An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together.
As it turns out, these two wound...
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It was a crucial moment. With anyone else, this would've seemed like just something to do but for them...it was delicate.
Syre wanted...needed to savor every moment of it. Because it was her. He stared at the women laying underneath him. Completely bare and staring up at him with a hungry lust in return of his.
He had already let his lips fall on every inch of her body, dropping kisses over her skin. Soft. Supple. Smelling like shea butter, like she always did.
Everything about her was perfect. On levels other than physical.
He leaned down closer to her, letting his nose brush against hers.
For Sybil it was the same, she needed Syre. At this point her hunger for him seemed almost insatiable. When left with her thoughts and solitude she often tried to pinpoint where it started. But only ended up realizing how bad she had feelings for him...and how bad she wanted to have sex with him.
"You mine after this." He mumbled and goosebumps covered her body. She nodded her head and licked her lips as her heart beat fast in her chest.
"Go in that drawer for me, right there."
Pushing herself up from the bed, she leaned out toward the nightstand and pulled the drawer open. He hand sweeper the drawer until finding that signature plastic crunch of a condom wrapper. Taking one in her hand, she leaned back over and looked up at Syre.
She tore the wrapper with her teeth, taking the condom out and sitting forward to press her nose against his before kissing him. Her hands reaching down between them and grabbing that heavy member in her hands.
Syre was indeed blessed...with that tongue of his and his dick. When he wanted to, he oozed sex appeal and gave an aura that said "Big Dick Energy". She never expected anything less than what she was finding now.
He was going to knock anyone in the past, out of her mind completely.
Rolling the rubber onto him, she bit her lip before dragging her tongue over her bottom one.
"Good girl." He whispered. A chill ran down her spine and straight south. The heat from between her legs growing even hotter. "Lay back mama..."
She did so, her legs already parted with him propped between. With his gold cross hanging from his neck, he made himself fact to face with her, leaning down and kissing her again. He took her legs, tucking his hands behind her knees and guiding them to fold back away from him. He pushed them back as far as he could, her knees toward her chest as he kept her pinned.
Without uttering another word he pressed himself against her lips. Using no hands to let his tip play in her wetness.
