I fought it and gripped her hips.

This was our sweet. Paced and rhythmed. I wouldn’t be desperate yet.

“Eyes, babe.”

Immediately, Syd tilted her head down and blinked at me.

When I had her, I started thrusting slowly. Deliberately. Her desire dripped to my balls. She’d never been this wet.

I’d never felt this lost.

“Fuck, Wild …keep watching me,” I told her. My voice was strained. “Keep looking at me like that. Always like that.”

“Always.”

She gasped when I started circling her clit with my thumb.

I pulled her hips so she was hanging over the edge of the vanity, slid my hands to the backs of her knees, and opened her up, spreading her legs wider and pressing them closer to her chest.

She whimpered and bit her lip as I drove in deeper, bottoming out each time.

“You like that,” I stated, knowing she did as I watched my cock move inside the tightest pussy I’d ever fucked. “God …tell me. Tell me you like it.”

“I like it,” she breathed.

“Is this what your greedy little cunt wants? My cock filling it? Fucking it?”

“Brian,” she gasped.

Her pussy clenched.

I sucked in a breath. “Damn,” I groaned, gripped her hips again, and lifted my eyes, catching hers still on me, glowing like she was lit from within and burning with that fire she had behind her love.

Love for me she was promising forever.

Forever.

Fuck.

I was the luckiest motherfucker alive.

I kept our pace, building it slow while I toyed with her clit until she moved her legs higher up my back and pushed her chest out, begging for my mouth.

“Suck them. Brian …please, suck them.”

Gripping the edge of the vanity, I leaned in and circled her tight nipple with my tongue. I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting faster as I sucked hard, drawing the peak into my mouth.

She cried out, legs shaking against my sides and tensing against my back.

She was close, her orgasm right there. I could feel it humming beneath her skin.

I moved my thumb furiously over her clit to get her there as my other hand kept her anchored down, then on a gasp, she came and fell back against the mirror, taking me with her, squeezing my dick so goddamned hard I felt it in my spine.

“Wild,” I whispered between her tits.

Her back arched and her voice caught.

I leaned away, fucking her through it, and watched those fat lips part and her features go slack.

She came down as beautifully as she’d climbed, head rolling to the side and eyes fluttering, those hot little moans rolling off her tongue. I pulled out and tugged on her hips.

Syd slid off the vanity with a gasp, startled by the movement.

“Turn around and lean forward,” I growled, stroking my wet dick.

She looked from my hand to my face with heavy eyes, filled with heat. She nodded quickly, then did as I directed and spun around, braced her hands on either side of the sink, and bent forward, jutting her ass out and spreading her legs.

“You came all over me,” I said, my lips against her ear as I stepped up behind her.

She met my gaze in the mirror, swallowed, then nodded.

“You’re gonna do it again,” I promised, gliding my hands up her stomach to her tits, squeezing them and tugging on her nipples. “Aren’t you?”

Her head rolled back and hit my shoulder.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Fisting her ponytail with one hand, I slid my other up her back and tilted her forward at the angle I needed, lined up at her heat, and drove in, hitting bottom in one hard thrust.

“Oh, God!” she cried, her head snapping back when I pulled.

Then I started really moving, pleasure gripping me between my hips as I beat into her from behind.

I wasn’t going to last. I was already close to coming when Syd went tight around me and now she was swollen and shaking and so fucking wet I could hear it.

Wild heard it, too. Her cheeks pinked and she bit her lip in shame.

I slid my hand around her waist and between her legs as I kept pounding hard. I pressed my lips to her cheek.

“Don’t,” I said, watching her eyes lift in the mirror. “Nothing sexier than hearing you, Wild. Nothing, you got me? Give me this.” I rubbed her clit with the palm of my hand.

She gasped, closed her eyes, and pressed back, taking it deeper.

Our noises filled the bathroom, hers and mine. The squelching of our bodies and the slapping of skin, moans and incoherent words that broke apart before they left our tongues.

I fucked her until my legs burned. I became sloppy and clumsy with my thrusts, rutting at a maddening pace.

Syd loved it. She begged for more. For harder. For dirty, and I gave it.

I squeezed her tits harshly and slapped them.

I slid my cock between her lips and asked if she liked the taste of her pussy.

I told her I’d take her ass and I did, sliding two fingers inside while I bucked into her from behind.

Syd took it all. No hesitation. No shame.

She held my eyes in the mirror and got off on everything I was giving.

“Brian …oh, fuck, Brian,” she groaned, and trembled in my arms.

My orgasm chased hers and seconds later I dropped my head to her back, cursed, and shot off deep.

I kept my arms around her. I never wanted to let go.

“One year,” I said hoarsely when I had breath in my lungs again. My lips moved over her skin. “One fucking year.”

Syd reached back and held me. She knew I needed it.

“It’ll be here before we know it,” she soothed.

I closed my eyes.

We didn’t move until Sir started clawing and whining at the door. After we cleaned up and dressed, Syd scooped him up and we both went looking for his leash.

We found it in the kitchen. The little bastard had chewed it in half.

I smiled and pulled my girl close as she quietly scolded the clueless puppy for his wrongdoing.

He could’ve chewed a hole in the wall and I wouldn’t have cared. Not that day.

Syd loved the house and was taking my name in a year.

Let the countdown begin.

Chapter Eighteen

SYDNEY