Page 54 of Unbound

Sybil’s expression is very serious as she blinks up at me. “Got it.” A hint of a smile teases at her lips before she manages to flatten it out.

And I’m a little fucking scared about what’s coming next.

“Daddy.”

If I hate sir, then I fucking despise daddy. I know some men love that shit, and I’m not mad at them for it. It’s just not what I’m into.

I guess I am into the teasing bit of it though, because I end up goading her back. “Is this payback for calling you grandma?”

“Absolutely it is.” Sybil’s hands grip the front of my shirt. “But if you take this off, I promise to only call you by your government name when I come.”

And just like that, my cock is back in the game. Hard and throbbing at the thought of getting Sybil off with my mouth.

I remember thinking there was something wrong with me as a teenager when all the guys around me were only focused on getting their dicks wet while I was looking forward to a very different sort of act. One that didn’t technically involve my dick at all.

Pushing up to my knees, I reach behind my head to grip the back of my shirt, pulling it forward and off before tossing it over the edge of the bed.

Sybil’s breath rushes out of her lungs, along with the words, “Holy fuck that was hot.” Her eyes move over my bare upper half before snapping to my face. “I like when you take your clothes off.”

“Too bad, because that’s all you’re getting.” I trace the pads of my fingers over the swell of her hips, following the outline of her body.

Sybil scoffs. “You said you wanted me to tell you when you did something I liked.”

“I did.” I cup behind her knees, lifting both legs up and out. “I didn’t say I’d do it again.”

Another scoff cuts through the room as I take my place, zeroing in on the flushed skin of her pussy. My mouth waters at the thought of what’s to come, but before I can get the first taste of her, Sybil’s hand clamps over her mound, hiding it from view.

I lift my eyes to her face. “Move your hand.”

“Did you just growl at me?” Sybil’s breathing comes a little quicker. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.” She tries to pull her legs together, but between the hold I have on them and my body serving as a barrier, there’s no chance of that happening.

“You said I could find out how you tasted,” I remind her.

“And you wanted to know when I liked something. Then followed it up by letting me know that didn’t mean you planned to do what I like again, which is bullshit.” Her eyes move over my bare shoulders before taking in what she can see of my chest. Then her other hand smacks on top of the first, adding a second layer between her body and my mouth. “I don’t want it if it’s not gonna be good.”

“Did I claim it wasn’t going to be good?” I don’t remember much of what’s been coming out of my mouth for the past five minutes, but I do know those are words I would never say.

Because they would never be true.

“If you aren’t going to do what I like, then that’s the expected outcome.” Sybil lifts her chin the tiniest bit. “And I’ve wasted too much time on mediocre sex.”

The urge to pry her hands off so I can not only show her how unmediocre I am, but also purge her mind of anyone else is strong. I don’t fucking like her thinking about other men and the lackluster fucks they’ve given her when she’s here with me—in my bed.

“Is that what you think? That I’m going to be mediocre?” Leaning forward, I drag my tongue along the seam of her fingers, flicking it against the bump of one knuckle in a demonstration of my capabilities. “Because I’m not gonna be able to prove you wrong if you hide your pretty pussy from me.”

Sybil’s blue eyes widen to the point I can see white all around her blue irises. “You confuse the shit out of me sometimes.”

“I confuse the shit out of myself sometimes.” I give her fingers another flick of my tongue. “Now move your hands like a good girl and let me have what I want.”

Sybil hesitates a second longer before finally removing the barrier between us. But while she hesitated, I do not. Now, not only am I desperate to taste her and hear the way she sounds when she comes, I also have a point to prove.

Memories to supersede.

At the first taste of her, I groan, the slickness of her softest skin making my dick jerk in my pants. Her flesh is hot and swollen, the nub of her clit already hard as I gently tease beside it, testing her reaction.

“Oh, God.” Sybil’s hand flies to my head, fingers gripping my hair. The bite of pain as she twists my strands makes me groan again.

It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been with a woman, and it shows. Based on the way my dick is already leaking, I’m gonna have to change my fucking pants when I’m done here. And maybe my sheets.