Page 102 of Let's Be Forever

“You can.” A deep groan vibrates in his chest as he squeezes my neck, driving faster into me. “Fucking hold it, Anna.”

I’m shaking, dropping my head back, clenching around him. I’m a whimpering, drooling mess. My body shakes, desperate for release, but I hold it in.

“Sy…” I’m barely able to breathe from how hard he chokes me. “I can’t…I’m going to?—”

He pulls out of me and picks me up, taking us out of the pool. “Don’t hold back.” He demands as he drops on one of the lounge chairs. “Come all over me.”

I’m straddling him, grabbing the base and aligning the crown to my entrance. I drop down in one go, feeling his balls press against my ass.

“Fuck,” we moan in unison.

He grabs my ass, squeezing my cheeks and slapping them hard. “Ride me. Come all over me.”

I sit up and roll my hips fast, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I get desperate and bounce on him. He slaps my breasts hard then pinches my nipples and twists the piercings.

The chaise lounge chair creaks beneath us as our wet bodies connect. I’m panting harshly, and his breathing is labored. We’re close, so fucking close.

He grabs the back of my neck, tugs me down, and kisses me with vigor. I’m moaning against his mouth, rolling my hips fast, until he holds me down.

“Fucking come.” He grabs my cheeks, driving fast into me.

My body goes tense, the pit of my stomach coiled tight, and my pussy clamps down on him, holding him in place as I find my release.

I’m crying out, squirting all over his cock as he comes inside me. Mumbled, incoherent words fall out of my mouth. I’m spasming, twitching around him, unable to hold steady. Everything is heightened, and every movement is sensory overload.

“I love it when you make a mess of me,” he says against my mouth, still sounding breathless.

I whimper at the praise. “Stop, I could come again.”

He slips a hand between us and rubs my throbbing clit. “I can make that happen.”

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ANNA

“I’ve never seenher this excited.” Sylas stares, enamored with Rosie.

She’s running in circles around us, and every so often, she stops to scoop up sand. She throws it in the air, and some lands on top of her head, while the rest falls back to the ground.

I attempted to get her to stop, knowing it’s going to be difficult to get it out of her hair, but she keeps doing it, and I can’t say I blame her.

“This is her first time being on a beach.” I smile, watching her dig her little toes in the cool sand.

The brightness and warmth that radiates off his eyes and smile could rival the sun. His gaze is hooked on Rosie, but it shifts to me. His eyes are a bright green, shining with endless devotion.

“I’m glad I got to be here for this. I don’t want to miss any more firsts.” He takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together.

I hadn’t considered that, and now I’m mirroring his expression. “You won’t miss any more.”

We’re smiling at each other then looking back to our daughter who is high on energy. She’s running, jumping, giggling, and when she reaches the shoreline, Sylas drops our stuff on the ground and picks her up before the water touches her.

“Wait a minute. You need to wait for Mommy and me, okay?” He pokes her belly, earning more giggles from her. “You can’t go in the water by yourself,querida.”

“Okay.” She squirms against him, urging him to put her down.

“But we’re not swimming, okay? It’s a little cold. We’ll just put our feet in,” he warns her before he’s setting her down.

She wraps her hand around his index finger and eagerly tugs him closer to the water. I start recording on my phone, fighting back my laughter when she gasps and shivers. The foamy water sits at her ankles then recedes.